Sesa takes some personal time while Edleveth sleeps


It is afternoon of the twenty-second day of the ninth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Igen Weyr, Living Caverns

OOC Date 12 Apr 2018 06:00



" I found out recently that I’m an aunt."


Living Caverns

Brightly lit by a regimented march of strung glow-globes, Igen's busy living caverns are cut of the same exotic limestone design that frequents the bazaar without. Tapestries line the tops of the walls, one for each of Igen's wings, past and present; beneath them, skybroom tables litter the floors in scattered profusion. Some of the wicker chairs have seen better days, but most of the worst offenders have long-ago been replaced. The seemingly random placement of furniture, however, at closer inspection yields a sort of cross-shape of negative space. The northernmost walls and nooks of the caverns are owned by the kitchen's buffet, food-laden thrice daily in regimented shifts by busy bakers from the curtained southern entrance to the kitchens. To the east is a large arch leading outside; westerly lies the large doors leading down into the bowels of the weyr itself.

The last three months of Sesa’s life have been a whirlwind blur of huge changes. Ever since impressing Edleveth, her life has taken such a drastic change it’s almost unbelievable. She went from rising in the morning to go to classes and work towards her Journeyman’s knot, to waking in the morning to feed a ravenous dragonet and run three miles, then oil said dragonet and spend a candlemark working on the link between she and her blue. All before breakfast.

It’s a dizzying process, particularly when weyrling classes, chores and self care are also heavily involved. And never, never, has Sesa ever appreciated riders more. The amount of PT alone is exhausting, or was, until she got used to it. It’s been a tiny bit easier since being allowed to leave Edleveth for short periods of time, it helps her get her mind straight and to have some breathing room, and by breathing room, she means lunches with her mother in the Living caverns while Edleveth naps. One of the things she can count on with her blue is that he’ll sleep for an hour or two after a big meal, so at least she can sneak away for a real meal now and again, which is more than some weyrlings can say.

Now it’s supper time, and with Edleveth deeply asleep in his couch, and her blue ‘lizard set to alert her when the dragonet stirs, Sesa is taking some time to eat and catch up in her journal. She’s seated at one of the tables near the hearth, her meal on a plate in front of her as she scribbles away in her journal.

We spent today bagging and tossing firestone. I can’t believe the
amount of stone I can bag now, though my tossing leaves
something to be desired. We’ll be expected to be able to toss at a
dragonlength by the end of this month, and well, I’m thinking
some of my running time might have to be dedicated to
strengthening my arms.

Sesa stops to dip her quill in the ink she has open on the table, and to sip from the steaming cup of klah that sits in front of her plate. A bread roll makes its way to her mouth, and she chews mechanically as she sets the quill to her journal again.

My favorite lesson thus far is the mindlink lessons. I adore
exploring Edleveth’s mind, figuring out how deeply each of us
can go. Already, we’ve built some boundaries, and we’ve been
testing the length of our range. It’s surprisingly far, and Edleveth
is super sensitive to open minds around him, I often get a look
into conversations I ought not and I have to remind Edl that it’s not polite for us to eavesdrop.
Edleveth’s mindscape continues to fascinate me, the way he
speaks in spills of ink, that voice of his mixed in like a
carefully worded set of pros is…something I find beautiful, but
definitely took some time getting used to. It’s not the same as
being bonded with a firelizard. Not the same at all.

We mount our dragonets next month. I’m not so worried,
Edleveth will be able to carry me with ease, I’m so tiny. I guess
there’s something to be said about being small. I need to get a
copy of the wing formations so that I can study them,
I want to be prepared, possibly even, maybe, picked to be a wingleader
someday. Maybe. And wingleaders know their stuff.

Sesa sets the quill in the inkwell, deciding to focus on her food for a moment. Her meal is packed with proteins, a helpful tip from her ‘aunt’ on how to build her muscle with all the PT. Once she’s made sure she has a good flow of eating going, she picks up her writing, pausing now and then to eat or drink.

I found out recently that I’m an aunt. My blood brother, and
clutch, brother En’rys sired a child with a Zingari woman named
Reveka. They were forced to foster the child. I hope I get to meet
my nephew someday. They named him Revaerys, so at least the
poor babe has something to remember his parents by. It’s a sad
thing, what they’re going through. But, I hope they recover well
and realise that what they’ve done is best.

Sesa ponders this for a bit, her mind whirling in different directions. She’s glad, because with Edleveth asleep, she can examine some of her own feelings and thoughts without worrying the blue. After a while, however, she realises she needs to be getting back, and the rest of her journal entry will have to wait until Edleveth sleeps again. She clears her things, cleans her quill and caps her ink. And by the time this is done, she’s receiving faint impressions that her blue stirs in his couch. I’m coming Edleveth, be there soon.

With that, the young weyrling gathers her things and heads back to the weyrling barracks and the responsibility of her lifemate. One of these days she’ll get the balance between rider life and personal life right. After all, that’s what weyrlinghood is for right? Figuring all this stuff out?


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