==== September 13th, 2013
==== Lendai, Talicanitath
==== Lendai is having a bad day.

Who Lendai, Talicanitath
What Lendai is having a bad day.
When There is 1 turn 2 months and 27 days until the 12th pass.
Where Sea of Azov, Southern Weyr


Alone, alone, alone. The waves seem to say as each and every one splashes against the shore. Alone, alone, alone. Lendai looks on, her eyes straight out over the Sea of Azov. Far enough away from Southern Weyr to ensure no one would think to find her here.

High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life.

Deep breathes are taken. Each one more ragged than the last. Tears stream down the woman's face, but no effort is exerted to remove them. Let them pour, let them rain.

Fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time.

Alone, alone, alone. Mocking. The waves are mocking her. Images of Hannah. Of Q'fex. Br'er. Bailey. Iili. Aikari. K'ane. R'yst. Eth'n. Rhaeyn. Nicholarin. Tye. A hodge-podge of the past and present emerging unbidden through her mind. As if someone else, another entity, is coaxing them on. And perhaps, perhaps, she is. Talicanitath is not far off, watching her rider intently.

Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.

They keep circling. Over and over and over. Anyone who every meant anything to her. From the slightest of feelings to the most powerful of love. It's choking, suffocating, overwhelming. Her chest heaves in air, each lungful is pained. It's simply too much in too short of time to process. But still it continues. Still Talicanitath continues the assault on her memories. Not to hurt! Never to hurt. But to help. A center must be found.

A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again.

A mirror cracks in the fragile psyche of Lendai. The shattering of her brain for only the briefest of moments. A scream rips out of her throat and her hand, with her already fractured wrist, gets wrenched into a fist and slammed into the rock beneath her feet. There's a terrible crunching sound. The cracking and breaking of some fingers, perhaps more, perhaps less.

Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need.

The crying? It's done. The screaming? But a memory. Talicanitath's assault on her mind has been haulted, the gold dragon having closed the distance between dragon and rider and is now crooning softly, perhaps asking for some sort of forgiveness. But there is none in Lendai right now.

Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why.

Her hand is mangled, but not a squeak of pain leaves the woman's throat. Not now, at least. Later? Later she'll be suffering for sure. But too hyped on adrenaline and her own personal womanpain to care about the damage she may have done to her healing wrist and remainder of her hand.

Finally, finally, after long, agonizing moments of Talicanitath's constant mental barrage of concern, Lendai lifts her good hand and lays it on the gold's muzzle.

If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?

"Let's go home." She gets out, her voice hoarse but strong. Talicanitath is quick to listen, helping her rider mount and taking into the sky. There is silence between the two for now. Soon, due to Talicanitath's draconic nature of a short memory, she'll forget this ever transpired and the usual back and forth between the two will resume. For now, though? It's an uneasy feeling between dragon and rider. And an unknown emotional future they are returning to at Southern Weyr.

Both put on a brave facade, but inside the golden pair are held together by the lightest of threads. Each find solace as they return. Talicanitath to her bronze mate, actually preferring to lay on his ledge and not her own for a few days. While Lendai… simply goes to sleep.

If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

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