Logs:Tomorrow (2)
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| RL Date: 5 September, 2013 |
| Who: Ali, Reyvar, Jesophar |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, Bitra Hold |
| Type: Vignette |
| When: Day 11, Month 9, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, K'varl/Mentions, E'ten/Mentions, T'rev/Mentions |
| In the end, it wasn't that difficult. Ali thought she was going to throw up the entire time; felt sure that everyone that looked at her could see the guilt written all over her face before she'd even done anything. But no one was there - it was too late at night. Ali brought a bag with her, and counted every mark, to the exact piece. She told herself it was so she could pay it back, but... it was a lot. She would forfeit her pay, of course, maybe even start to dance again to supplement it, but she'd start to show soon, and that wouldn't do for long. She'd work it out, somehow. But first, there was her brother to rescue. She'd debated asking someone - K'varl, or maybe E'ten to take her to Bitra, but she knew there'd be worries about her being outside of the Weyr, that it wouldn't be safe for her. But it was late enough that most were sleeping, and Isyath pressed the poor watchdragon at Fort not to speak of her departure. A few Turns ago, she'd have felt guilty for that, but it was necessary. Ali hated the way Jesophar smiled at her. Like he knew she'd done something wrong, knew her somehow. Could he? Rey had said her name, but it was a common one, and Bitra was a long way from Fort. She plastered on a fake smile, said the right words, and handed over the marks. Jesophar kept his word, then told them they were both welcome back any time, like he expected them to show up again. Ali walked out stiff-backed, supporting Reyvar. All that mattered is that he was with her. Her brother. Reyvar was thin and dirty, and she made him soak in her bath while she made a thick stew. While they ate, he asked about the family, smiled at her talk of their nephews, and expressed a wish to see them. He told her some of the stories of his life at Bitra, making her laugh, making her remember why she missed him so much. He fell asleep on her couch, while she lay in bed, wide awake. Tomorrow, she'd talk with the Flint riders. Warn them they weren't to play for marks against her brother. There were other, smaller games, but she trusted that T'rev would spread the word. Tomorrow, she'd have to think about how to repay the Weyr. She wouldn't be able to travel further than Issy could fly, now. That sort of restriction never bothered her until she couldn't do it. Could she fly far enough that she wouldn't be recognized? It meant she couldn't go to K'del's island, either - who would sweep the floors, get rid of those spinnerwebs for him, make him a decent home cooked meal? He'd have to come here, too, and she knew her Weyrleaders didn't approve of him, or their relationship. She missed him, missed the time they'd spent at the island, even if she knew it had been a brief fantasy. They could never be normal, just playing house, forever. Could they? Her fingers found her belly. She imagined she could feel a slight bump, although it was too early for that. She came up with two new names, boy ones. « Tell him tomorrow, » Issy murmured in her head. She wasn't even aware her queen was still awake - and she got out of bed, pulling the covers off and wrapping them around her while she padded across the weyr. Reyvar was fast asleep, and didn't stir as she passed, settling herself into the wallow with Issy, feeling the gold's contentment radiate from her mind. « The name will come when it is born. Until then, it doesn't have a name. » It was sage advice. Too sage for her own queen. She wondered who Isyath was, or had been talking with, but she fell asleep before she could form the question. There's certainly a lot of opinions going around about "guarding the goldriders", with some vocal - and not so vocal - opinions from the Weyr's residents on the subject. Ali, at least, has finally made her opinion clear. After sevens of silence, she apparently snapped the other night, ordering riders to "leave her alone". Some suggest there were even swear words involved - but that doesn't sound like the placid junior weyrwoman everyone's come to know. Whatever the case, it seems the junior has made it clear she believes they are safe within the Weyr, and has begun ordering any riders she suspects of trying to guard her on some frivolous activity. Maybe her newfound feeling of safety has something to do with the new man that's been occupying her weyr? While it may be the cause of gossip for a time, it's soon washed away with the rumors that begin to spread that quite a bit of marks are missing from the Weyr's coffers. Of course, it could just be rumor, but that on top of the loss of some of the Weyr's stores will surely make life difficult, if it's true. |
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