==== November 6th, 2013
==== Kyara
==== Kyara absorbs things in the wake of Igen's loss.

Who Kyara
What Kyara absorbs things in the wake of Igen's loss.
When Evening. There are 9 months and 15 days until the 12th Pass.
Where Locum Cantibus et Lux, Igen Weyr

Locum Cantibus Et Lux (Kyara's Weyr)
The dominating feature of this curious cavern is the column in its midst - naturally formed and pocked with many small, flat-bottomed alcoves. Pillar candles fill many of these spaces, while others hold books or remain empty for firelizard use. Smooth, porous walls marbled in creamy sandstone hues make a rough square as tall as a man and half again. The right wall jinks into a decisive angle to form a corner giving way to a smaller space - a composer's nook, where a small table and two stools sit atop a small blue rug. The surrounding stone shelves hold several glowbaskets and encased instruments. Separated from the rest of the weyr by deep sapphire hangings is a simple, full-sized bed sitting upon a forest green carpet. More shelves jut from the walls here, holding more candles, books, and small, carved wooden boxes containing personal treasures. A wooden chest sits against the wall to the right. In the main space, a low table surrounded by sitting cushions rests upon another carpet - Igen-woven in local patterns and the Weyr's colors. A few comfortable chairs are present for visitors who don't wish to be so close to the ground. On the walls, small, thick quilts of deep green and mellow gold hang at regular intervals. The north wall bears a small, simple hearth, which Kyara keeps going almost constantly in the colder months. Light from both glows and candles mingle against the swirled rock as the subtle scent of candle wax fills the air, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere - a place of song and light.


She’s stopped keening. The pain of the moment - some time past, now - is ebbing, and the darkness coming over this place is falling heavy with the passing of the evening.

Such sadness. Such hurt, in the despairing declaration of another dragon departed, loosed from so many throats at once.

I haven’t moved from my knees for a while now. This is where I sank, when Liareth took up the cry. I couldn’t help but feel it wrench at my heart, drawing tears out of me with such little effort that I was glad, so very glad, to be in my weyr and not elsewhere at the time. Those have long since dried, but I feel as though the grief still warrants my staying here for a bit longer.

I remember when Kohleth went ::between::, while I was still a Candidate. I watched that happen, out in the Bowl. It struck me, even pulled a song out of the less-tried, more idyllic girl I was…but I have nothing for this moment. Not this time. The dragons' keen was like a being drenched in cold sorrow then, too…but it’s deeper, with a lifemate of your own. Feeling Lia’s anguish over this…it’s so piercing. Angering and heartbreaking all at once.

I may not have liked Corelle, but I did respect her. I wish I could have liked her. After that first conversation Sienna and I had with her, I thought I just might. Then those ridiculous rules, the problems in the Bazaar… Why couldn’t that fool woman have left alone what was working to keep us afloat? So blind. So, so blind… And it cost the Weyrwoman her life.

Faranth…

Fresh tears begin, and I finally drag myself up off the ground, absently tugging my jacket from a hook near the entrance and slinging it about my shoulders as I venture to the ledge to join Lia. There’s a bleak grey tint to her hide - such a stark contrast to where it was a little over a sevenday ago, and even since then. I just…want it to go away. For everything to get better. To stabilize.

I reach up and stretch my arms around her neck as far as I can reach, leaning against her and just stroking the smooth, warm hide beneath my right hand. Soothing, reassurance, love - these I simply try to fill her mind with. It is my turn to comfort her, after all she’s done for my often-conflicted head and heart.

All that’s gone on in our lives over the past few sevens seems so…trivial, when held up against something like this. And yet, perhaps it’s Corelle and Ofrovth’s deaths stacked atop what I’ve felt from those other things that gives me this infuriating sense of tumult - however unreasonable and ridiculous that is. I feel like the Weyr is collapsing around me, in a sense - and I want to control. I want to stop it from happening. I want to help and heal and support…but what could I possibly do? I can’t even keep a grip on my own plans, much less help mend what seems to perpetually break. At Igen, one wound heals only to have another tear open elsewhere-

No. I’ve got to stop thinking like this way. I am only one woman, one greenrider, and Liareth only one dragon…but we can help, and we do. We just need to remain strong, together and as part of our wing, as part of our Weyr. We support W'rin as he works to keep order and do whatever is necessary to make sure our Weyr survives. We keep doing what we do best.

But as Liareth utters another sad warble of mourning in reply to another heard in the distance, I lose sight of even that. I just want her to feel better. I want this weight to lift. From all of us.

For all I always want to see the best in everything and everyone…sometimes I just can’t mark the way beyond what’s happening. What is going to happen to our home?

Shells, do I wish I had the foresight to even guess right now. I just know that we’ll persevere.

We have through everything else.

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