Who

Tasna, Tseylath

What

It's. Been… one month since you reconned me, backtracked past those robes and said « You're mine, T. »

When

From late night of the twenty-fifth day of the fifth month to late night of the twenty-second day of the sixth month of the first turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Weyrling Area, Igen Weyr

OOC Date

 

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So the egg touchings? Maybe they make a difference after all.  As soon as soon as she saw him leave that egg, she just knew.  She watched his progression past the others.  Watched him return.  Then they moved together.  Together in a way she still didn't entirely understand.  That didn't bother her, though.  It felt natural.

It felt like home.


That first night was both incredibly long and unbelievably short all at the same time.  Tas watched Tseylath sleep while her mind raced.  Her body was exhausted from the combination of the last several days' anticipation and the hatchlings late night timing.

She couldn't sleep, though.  Maybe her brain was still acclimating.  Despite the classes and the chats with riders, she felt so overwhelmed.  Then again, that could be from the physical weariness.

Eventually Tas fell asleep beside Tseylath while listening to the sounds of the others and their own lifemates as they all found their own ways to adapt.

The next couple sevendays flew by.  While others surged to the front of the weyrlingmasters' attention, both good and bad, Tseylath seemed perfectly content to stay in the background and learn all these new things.  Tas had been prepared for some of these new things during her candidacy, but so much just couldn't be learned in theory classes.

Tseylath liked things to be precise, which wasn't quite how Tas had functioned until now, but over those first few days, it got a little easier.  Practice.  Tseylath was big on practice.  Repetition.  Improvement.  Tas had to admit, it made things easier in the long run, and she liked that.  She just wasn't used to thinking that far ahead.  After a while, though, it started to feel like instinct, and they both liked that.


As the days marched by, the routines started to feel normal.  Tas had to admit, she had it easier than some of the others.  Cutting up meat?  She'd take the smell of fresh herdbeast over fish any day.  Exercises?  Stretching?  All Tseylath needed was a whisper of an idea.  Itchy spots?  Not so far.  High emotions?  Traditionally not one of Tas's struggles.

Then there was the question of that mindlink. It was all just so strange. Again, some of the theory classes helped, but Tas felt so lost half the time. It was also a little weird to be called "Tasna", but Tseylath thought it suited her, and the others had already picked it up. That was just a name, though, and not what worried her.

He was just so… quiet. Some others had commented on how chatty, noisy, even invasive their new lifemates were, so Tas couldn't help but wonder about her own. It's not like he was mute, but entire days would go by where they would just do their exercises, and all the other normal stuff, and the two of them would barely talk.

Then again, that didn't seem to hurt them. So what if they weren't having the deep conversations some of the others were? They got things done. Tas didn't have to tell Tseylath it's time to go outside; she just started to think maybe it was time to walk outside, and he'd get up, ready to go. He didn't need to tell her he was hungry, she just knew it. So that was okay… right?


It had been a month. Almost to the hour. Shells, maybe to the minute. It was dark outside, and a flash of rain had left the air oddly damp. Tas turned again on her cot, trying to get herself to relax. Tseylath was sleeping so hard there weren't even dreams echoing along their link. Their quiet, quiet link. She kept trying to close her eyes, but they wouldn't stay that way.

Tas tried to be quiet as she got to her feet and grabbed an extra shirt, but when she turned around, she saw Tseylath's eyes open, glowing, watching. So quiet. He knew she wanted to go for a walk, and he was ready. She nodded to him, but he was already getting to his feet and stepping from the couch.

They walked out together, boots and talons making dull sounds against the wet ground. The air was already drying, sucking the moisture from the scant puddles, drawing it up from the ground into the slow, thirsty wind. Igen smelled wrong when it was wet, somehow.

« Heavier. »

Tas turned quickly to regard the brown. It was the first time he had outright spoken all day. It wasn't that they hadn't been conversing. They shared… ideas. Thoughts. It didn't get rid of this odd longing under the surface of her subconscious.

"Yeah. Heavier," she agreed in a quiet voice.

« It brings all the dust out of the sky and weighs down the world. » The imagery that accompanied it was muted and quiet, much like the bowl as they continued walking.

Tas's throat tightened, suddenly painful, chest tensed. Tseylath stopped talking and regarded her, while she felt something warm and enquiring along the link. Tas stopped a few steps later and turned back to him while she rubbed suddenly damp palms on her trousers. "Tseylath? Are we okay? We don't —." She stopped, looking away as she took a step closer. "We don't… you know. Talk like the others. I mean, do you like me?" Not exactly what she'd meant to ask. Or not like that, at least. Once asked, though, she just watched him.

Tseylath closed the distance and nudged her hand with his snout. « Yeah, Tasna. We're okay, » he replied, voice dry and drawling, though the undercurrent of curiosity remained. « Those others. They're noisy, you know? Can't hear things when they're so busy talking. We feel stuff. » He pushed his long forehead against her leg, headknobs pressing against her hip. « More precise that way, right? »

Tas… Tasna took a deep breath and rested her hand against his mottled neck. Tension drained into the night with along with the puddles of rain. That? That she understood. "Right." She didn't need to say it, but it helped her chest relax. She felt him ask if they should keep going, saw a fleeting glimpse of motion from his mind. This time she didn't bother replying, because he knew. They both stretched their legs and resumed their walk as the second month began.

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