Who

Ariele

What

After Kelati's Search, Ariele lets herself feel.

When

It is morning of the twenty-second day of the third month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Clearing, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 13 Jun 2018 23:00

 

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Clearing

The rise from sea to Weyr is made serene by a charming road winding sand-trodden from beach below to stonecut entrance above. The path wanders among a surprisingly green valley where purple flowers bloom in charmingly unfettered profusion. The meadows themselves are often in high demand as picnic areas, for dragons are not allowed to land in the narrow valley itself. No trees nor cliff lies near to shadow the clearing, however, and the intensity of sun can be unbearable for those not familiar with the humid drench of Southern's summers.


She hadn't expected it to hurt.

She'd been fine, dealing with candidates day after day, for Rhiscorath's clutch and now Zymuraith. It had been easy to see herself as separate from them. She didn't, after all, want to be one of them, not in any real sense. Her own job was significantly preferable.

But.

There had been a gut-punch, even so, when she'd put two and two together and realised what Haquith was up to. That realisation that she was no longer visible in that spectrum, if she'd ever really been so.

She didn't still want to Impress… at least, she didn't think she did. The mourning she'd felt, at first, had been replaced. She'd moved on.

But.

She wandered. Today's was not the high intensity walk of most mornings. Today's was more thoughtful, more hesitant. She walked blind, paying little attention to the ground she covered.

It would be better, after this, she decided. She'd had that feeling of loss, and now she'd be able to properly move on. There were so many other things to life, things that didn't have anything to do with being noticed by dragons.

Or being noticed by one dragon, the right dragon, in particular.

But.

She should have headed back to the Weyr, back to the candidates who needed supervision, and the caverns that needed organising.

Instead, she did something she never did: she sent her little blue firelizard back with a note.

Today, someone else could worry about everything.

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