====July 16th, 2013
====Vashae, Jovianth
====Vashae tries to sleep, a few days post-Hatching.

Who Vashae, Jovianth
What Vashae tries to sleep, a few days post-Hatching. Jovianth makes this difficult.
When There is 1 turn 9 months and 3 days until the 12th pass.
Where Jovianth's Couch, Weyrling Barracks, Igen Weyr

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Weyrling Barracks
A cluster of small buildings punch out from the facade here, each just spacious enough to admit growing weyrlings and little else beside. Each has its own sturdy little hide covering their openings to provide a modicum of privacy to their occupants and a stone basin meant for both meat and water squats ready before each door. To one side, the Weyrlingmaster's office sits, the one large building in the space. Here, the pale salted walls are covered with various charts, maps, and informational diagrams. In the small yard before these buildings, a table and chairs is set, a small hearth against the opposite wall holds a cavernous kettle kept a-boil with various meals, while a smaller hangs from an iron tripod for klah.


All is not silent, even in the night that has crept slowly over us. The sounds of sleeping from many people, many dragonets, surround me. These sounds become more familiar to me as time passes, and yet, I cannot sleep. My thoughts turn back to how life was before the Hatching, how oblivious I'd been.

Though I hadn't wanted to admit it that night, I was scared.

Am scared.

I'm scared to pieces, but I keep that emotion locked away deep with the other emotions I don't know how to deal with. Each emotion in it's own little box, and not allowed to surface…at least for now.

The thought of Thread makes my stomach roil. I had known I'd have to deal with it, but I had thought it would be in the capacity of a Healer, not as…not as a dragonrider.

My eyes find the outline of my blue next to me, and I oh so gently trace his stiff hide and frown. I'm going to have to wake up early if I want to make sure his hide is flexible again for him, and I thank Faranth mentally that the dragonhealers knew of a way to help me deal with my Jovianth's hide.

Even in the relative silence of the Weyrling Barracks, even with the sleeping noises around us, and yes, even knowing I must rise early, sleep still does not come.

It's my own fault I suppose. My Jovianth's mind fascinates me as much as it frightens me, and tonight he is dreaming. I cannot see what, but I can feel it, I can hear it, through our mindlink. His disembodied voices are a full chorus tonight, and it's beautiful, even as it's frightening.

Suddenly the song shifts, into a more subdued and quiet song, and I find my eyes closed.

Perhaps now…perhaps now…

Only once his Vashae relaxes fully into sleep again does the blue's eye close. His breathing deepens into sleep again, and they tumble through all of time and space together.

At least, until Rukbat appears on the horizon once again.

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