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Post by blue on Sept 13, 2011 6:21:20 GMT -5
Takes place three days after the Holdless Attack and just after lunch.
The bruises were still prominent on her neck and wrist, just like the welt that was still swollen along her cheek. It made it hard for her to eat, but it was much harder to deal with the changes and the aftermath of the attack. Not only was there plenty of fear still in some of the younger children, but, there was plenty of change in Eira herself.
Since she was violated by that 'man', she had withdrawn into herself. She wouldn't talk as much as she normally did, S'nuo had been one of the few to get the young woman to utter more than a few stuttered words. It possibly helped he had been the one to save her and to take her between as a precaution. Siath also still trusted the man to not try anything with her Eira, to not hurt her like the other had. That trust was thin though, as Eira told the green he was truly alright compared to some of the other men that actually made the woman jumped.
Before the attack, she was able to talk to anyone in the weyr easily. It did not matter who they were, they were all simply people in the end. She would be able to leave Siath behind in the barracks to poke about in the infirmary or the creche. Just little things that didn't revolve around her green. It was not like the green wasn't taken care of either, the young dragonet simply understood that they were things her Eira liked to do and so she let her do those things. A simple nudge when she was hungry or 'lonely' was all the woman needed.
Simply put, the green hadn't worry for her lifemate and did not feel the need to be around the capable woman all hours of the day. It of course all changed the morning of the attack. Siath was no longer contented or felt safe to let Eira out of her sight during the waking hours. When the brunette was in fact out of sight, even for a moment, the young green would start to panic and constantly needed that connection with the woman. To say the least, Eira at times wanted to be completely alone but it was simply impossible when Siath would start to feel uneasy.
Right now though, Eira had fed her young dragonet and was ready to lead the green out to the lake to wash. ”Are you not hungry my Eira?” The green asked worriedly. ”No Siath...I'm not.” The green nudged her rider gently, to force her to sit back down onto the wooden bench. ”You are my Eira, please, eat something...” Worry was in her soft voice and slightly swirled in her eyes. Eira knew she wouldn't be able to leave to wash the young dragonet until she ate. The food she was all but forced to eat fell into her stomach like a stone. The meat roll was washed down by a quick cup of klah.
”Better?” ”You should eat more but...That is better than nothing my Eira.” The young green didn't bother to mention she was starting to itch, she wanted her rider to eat more. “Siath, I really am full now come...You're starting to make me itch too.” Eira told her as she gently pushed Siath towards the exit and soon they left the weyrhall with Joris heading back to the barracks for a nap.
As they neared the weyrbowl, Eira swallowed knowing several had died here. The winter rains had already washed away the blood leaving next to no trace of what happened. Her hand reached up slowly to touch her neck while Siath paused and softly wailed at the woman.
“I'm alright Siath...Into the water with you.” Eira told her gently and ushered the young green into the water to wash. Taking up the sand, she started to vigorously scrubbed at the dry patches of Siath's hide. It was the normal washing routine, even if it felt far from normal. What with what happened just three day's before.
{Blah post, hope it works HG!}
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Post by HG on Sept 14, 2011 21:07:33 GMT -5
Sorrow so palpable that he thought he could touch it seemed to permeate the air throughout the Weyr. N’var was no stranger to the morose feeling. He had not been normal since the attack although no one seemed to notice except for Nemesyth. This was not surprising considering everyone seemed to be in the same boat. He spent his time off at the lake for good reason. It was one of the places that he could be alone before the attack. The lake was also a place where he spent a good amount of time with K’dyn who was now lost to him.
The memories were all he had. Nemesyth’s general snippy attitude had taken on a softer tone the past three days. She carefully and tactfully avoided people and conversations that would upset her rider. The day of the attack there had been so much going on that he had not had time to register who had died. Coming back to his weyr that night he had let out his emotions. His tears were absorbed by the pillows on his bad. No one else would see him cry, he swore to himself.
N’var was not alone. Even Nemesyth had been cautious to bespeak the other dragons in anything other than a brief greeting. The dark colored green even made certain to give the Weyrlings a wide berth. No one knew how to act for the moment. With only Elynth and Marlaey to lead the Weyr as the Golds here it was a bit overwhelming. There were rumors that Rhiannoth would be coming back. Not that N’var much cared about how many Golds were at the Weyr but they did seem to help people figure out how to react to events such as this. A’lez and D’seus were men who rode fighting dragons and seemed to have no issue killing to protect people.
Not everyone at the Weyr was comfortable with that. Still less were capable of really dealing with the people they had lost. They kept hearing things like, these things happen and I’m sorry for your loss. Being sorry was not going to change a Falling thing! N’var’s bad humor was thankfully not affecting anyone except for himself.
Siath has been very shaken by the attack. Eira too. They are here at the lake. Maybe we could talk with them? The green was intelligent enough to know that making it sound like Eira was the one who needed to talk would get N’var to do just that. The man needed counseling as much as anyone here. The last three days had made him wish more and more that he could go home and run into his mother’s arms, smell the scent of her clothes and feel loved by people who wanted him around. The only person who loved him here other than Nemesyth was now gone.
Okay. Let Siath know we’re coming over will you? From what he had heard from the rumors all of the Weyrlings were shaken. They were a main focus of the attack. Greetings Siath. Mind if N’var and I join you and Eira. Once again showing that she could be nice when she wanted to be Nemesyth spoke in as soft a mind voice as she could manage.
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Post by blue on Sept 15, 2011 4:15:10 GMT -5
When Eira had wandered towards the lake with Siath, she did notice N'var with Nemesyth. Normally, she would of headed to him for a little chat about anything under the sun. Not today though, not so close to the attack. She hadn't really wanted to talk to many people in general. Who could blame the young woman for wanting to be alone? So, she kept silent. Washing Siath up so her dragonet wouldn't be so itchy. The edges of her dress were wet and half floated in the water as she waded in deepr to make sure she got every single spot.
While Eira practically ignored N'var, Siath kept looking at the young man as if he was ready to attack her rider. “Rinse off Siath...Then I will get you oiled alright?” She asked the green gently before patting the lovely creatures long neck. ”Alright then my Eira. You'll be alright yes?” “I'll be fine and I am right here.” She gently reminded the green as she stepped back to let the dragon dip underneath the waters and shake loose any missed bits of sand.
She soon emerged and Eira was already leading her to where she had left the pot of oil when Nemesyth started speaking with the younger green. Siath paused causing Eira to pause herself. ”I need to ask...But, N'var will not harmed mine in any way correct?” The green asked defensively. She was not going to let anymore harm come to her Eira, not like last time at the very least. Feeling her dragon's emotions, Eira raised a brow at the green. “Siath...N'var isn't...He is not like that. You do not need to worry about him hurting me...He's like S'nuo, a friend.” It was the best way she could describe the Northerner. They may not be incredibly close, but, the man was someone she could consider a friend.
Besides that, she knew he had no interest in women. At least not in a sexual manner. “Come on, let's get you oiled...” ”Do you want them to come over...?” The question made her tense for a brief moment but slowly Eira nodded. “Please, invite them over.” She replied slowly to her green who nodded as Eira started to oil her. ”As long as your's will not harm mine...It is alright.” Siath told the older green softly.
In actuality, as much as Eira did not want to talk to someone about what happened, she needed to just as much as N'var did. It would help them both heal. Slowly rubbing the oil into Siath's hide, she swallowed as the young man and Nemesyth came closer. “Hello N'var...” Eira greeted him quietly. “Nemesyth, you're looking lovely today.” It had been a habit of her's naturally, to compliment any and all dragons. As much as she at times did not see herself as a dragon rider, she would be a fool to not appreciate the beauty they had. Siath stiffly nodded her head in greeting.
Eira slowly turned her head to glance up at N'var, the welt on her cheek showing easily. “Y-you're...Doing as well as you can I hope?” She asked him softly. She had heard that the man he loved was killed. In the sense, Eira was lucky she lost no one close to her. Aunt Emera was still alive and well, most of the weyrbrats lived through the attack, and not as many people were lost as she thought there would be. Still, death was a sad thing and the brunette honestly tried her best to ignore her own pain. Even if she wasn't helping by talking to those who needed to talk, she was not adding to the general sadness.
Siath knew she needed someone to talk to. Granted, the green wished it was another female like Vaylee or Eira's aunt talking to her Eira. Not N'var.
{blah post is blah hope it works for you!}
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Post by HG on Sept 16, 2011 20:15:55 GMT -5
The older green peered down at the younger one, she was concerned. Siath was more affected by events than Nemesyth could have forseen. Some of the other Weyrlings were pretty shaken up already but this went beyond that. Nemesyth took a moment to warn N’var how on edge the pair was. Careful with Siath’s. They are worse than the others. N’var was not really sure what to think of that little tidbit of information. Nemesyth’s attention was taken off of him for the moment though since she was speaking to Siath, He would never hurt Eira. Her rider had only ever gotten into a fight with one woman and he had recently made amends with Razia.
A dragon cannot lie dear Siath. I would never allow N’var to harm Eira. Neither would you and you are right here as am I. The adult dragon felt the need suddenly to protect the younger and thought perhaps she should take it upon herself to keep tabs on the younger one. N’var caught this feeling of protection from his green and wondered what exactly had happened to Eira to make his own green so concerned. Nemesyth was not usually one to care much about what other dragons thought or felt. Perhaps N’var’s friendship with Eira had spurred her to support the younger Weyrling.
“Hello Eira.” He replied in a casual tone although of late it seemed the usual edge in his tone was gone. The blandness of his voice was to be expected as much as his behavior. Once he got over the death of K’dyn he would be better, as Nemesyth put it. How one got over the death of someone who was that close, he was not sure. How could he even think about getting past it when he was barely scratching the surface of the pain by living day to day life.
Thank you Eira. Siath grows more lovely too.The green responded to the compliment the way that N’var had told her. His mother was a Lady and she should model her behavior after a lady. So who better to teach her than her rider. Her compliment back might be a little weak but the dragon was never very good at seeing the beauty in other greens. Her jealousy often got the better of her.
N’var was not about to answer that honestly. He wasn’t well at all but why put that on the Weyrling? Nemesyth however wasn’t going to let him get away with that. She was pushy and a bit too independent at times like these. “I’m coping.” Nemesyth’s next flight would be horrible. He knew it as well as anyone. He’d likely not know what to do with himself. “And you? How are you doing?”
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Post by blue on Sept 19, 2011 15:53:23 GMT -5
If Eira had been in the barracks, she would of probably been more than fine. To say the least, the attack wasn't what left her so shaken up and only a small amount of people knew exactly what had happened in the lower caverns. It was really a good idea on Nemesyth's part that she warned her rider just how on edge the pair were. Siath slowly nodded in response to the older green, even if she remained a little tense she would allow the two to come near her's.
The green once more nodded in response as the older gently reminded her that neither of them would allow harm to come to her Eira. That was very much true and Siath needed to learn to put a little more faith in others. Now, it wasn't like she trusted her fellow dragons. It was more or less because she did not know whether or not she could trust theirs with hers. Siath just needed to remember that all dragons chose theirs for a reason and that no dragon would choose someone who would act maliciously to another. Eira gently told Siath what Nemesyth told her. ”Thank you Nemesyth. But, I feel like I am not deserving of such compliments.” Siath softly replied in politeness.
As N'var replied to her, Eira caught the blandness of his voice. He would hopefully be alright once he moved pass K'dyn's death. It would take time but, she knew what it was like to lose someone that was close. Her father had been killed by the holdless almost a year ago and she would be lying if she said that she didn't miss him. Hopefully she could help N'var in some way. Even if they didn't talk as much as she did with other's, Eira still considered him a friend. When he told her he was coping, the corner of her lips twitched into a slight frown as she finished oiling Siath. “i-I know what it's like losing someone to the h-holdless...” Eira said quietly, trying hard not to stutter over some of her words.
Of course the question she asked was returned to her, for a moment her face paled as her thoughts wandered back to what had happened in the lower caverns. Closing her eyes for a moment, she shook her head before taking a deep breath. “d-Doing as well as I can.” Eira replied quietly. Siath turned away from Nemesyth to look worriedly at her Eira. ”He hurt her...” The young green told the older softly, it was the best way she could put it. Even if more had happened just than her being physically hurt.
{Blah post is blah!!! Hope it works for you HG! Dx}
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Post by HG on Sept 21, 2011 21:10:59 GMT -5
It was depressing to hear them. Nemesyth was not at all happy with N’var’s emotional state and now hearing how Eira had responded to him she was starting to rethink this pushing him to talk to someone. The green knew the only people who really knew him were either gone Between or up North. The green was so distracted by the human’s the younger greens dismissal of her compliment went unnoticed. Nemesyth would not have taken it so well otherwise. She didn’t toss compliments around to just anyone.
N’var was sensing more was going on here than what Eira probably wanted to admit to. After Nemesyth confirmed that there was he simply let it go. People would not reveal things they were not ready to talk about. He understood that quite well. All those turns of learning to be a diplomat had paid off. His face was unreadable. The mask he grew used to wearing growing up was back on his face.
“I have a feeling the loss of someone to the Holdless is now something most people at the Weyr are now dealing with.” If only he were the type to get addicted to fellis or wine. As if Nemesyth would let him if he were. No he had to fight through the newest of his emotional upheavals. It seemed Eira had plenty on her own plate and did not need to hear much of his own sob story.
There would be a long period of time before any of them truly felt comfortable talking about the attack. Now that the topic of conversation was proven to be a bad one for both of them, N’var sought to remedy it. “Have lessons been going on as usual?” He didn’t know what the Weyrlings were up to but the Wings were given one sevenday from the attack to recuperate and then they were expected to be able to get back on their dragons and work.
((Not much to go on, sorry! My muse is ick!))
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Post by blue on Sept 27, 2011 3:55:51 GMT -5
It wasn't that the younger green had dismissed Nemesyth's compliment, it was simply because the green really did not feel like she was deserving of it. Either way, the older green did not notice it and no issue was brought up beside how the pair was worried for their humans. Of course both of them were worried for different reasons but, still it was worrying for their lifemate and for good reasons too.
At this very moment, Eira was not able to talk about what had happened to her on her own. But, if N'var had asked what happened and how she got the wretched bruises on her skin, she would not hesitate him to tell the full story. Either way, her own face had a slightly sad look to it. One she was trying to keep hidden but was cropping up anyways. She didn't want people to worry about her, she knew people had their own worries and hers should be the least of theirs. Still, she needed someone to talk to her own age. Another girl would help but it was just a touchy subject for the time being and so far the only person she could easily talked to was S'nuo.
She needed to learn how to voice the pain she was going through. Really, it was like when her father died. She had thrown herself into work and was keeping herself busy.
“I-i agree with you..” Eira replied softly. “I know what it is l-like to lose someone to the holdless...I just try to keep myself busy now like then.” It was simply an honest answer more or less. What she was doing would push the pain back but, it would crop up again when her mind wasn't occupied. The late night hours when Siath is sound asleep and not even their connection can lull Eira into sleep.
As the topic of conversation proved to be a bad one, the topic of lessons was brought up. She shook her head 'No'. “We were given a sevenday to recuperate...To get the barracks back in order and everything too. They are now thankfully but...Like I've mentioned I have been keeping myself busy. Mainly in the infirmary and anything my Aunt throws at me but...Being busy does help..” Sighing Eira lightly touched her neck and flinch. “I'm hoping these marks fade soon...” She mentioned quietly. At least then she wouldn't have to see the physical pain anymore.
{Blah post is blah, hope it works for you HG! Sorry it taken so long long to get the reply out!}
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Post by HG on Sept 29, 2011 20:19:53 GMT -5
Keeping busy was hard when there was no wing practice. There were other things to do though like taking exemplary care of his dragon and helping rebuild although he had very little skill outside of being a good fighter, dragonrider and a mediocre Holder’s son. Eira knew more valuable skills having an Aunt who was Headwoman. N’var could not imagine having to clean the toilets or any other drudge work now that he had earned his place as a rider. Why should he have to do that sort of work? There were lesser people to do it!
Bunch of pansy Weyrlings, they were unable to make lesser people fix up the Barracks when they could do more glamorous jobs…like he did. “It seems to me you have a pretty close knit Weyrling class to have the barracks back together. Nemesyth’s clutch was so large it was hard to get that close to everyone.” The fact that they all survived was pretty amazing too.
N’var decided they were not going to do well conversing today. Eira’s comment about the bruises made him look at them more intently. Fingers. They were from fingers. He could tell by the pattern. She had been held up at her neck. That was awful. What had transgressed after he could not even imagine. Maybe he should ask what had transpired. That would lead to a difficult conversation. He knew it would and yet his dragon nudged him gently with a mental touch that was as much as a command as it was encouragement.
“What exactly happened that you became so bruised?” He made no mention of the stammering and the even shyer demeanor than she had been before. If anything the pair of them looked rather worse for the wear. She was bruised and looked around her like an injured beast waiting for someone to attack and bring a killing blow to her delicate frame. Even her dragon’s mental state was in a fragile state. Nemesyth had given that impression of the younger green anyway.
In comparison he was once again sallow cheeked with dark circles under his eyes from not eating or sleeping. It was hard to sleep when he was so used to having the body of his lover entwined with his own before drifting into sleep. He had trouble getting comfortable. And eating was always a bit of a chore when he first left home. Not only would nothing stay down when they were at sea but the cooking didn’t measure up to what he was used to.
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Post by blue on Sept 30, 2011 1:26:24 GMT -5
Eira had kept her busy through working in the infirmary or caring for Siath when she was awake. If her young green was awake and taken care of, she would do other things like prepare healing salves and the like to help restock the depleted inventory. Little things like that helped keep her mind off of the attack and ultimately what that monster did to her. Either way, the young woman was thankful that she had skills that were useful. Skills that truly provided some bit of comfort to her.
The other Weyrlings had worked hard to get things back to the way they were in the barracks. At least someone near to the prior state was better than nothing. She had started sewing together any ripped sheets when she couldn't rest and it was later at night. It wasn't lesser work, at least Eira thought so. Sewing was something she enjoyed doing with her aunt as a child, and on the plus side it helped keep her stiching abilities fresh for when she needed to sew a human being closed. As N'var spoke, she nodded her head slightly. “Siath's was a far smaller clutch as you know. It's easier to know everyone in those circumstances.” Eira explained softly. Of course, he would know what she was talking about and she too thought they were all extremely lucky they had all survived.
Siath gently nudged her's, worried about her as she touched her neck and brought it up. ”Are you alright my Eira.” ”I am fine Siath, please...Do not worry.” Siath could not help butt worry naturally, as Eira had told her not to when that man had cornered her like some pitiful herdbeast. Surely enough, it was a difficult conversation but one that needed to be had. In some small minuet way, N'var asking her what happened would lift some weight off of her frail shoulders.
She looked at him, almost not wanting to say a thing until Siath gently judged her rider again. ”Tell him, Nemesyth say's it is alright to.” Eira nodded at her green before heavily sighing. “I was helping in the creche when the attack happened...” She began slowly, once in a while a word would be stuttered out. “Siath wouldn't worry too much about me like some of the other dragonets do for theirs, so I was able to do things like I used to without any problems...” Eira explained knowing not all of them were like that when young. She had been thankful that Siath understood her need to help those injured and that she loved being around children. “When it started, things were going alright...The children were moved to safety but one of them..Tschermak, he wasn't there. I offered to go looking for him...”
Swallowing, Eira reached up and patted Siath's long serpentine neck. “I was cornered by one of them...” Her voice had become quiet as she started speaking of that monster. “H..He asked me where the gold riders were...And I told him they were all in haven...h..He asked me why and I just told him the truth that the golds needed to repopulate the dragon population there...”
For a moment, her words trailed off as she touched her neck. “I didn't explain it clearly enough and h-he assumed I meant the riders were the ones...and..” Her voice trembled, the tears had been collecting on her long eye lashes and some escaped to roll down her face. “That monster had...touched me when I didn't want him to and..he..” She couldn't finished her words. The wounds were far too fresh too.
{Hope it works and hope that's okay that I had Siath say that Nemesyth told her that it was okay for Eira to talk.}
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Post by HG on Oct 2, 2011 11:12:26 GMT -5
Nemesyth’s encouragement toward the younger green was probably for the best. Sometimes people needed to share their personal burdens even if N’var was hardly the person most people wanted to talk to about their problems. He was not someone to create gossip and he despised liars. In some ways he was the perfect person to tell ones most intimate secrets to and in others not so much. He would keep things confidential until or if he needed to use that information against the other person. Eira had nothing to worry about on that end thus far. She had never sought to make an enemy of him and he did need to keep some friends around.
Obviously the topic was concerning to her dragon as she was nudged into telling the story. He noted what she was saying about Siath, comparing it to her now clingy nature. Something bad had to have happened. Some part of him really did not want to know even as another part of him was curious. The young man’s eyes watched the emotions play on her face as she told her story. He was in a sort of shock when she came to the end of it but moved slowly over to her, careful not to scare Siath. Wrapping his arms around her gently he, he rubbed her back with one hand like his mother used to do for him when he was sad.
She had every right to be upset, hurt and in other ways fearful of men. N’var was not about to hurt her and with Nemesyth there to reassure Siath, things would be okay. At least she had known N’var to be a friend before the attack. He thought about what she had said and wished he had been able to kill said Holdless. Things of this nature were unheard of in the North. Murder was rarely heard of at all and no one dared ruin a woman’s virtue. Especially not among the Lord Holders. There was no need to force a woman.
N’var would never have needed to. The Holdless man who had done it probably did not need to either. He had wanted to hurt her as much as possible. To make her weak and afraid so that she would learn to fear the Holdless as a whole and be unable to fight them. “Everything will be alright. Siath is here for you still and you can always come to me and Nemesyth when you need to.” He paused knowing that what he said next was not going to please her one bit. “You need to tell your aunt about this. She is your family.” And family was supposed to be there for you no matter what. Except for his. There was no doubt in N’var’s mind that he was going to be disowned by his father as soon as it was made known that N’var was a greenrider.
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Post by blue on Oct 2, 2011 19:11:53 GMT -5
It was true Eira had never sought to make an enemy out of N'var. She liked talking to him the few times they did, the young woman found him interesting in the sense he had seen things she never seen before. While he may have a bad reputation of being a snob, she didn't get that feeling from him through their talks. He did not seem bothered by the questions she asked him about the north either. No, her hesitance in telling him wasn't because of not wanting to talk, but it was because she didn't want people to worry about her. It was how she always had been, even when she was a little girl.
At the very least Siath was pushing her to tell him what happened and the green knew it would do her some good instead of keeping most of it inside her own head. Even though she seen it coming, the hug was a shock to her. She stiffened the moment his arms wrapped around her. The hug made Siath uneasy until Nemesyth assured her that it was alright and it only helped her to relax when Eira slowly returned the gesture.
Her grip tightened as she allowed herself to rest her unharmed cheek against his chest. She was grateful that he was doing this simple thing, it was kind of him to do so. It did help that she known him before the attack as a friend. Eira knew he would not harm her and Siath was calmed down easily by what Nemesyth said about her lifemate. Though, when it came to the Holdless man, she wished she had something on her to kill him herself. It was unlikely if she would have been able to kill the man herself but, it would have been better than being so defenseless as she had been.
The holdless had hurt her greatly. She was far more afraid of small things that she wasn't before. Men, did not bother her at all. In the infirmary she could hide just how much a new face would make her stomach turn, but outside in the common areas she would have to do everything in her power to not flinch when one asked a simple question. Slowly, the tears started to fall as she held onto him. He was giving her some sort of outlet to cry it all out and she taken the opportunity to do so.
As N'var spoke, she nodded as he told her everything will be alright, that Siath was still there for her. It as true of course, and it was comforting to know he and Nemesyth was there for her as well. He paused for a moment before he continued speaking. He was right in his thinking that it was not going to please her. Swallowing, Eira had to close her eyes. “No.” She told him softly. “Not yet...I can't.” She felt like she could not anyways, that her aunt had too many other things to worry. That this would just add to her aunts worries.
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Post by HG on Oct 6, 2011 7:45:42 GMT -5
N’var was not accustomed to crying young women clinging to him but he did what he thought was the right thing to do. When she finally spoke in response to his statement he was not surprised. Gently moving her an arm’s length away he looked right into her eyes and said in a firm voice. “Eira, she is going to notice something is not quite right about you. The woman is very good at noticing the little things. You will have to tell her and the sooner you do the better. If you wait it is going to eat away at you every time you see her.”
He knew that feeling of keeping things from people. Especially when they were life changing as his had been. As hers was. N’var had kept to himself about his feelings for K’dyn longer than he should have. Now he was gone and N’var regretted that he had not spoken sooner or that he had the guts to admit it before the brownrider had to. Nemesyth missed Poseideth too although the dragon did not cling to the past as much as her rider. Today was another day after all.
“She is your family and she cares about your welfare. I don’t doubt that if you tell her and ask her not to treat you differently that she will respect your wishes.” As for himself, it was probably better that his family thought he was dead in the south rather than a homosexual greenrider. Not everyone had a weyrbred family. Surely they were much more understanding and less clingy.
((sorry its short))
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Post by blue on Oct 6, 2011 23:55:01 GMT -5
Eira was not used to crying into someone either. She had been doing it far too much for her liking though, but, she needed to get it out more or less. It was good for her to talk, even if she did not want to talk in the first place. He slowly moved her arm's length away, their eyes met and his words were firm. “I'll tell her. Just..Not this moment N'var.” Her words were said with a heavy sigh. “I think she already knows to be honest with you. Like you said, my aunt is very good at noticing the little things.” Eira told him quietly.
While keeping what happened from her aunt wasn't actually doing her any good, she just did not want the woman to worry. It was just one of those weird things that she felt if she didn't mention anything it wouldn't cause any worries period. Eira was falling back into the same routine of not talking, just like how she was after her father was murdered.
S'nuo had been someone to cling to, R'gar had been the one to patch her up, and N'var was the one who was slowly getting her to talk to her aunt. “I just need to keep busy.” She told him. “She knows that is what I need. I need to talk to her about it yes but...For now I need to keep busy.” Sighing, Eira rubbed the back of her neck. She was starting to feel rather defeated. “I'll tell her tonight.” She muttered lightly. While her aunt would respect her wishes, she just did not know what to think anymore. She just wanted to keep busy like she had been and keep the memory of the attack out of her head.
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Post by HG on Oct 8, 2011 8:34:00 GMT -5
He nodded, at least she was considering telling her aunt now. Not that it was enough to convince him or Nemesyth. Both of them were rather strong willed for a greenrider and dragon. "Even if she knows, she will feel better knowing you trusted her with something like this. So far as I can tell she has always been looking out for your well being."
N'var was not sure he had anyone to do that for him now. His parents always looked out for their best interest not for his. Most people didn't much care for him, although he didn't see what was so wrong with being friends with someone as handsome and charming as himself. Their loss! He really only had Nemesyth and at times she was enough but not after traumatic events like this. He needed someone to care for him like a real family would. Someday he'd have that again but not now.
"Keeping busy keeps your mind off of what happened. To truly move on you have to face what has occurred, admit that it was not your fault and there was nothing you could do and finally confront your fears. When you have done those things you will feel better. In the meantime keeping busy will only delay the process." N'var knew better.
He'd been through quite a bit since he left home. He had to deal with not being the leader he was expected to be. To have people hate and scorn him. To be unable to persuade the Dragonriders to help his family up North. He had to admit failure. Something a person with as much pride as N'var had found hard to accept. And now after all his suffering he had to lose the one person who understood him.
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Post by blue on Oct 9, 2011 5:04:49 GMT -5
Eira nodded herself. “It's how she's always been...Especially after my mother passed away.” Even more after her father was murdered but, she did not need to remind herself of more wrong doings the Holdless have done. “I remember if I was visiting and got just the smallest scrape she would take me to the infirmary herself, despite how busy she was she always had time to make sure I was alright...” Biting her lip for a moment, she had forgotten that until now. How her aunt cared about her and still cared about her.
N'var was completely right with what he was telling her. ”Talking with yours is helping mine Nemesyth...” The young green told the older slowly. It made her happy that the man helped her Eira, she needed someone to talk to. ”Does he need someone to talk to too? My Eira is a very good listener.” It was only polite to make the offer. He had helped hers so hers could possibly help him. Eira did in fact see him as a friend of sorts. He was supposedly the sort to look down on another, but, she had yet to see it for herself. She liked to give a person the benefit of the doubt until she seen it with her own two eyes.
Besides, even he needed a person to talk to. He had no family here in the south, at the very least she had her great aunt.
He did have a point abut how to truly moved on she needed to face what has occurred. But, she didn't know how to besides trying to forget it ever happened. She found herself looking away from him now. ”I don't know how to.” Her voice was quiet as she spoke. She made some progress at least she was going to talk to her aunt in the near future. Cry on her shoulder if she had to. But to move on completely? That was a different animal entirely. Swallowing, Eira looked up at him slowly. “The only thing I know how to, is to find a way to forget.”
Stepping closer, she slowly hugged him. Her chin resting on his shoulder. “Thank you though...For talking to me.” While her words just a minute ago were soft spoken, these were barely audible. “It helps....Even if I want to forget.”
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