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Post by Cathaline on Jul 8, 2011 4:43:46 GMT -5
The long sevendays since the storm had been difficult for Delilah, but far more so for Agnith. The pink truly struggled with the idea that a former friend was a friend no longer; and though of course she understood the pain and loneliness Delilah was going through, the heartbreak the girl had felt when Sebol gave her that blank look and shut her out of his life, her desire was to fix it. Yes, Agnith wanted desperately to fix it. She was certain there'd been a mistake! Sebol loved Delilah and Delilah loved Sebol, but whenever she spotted him from a distance and attempted to bring it up, Delilah changed the subject instantly. Even the time Agnith had tried to bring them together and the tall man hadn't come, though it had briefly caused her to doubt, was forgotten now. She'd seen her Tall Man with the injured G'dan, and she knew he was good. Just a bunch of misinterpretation.
Well, Agnith was not going to stand for it any longer! Friends shouldn't be abandoned like this! And they were both being so silly, and if Delilah was more extroverted, things would be fixed by now! But the opportunity didn't come until some days after the news of his disownment filtered to them, through Tigreath; though Delilah had hurt on his behalf, she was certain approaching him now would only distress him more. As far as she was concerned, his doubt of her healing talent when G'dan was hurt only compounded the injury he'd done her; besides, she was the last person he wanted to see.
Maybe it was true; Agnith had a hard time believing her Delilah was wrong. But when Delilah fell asleep down by the lake one crisp autumn afternoon, Agnith carefully stood and looked around. Even if Sebol didn't want Delilah, surely he wanted Agnith! They were friends! So many times she'd wanted to speak to him; only once had words made it through, and gone unanswered; but today would be different. No more holding back, not for any of them. People were meant to share their feelings!
Her mind wandered now, arrowing in on him; she was old enough to know better how to bespeak, and she knew him so well, he was not hard to find. Tall Man! Oh, Tall Man, come out to the lake, I want to speak to you! [/i]
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Post by Ruin on Jul 8, 2011 5:09:18 GMT -5
For Sebolaren, those passing sevendays had been more than simply difficult; they had tested him in ways he had not expected. When he had assumed such a vacant expression within the safety of that cave so many days ago, he had not expected Delilah to take it quite so personally: Of course he should have known better, sharding woman. Any other emotion would have been done to hurt, or as a lie; so he could not wholly regret his choice. At the same time, he certainly regretted soiling their friendship. She had been strung out and worried, probably more-so than he had been, but at the same time her focused determination had driven him completely beyond the point of understanding. Honestly they should both consider themselves lucky that vacancy had been his choice: Agnith might have killed him herself otherwise. Still, it remained a constant sore spot in him even as he spent the days at chores, studies, and with friends. Introducing Daymar to G'dan, meeting Puff and her Edison; it all seemed lacking without Delilah's special touches. Women.
Then the letters had arrived. Two small sheets of parchment that had changed his entire game. Luckily for him, regardless of all the damage that had occurred, the beach visit had brought a distinct sense of peace, and even acceptance: He no longer doubted his own Impression. So he would have a place here, at the Weyr--indefinitely. Losing the support of his family had not been expected, or even anticipated. He had persevered with the help of Xiro'el, and, surprisingly, the comfort of Daymar--although that had opened up a whole new cave of tunnelsnakes. Then Daymar's sister had arrived.
It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to reach out to her! When G'dan was injured he had seen her; had done his best to help by sending the flits to her, but that earned him nothing but a single glance from Agnith. It was positively infuriating. As if his obvious turmoil meant nothing in the face of her exaggerated need to find reasons to hate him. As if he hadn't been entirely correct, and logical, and of sound mind the entire time during that storm. All she had to do was stay in the cave and sit pretty, but no, not Delilah. She needed to run herself right out with a stubbourn determination that would probably one day get her killed--and this was his fault. Obviously. He probably would have continued swearing her name up and down inside his head, but another voice intruded; a happier and lighter voice--one he hadn't heard in quite some time. Well, he didn't have much of a choice in this did he? Trade one sharding woman for the sharding woman's Pink dragon and things would probably be accomplished--Agnith wasn't as stubbourn as her Rider. Some consolation.
His trip down to the lake was uneventful; probably because he was so lost in thought considering how this entire thing would turn out. He had been on his way to the stables, so the lake was a simple side-trip. He saw the fast-growing Pink long before he drew up to her, and when he did finally arrive he stopped wordlessly. His lips pursed together with mild curiosity as he regarded Agnith; at least she was looking well--not that Delilah would leave her to founder...although that somehow wouldn't surprise him either. He scanned the area trying to find the blond; at least find her fuming at him, and coming up with nothing he returned those curious grey eyes to the Pink.
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 8, 2011 5:15:29 GMT -5
Agnith was larger now - she was large for a pink as it was, and it had been so long since she'd seen him up close! Even the day G'dan had fallen from the cliff, she hadn't been able to focus on him, too worried about the weyrling and focused on comforting Prith. Her new size was the only reason she kept her distance for several moments, trying to bridle her enthusiasm so she wouldn't glomp him as she longed to do and break his ribs. It was hard, though! Keeping things inside when they longed to burst out was all but impossible! Her entire body shivered with barely-contained delight, and finally she sprang at him, winding herself around him and licking his face.
Tall Man...I MISSED YOU![/i] she squealed. Her eyes whirled blue with pleasure, and she breezed away to trot happily around, nearly strutting with her cleverness. Now she would talk to the Tall Man and sort things out, and Delilah would wake from a much-needed nap to find that she had her beloved friend back after all, all thanks to Agnith! Oh, oh, but that meant she actually had to say words, and she spun around to face him again, leaning in quite close.
Tall Man, we have to talk,[/i] she said in incredibly serious tones. Well, seriousness tinged with mirth; hard for Agnith to do serious. You're sad. We heard about how you're so sad and we were sad for you, but DelilahMine thinks you don't want her to be around, but, uh, well I thought that couldn't possibly be right. Because we're friends! But you looked at her and it made her so sad and it made her hurt in here.[/i] At that, she lifted a paw and lightly touched him on the chest, right over his heart. Because she looooves you. I love you too! But DelilahMine...she's just so shy, you know, and she doesn't like to talk, not like I do! And she thinks it's so complicated! But it isn't! It's all so simple! She wants you and you want her so HERE WE ARE.[/i]
She struck a pose of epic triumph. Of course. Because she was Agnith, and her amazing extroversion had won the day!
Okay, so he hadn't said a word to Delilah yet, nor had Agnith let him get a word in edgewise and it was entirely possible Delilah was right and he wanted nothing to do with her...but...no. Won the day. For sure.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 8, 2011 5:21:01 GMT -5
The moments seemed to stretch between himself and the Pink dragon; if you could have moments with dragons that were both not yours, and Pink..and Agnith, but stretch they seemed to do. She stood there in front of him with an expression that had him legitimately fearing for his life; because he had to admit she was rather large now, and he remembered what her claws had done to him moons ago: He certainly did not want to find out what they would do now. He had actually spent much of his time without Delilah being as careful as possible, because without her he had absolutely no one to patch him up should he get into a bad scrape. Well, there was Xiro'el, and he could always do it himself: That lacked a sort of protocol that could possibly prevent him from losing a limb. Not that he would ever admit it to the woman, damned if he would, she'd only fuss and worry--well if she would talk to him at all.
Suddenly, with absolutely no preamble, Agnith was there and twisting around him as if some sort of cuddly serpent rather than the dragon she actually was. Briefly he wondered if this is how females felt when flown--briefly. Then it was all business, or in Agnith language it was all: Try to keep up while she flows her thoughts into your mind as quickly as she can. At least she was able to stay still...for the most part. After a jovial frolic that left him quite in the dark about what was going on; aside from the obvious fact that she had missed him: She seemed to remember that there was a certain reason for speaking to him after all this time. She pushed her face close enough to his that on every inhale he could feel the warmth of air she had only just exhaled; it was rather peculiar: Not in the least because her Rider apparently wanted nothing to do with him.
He gave her his full attention, although as mentioned--one didn't have much of an option with Agnith. His attention wavered only once; when she touched him, and his hand lifted to cover that spot. When she was finished, and striking her heroic pose, there was an undeniably bright smile pulling at his lips, and a soft chuckle pushing through them. He had far too many questions for the Pink; most of them she wouldn't understand to answer, but at least he could respond partially. "I love you too, Agnith, and I care for Delilah very much. I certainly wish to speak with her; if she'll listen."
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 8, 2011 5:26:51 GMT -5
There was not a violent or aggressive bone in Agnith's body, save in protection of Delilah, but she didn't have it in her to hold a grudge; if she'd been going to slaughter him over the injuries he'd dealt to her rider, she would have done so in the heat of the moment. And then likely betweened in despair. Now, even if she'd wanted to injure him, she couldn't have brought herself to do so! Why did he fear for his life? She wasn't so clumsy anymore...of course, their long separation meant he probably didn't know this.
The pink crooned at that and licked his cheek again, like an overgrown canine, but he received a mental frown for a certain statement. Don't you love her? You have to love her![/i] she demanded. Not as much as I do, of course! Because she's Mine. But she could be yours too, a little bit,[/i] she suggested magnanimously. Yes, for the sake of Delilah not being heartsick anymore, Agnith would learn how to share. Fortunately, jealousy did not come naturally to her, and she was quite content in the knowledge that no matter what, Delilah would never love him more than she loved Her Agnith. She will listen! I'll make her listen, because she needs to hear.[/i]
Feeling quite virtuous about running roughshod over her rider's stated desires (on account of the fact that they were precisely the opposite of the desires of her heart, which Agnith cared a great deal more about), she turned and traipsed along back to the rock, leading Sebol behind it. Here she is! She'll wake up soon. I can yell for her, if you don't have too much time![/i] She'd heard plenty from Delilah about how busy Candidacy was. Almost as busy as weyrlinghood! What a good thing they had these stolen moments!
For Delilah's part, she was blissfully unaware of her excitable dragon's machinations; bundled up against the chill of autumn, she'd dragged a blanket out here so she could sit and think while Agnith played in water that was now much too cold for her rider to happily join her. She curled up on the dark blue blanket, blonde tresses spread out beneath her, head cradled in her arm; in sleep she was quite peaceful, and Agnith flopped on the ground with her nose near the girl's head, staring fixedly at her and waiting for Sebolaren to make a decision.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 8, 2011 5:30:08 GMT -5
Agnith's determination in qualifying his love...er...care...for Delilah with a term that she didn't quite understand--at least in the two-legger sense, definitely had Sebolaren uneasy. Certainly he didn't want to smooth things over only to be caught in some form of a lie, but of course it wasn't really a lie was it. Was it? Agnith was so capable of confusing every situation it was nearly infuriating--exactly like her Rider. Really though, this rift between them couldn't persist, and if it was bothering Delilah badly enough that Agnith would seek him out--probably against her Rider's wishes--then he definitely wanted to find a solution for the problem, because he cared. And care was love, and of course he did love her, and of course there would be time to figure out other things later. Sharding women, nothing was simple--ever.
"Yes, Agnith, I love Delilah--though of course not as much as you do." He listened to her assurances with a smile and then followed her with all the stealth he possessed--which wasn't much, but he was fairly certain that the Pinkrider had learned to sleep deeply or not at all: There was no way he would make more noise than the princess of prancing herself. He couldn't help but feel a slight disquiet in terms of creeping up on the woman while she was sleeping...behind some rocks...alone, but at least he was being lead there by her dragon. He sighed softly when he caught sight of her: Beautiful as she was obnoxious, and he did wonder if maybe the time spent apart had seen some calming influence in her. He doubted it, but there was always a chance.
He waited for a moment, watching Agnith flop down next to her Rider, and ensuring she would not randomly come awake while he lowered himself beside her; because she'd probably join Q'sis in alerting the Weyr to his sexual hunger, as if he'd been standing above her attempting to pluck her while she slept. Ah, but there, safe and sound and not being screamed at--yet. He considered simply sitting there, and giving in fully to enjoying her, before she could open her mouth and ruin it all, but his honest want to speak to her won out. Probably more of a need than a want at this point; he'd have been driven mad by guilt most likely--if not for his life falling apart yet again. He studied her just a moment longer; capturing this moment should she chase him off when she awoke, and then he gently stroked one of her chill-flushed cheeks with a large warm hand. "Delilah,"
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 8, 2011 5:35:31 GMT -5
Poor Sebolaren had only ever seen her at her worst; upon discovering his tattoos, for example, even if he appreciated the reaction because it had not led to exposure, and in a high-stress situation while her dragonet was young and their bond not quite fully formed. That is to say, while the Impression was of course complete, it had taken this long to settle comfortably into each other - to understand the ways their personalities complemented each other, the ways they would have to move forward to keep each other happy.
And of course, one of those ways was restoring to Delilah one of the most important relationships she'd formed at the Weyr. Agnith, on the whole, felt quite, quite smug. Her voice joined Sebolaren's. Deliiiiilah,[/i] she crooned, and then very slowly crept backwards to give them a little space, beaming on the inside.
She was obviously not worried about Delilah's reaction to being touched in her sleep, and the girl twitched - both at her dragon's always-too-loud mindvoice and the unfamiliar sound of a voice penetrating the webs of unconsciousness. And then there was the caress. Instinctively her hand flashed up to catch his wrist, but her blue eyes opened slowly and fixed on him, half in a dream still. Surely he wanted nothing to do with her? But he was too near and warm and human to be a projection of her sleepy mind.
She didn't loose his wrist, though, and she slowly pushed herself upright, staring as if she'd seen a ghost. How many times had she secretly wished he would sneak back into her life like this, not giving her time to protest? Well, not so secretly - there were no secrets between rider and dragon, so her private fancies were always marred by her insistence to Agnith that it was not true desire, but...something else. He'd looked at her, looked through her because he couldn't stand to see her, after she'd witnessed him searching the boys' souls like he could wring every last hope and dream and fear and fantasy from them. But for some reason, she hadn't been good enough. Because she was female or because she was a healer or most likely, because she was her, ruining all his fun, bringing him down. And he didn't want that. And then he'd sent her the firelizard demanding bandages, of all things, as if he could not trust her to do the most basic chores related to her Craft, and it had twisted the knife in her heart even deeper. He thought so little of her when she thought so much of him...
None of that mattered now, though. Well, it did - but not so much as the fact that he was here, that he cared enough to be here. "Sebol," she whispered at last, her voice still hoarse with sleep.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 8, 2011 5:44:30 GMT -5
He had braced himself for screaming; thoroughly certain that it would come. Cries of foul play and treachery, or even soft groans of disgust: Bidding him to go and leave her as she was—happy without him. Yet those words did not come. She did claim his wrist as her own, and she seemed to wake up easily—at least to the point where he could be certain that she was awake enough to realize it was him. Still she held to his wrist. It didn’t seem defensive, it didn’t seem like she was holding him at bay out of fear, but it still perplexed him. How often had he run through this scenario in his head only to have her push him away. Though he had hoped for this; what was currently happening, it had been a dream so unbelievable that he hadn't considered it. Now he seemed to be living it--without the aid of preparation.
He pulled a smile to his face, and had assumed it would be hard, but he found that it came easily. Even with questions unanswered and their friendship still very much in the air; he could admit to himself that he was happy to be right here in this moment, and would be until she drove him off. His name from her lips earned her another brush of his fingers against her cheek and a brighter smile. “Aye, you’re awake; it’s me; though if I’ve intruded I can go.”
The words were truthful, he would not force himself upon her even in friendship, but the worry in his eyes gave away how much that honesty cost him; leaving was the last thing he wanted; asked or otherwise. Yet he said them, because he cared about her enough to give her that option, that choice—it was hers and always had been: Though perhaps they had gotten their wires crossed too deeply for either of them to realize it. He was here now, though. For as little as it might count.
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 8, 2011 5:49:46 GMT -5
At least they were united in their lack of preparation; she had honestly thought never to see him again, not this close, anyway. Obviously she and Agnith would attend the hatching, potentially they would someday be assigned to the same wing...but other than that, no. Well, it had crossed her mind once or twice in recent days, as the day of his possible (certain, in her mind) Impression grew nearer, the thought that his dragon might fly hers and they would meet again in her weyr; that distressed her almost to the point of physical illness, not because the thought of being with him was repugnant, but the idea of intimacy like that with someone who couldn't even stand to look upon her...
Yet he could. And not just look at her, but touch her. Her eyes closed again, briefly, and when she looked again, a smile touched her lips. Delilah dared to hope, for the first time in what felt like so long, that things might work out after all; that she might have her friend back. It would be impossible to forget all those sevendays of forced separation, forced by her, but maybe they had been a good thing in the end.
Unless she was misreading him horribly. Perhaps his kindness was because he had terrible news - that this time Xiro had fallen and broken his neck. He wouldn't be smiling like this if that were the case, though. Inappropriate laughter, yes, but happiness in the face of tragedy - no. He wasn't mad. Not like that, anyway.
"No," she said firmly. "Don't go. I was just resting, but I am awake now, and - and I would like you to be here."
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Post by Ruin on Jul 8, 2011 5:52:38 GMT -5
His smile did not fade, it would be better said that it grew; but its growth was not in size, but in warmth. He had not expected those words. Of all the things she could have said to him, telling him to stay with her had not been on his list of possible sentences. It pleased him in a deeply satisfying way that spread warmth through his heart and began to fill a hole he wasn’t aware had been present. He so very much wanted to mend things between them; but how? He wasn’t even entirely sure why she had abandoned him—the reaction he had been hoping…expecting…to receive for his apathy was her simply taking the time to relax; to step back and evaluate the situation. Instead she had drawn away from him as surely as if he had slapped her. It had left him confused; somewhat angry, but mostly hurt. None too little of that anger was pointed at himself.
It had been his fault, of course. He had used against her something that he should never have. Even in his choice to not use a direct emotion he had still brought chaos into their friendship. If it had shown him anything; he had definitely learned that his abilities were best used to help; not to harm—save for any rare occasion where he might need to defend or protect. She had not been that occasion. Annoying? Overbearing? Slightly crazy? Yes, to all, but none of those were punishable—if they were there were times where he himself would be guilty of those crimes. He was overbearing, and just as stubbourn, and more controlling—which was only intensified by his self-centered belief that he was always correct.
He felt his heart skip ungainly when she reacted to his second touch, those eyes closed only to open with the radiance of a smile he had not seen in far too long. ”Delilah,” he started, and his teeth closed nervously along his lower lip in a habit he’d only recently adopted. He forced his eyes to remain on hers; fighting the compulsion to look away and hide the emotions that would well up within him as he spoke, because he wanted to speak the words; more than he wanted to avoid them. A soft sigh escaped his lips again as he gathered himself for whatever would happen. His hand slid up to her jaw, cupping her face gently as he leaned in closer—meeting her eyes with his own and; for all the anxiety it caused him—lowering his assumed walls so she could see every emotion that flowed within him.
“I am so very, very sorry for how I treated you that day on the beach. I thought if I closed myself off to you, you would be less afraid—or angry with me. I never expected it to drive you away.”
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 8, 2011 5:56:54 GMT -5
Delilah finally let go of his wrist at that, though she didn't flinch away from his touch; her heartbeat quickened, and for a moment her eyes darted every which way before settling on his again. It was what she'd wanted, of course, that honesty and emotion, being allowed in the way the boys were, the denial of which had driven her away - but sharding Agnith hadn't given her any time to ready herself for the reality of it, if it were even possible to be ready for something this...deep.
As deep as the sea, his eyes, and the color of the thunderclouds that had caused the parting of the ways. Yet there were no storm-tossed waves in his gaze today. A soft sigh escaped her, and she melted into his touch. This was what she truly craved; Agnith loved widely and with all the passion in her little pink soul, but Delilah just wanted to love deeply. She wanted these few people she trusted and cared for, and by the shards of Faranth's egg, perhaps the pair of them had finally settled on a way they could each have what they needed.
"I'm sorry," she repeated back to him; he might blame himself, but she knew the fault did not lie solely with him, if any of it did. "I wasn't angry - well, a little angry, but mostly frightened. And hurt. I thought you didn't want me anymore. I'm not like Xiro'el," she added simply. It made every bit of sense to her; she was the opposite of the Trader, and any fool could see how vital that relationship was to Sebolaren. Back then in the cave, it had seemed so obvious that he was casting her aside; he'd found others who didn't care one whit about his tattoos (cared even less than she) and so he didn't need her anymore, not when he had someone to share the lightning with.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 8, 2011 5:59:31 GMT -5
He watched her intently; and as he was completely exposed he could not hide the nervousness he experienced as he awaited her verdict. It was a risk he took, to open himself so completely, and it was not one that he tossed around casually; even Xiro’el had come second, and only when Sebolaren had decided that it was owed to the Trader—not before. He paid his debts. Attentive grey eyes followed her sapphire blue as they darted around him; perhaps seeking answers to emotions he couldn’t hide; perhaps she sought escape from the intensity of is stare: It could have been anything, and for that moment he worried that perhaps he would lose her again. Then her eyes returned to his and he knew the truth.
No fear flowed into him from that gaze, there was no hesitation in the meeting of their eyes, and she seemed to look into him. It was a daunting thing to do; he remembered all too well the fear, agony, and denial that had billowed through Xiro’el when he had torn the poorly maintained walls down around the man. The Trader had been unwilling to seek the truth in Sebolaren’s eyes, to see acceptance and love; Delilah did not hesitate past that first moment. She hooked on and then fell into him with enough voracity to devour anything she found there, and she came away pleased: Suddenly her warm flesh pressing tightly to his open palm as she relaxed into his closeness—having found within him the truth.
He listened to the explanation as it poured from her lips; his thumb drawing a gentle circle on her soft cheek as his eyes never wavered from her own. At that final statement he shook his head roughly then leaned forward, gently drawing her to him; planting upon her forehead a tender kiss. “If you were like Xiro’el I would not love you as I do, because one of him is certainly enough for me. I have always wanted you, ever since you accepted me by this lake; I simply wanted you to listen. It would have been easier if I had spoken instead of punishing you the way I did. It was not fair.”
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 8, 2011 6:01:21 GMT -5
Delilah also had far less to hide than Xiro'el; she was a simpler creature than the holdless boy, and so she could hold on without fear that Sebol would find in her eyes something she didn't wish him to see. His acceptance meant as much to her now as hers, what seemed a lifetime ago by the lake at midnight, had meant to him. All the time and anguish that had passed between that first meeting and this faded into nothing - the only important thing in the middle was Agnith, without whom none of it would be possible. The pink felt her rider's silent gratitude and gave an accomplished little trill, though for the most part she stayed out of it. This was a human moment.
Her eyes shut again when he kissed her forehead, and she didn't pull away; far from it, she curled up against him, secure at last. "I'm sorry," she repeated softly. "I didn't listen because I thought you mad, but I was wrong. I knew it then, too." Longer explanations, she thought, were unnecessary; surely he knew by now how desperately she needed control of her environment. She hesitated, then allowed, "I love you, too."
Simple words, and very true; what they would mean to him, she couldn't know. He wasn't her one and only - not now, not yet, perhaps not ever. They were friends and more-than-friends, though not in any way that would bring the wrath of the masters down upon them. Certainly not like that. But did it require any more soul-searching than that? Why label and dissect something so pure?
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Post by Ruin on Jul 8, 2011 6:04:42 GMT -5
He smiled softly and pulled her head to his shoulder where he could properly wrap her up into the hug he had wanted to give her for far longer than that storm past. “Hush my little Blurwing, no more apologies. All is forgiven. I took far too much from you that day, and gave very little back; it will not happen again.” His lips kissed the golden crown of her head and then his cheek settled there, enjoying her warmth close to his. “I have missed you, do you know that?” He had, more than he would have words to say; though if she doubted it he could simply pull her head up and dazzle her with the ridiculous amounts of emotion he was feeling. The woman in his arms was healer, and friend; the love he felt was chaste and pure, but lost no potency. How could you not love someone you let so close? Not all relationships needed cementing with lust.
For now, he was content. Just to hold her and relax, his thoughts lazily following his eyes to Agnith. She had been so wonderful. Persistent and attentive. ”You could not have Impressed a better dragon, darling.” It didn’t need saying, but his voice was filled with gratitude none-the-less. The Pink had done what he did not believe was possible—give him an opportunity to apologize to her Rider and rectify the wrongs. Everything had gone so very off course between them: Without her—surely they would have never spoken again.
Possibly ever. Certainly Thread would have been falling; perhaps one of them would have been injured. Far too many dark possibilities that he didn’t want to consider beyond those few quick tentative thoughts.
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 8, 2011 6:08:22 GMT -5
Delilah embraced him in return, a slight shiver passing through her body as a cold autumn breeze spun through the air. Pity they had nowhere else to go; she was forbidden from his room, and he from hers, and it would be a hot day between before she returned to that crevice in the cliff wall, even after obtaining Agnith's steadfast promises never, ever to try to get in again. Anyone could see them here, from a certain angle, but she hardly cared. She was content. "Blurwing?" she repeated, amused and pleased. At least it was better than "woman." "Well, I demanded too much and asked too little, so there. Neither of us needs feel guilty, unless both do."
The girl did not doubt him, and neither did her dragon. Agnith crept forward again just long enough to sneak in another affectionate lick; then, quite suddenly (though less sudden to Delilah, who shared her mind), the pink flung herself past them and into the water. PILLIEPILLIEISAWAPILLIE oh, it was just a fish.[/i]
Laughter burst forth from Delilah at that, and she turned her face up to his again. "I know," she said simply. "She is perfect. Soon you'll have yours."
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Post by Ruin on Jul 8, 2011 6:10:14 GMT -5
He warmed at her mutual embrace, pleased that she saw fit to grace him with her arms even through all of their trials and tribulations. All he wanted was normalcy; perhaps for things to be even better between them: They seemed off to a great start, he'd have been far too afraid to touch her before lest he lose himself an arm. At her shiver he pulled her closer to him and wrapped her blanket around her exposed parts with his free hand, bundling her against the chill.
"Aye, Southern bird loves to drink from flowers; as gorgeous as the sunrise--as many colours too." His smile for her was brilliant, even if she could not see it, and he chuckled. "As we're both likely to feel guilty on principle; being that we're both generally selfless and have missed one another dearly--if I may be so bold--then why don't WE feel guilty for another hour, and then we can simply enjoy ourselves?" He certainly liked the idea.
His head snapped to the Pink dragon as she suddenly went bounding past and dove into the cold lake; his mouth was still quite ajar when Delilah glanced at him and a soft peal of laughter sounded at her words. "Perhaps a little calmer for me, I've told you once I couldn't keep up--and it's true." He wuffled softly into her hair as if a runner and then pulled his head back. "I'm sure you've already heard, but I've been disowned by my father while simultaneously being named son of Ruatha by Daymar's father--the man who abandoned his own son; my return letter resulted in Daymar’s sister transferring here to Stand. It caused quite a stir. Though perhaps not much more than my Impression to a Blue firelizard did."
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 8, 2011 6:26:38 GMT -5
Delilah shared such closeness with Agnith all the time, but how long had it been since she'd been so close to another person? Not since she'd last seen her father, and the love of family was entirely different from what she shared with her friends. With Sebol, in particular. She tucked her head against his shoulder, beaming at the description. "I've never seen one," she murmured. So much she'd never seen, kept indoors by her father's fears and her own zeal to make a healer of herself; that left little time for such play as she regularly had now. She never would have guessed that becoming a dragonrider would give her more time for fun, but then, she never would have guessed Agnith, either. "You are selfless, Sebol, indeed, far more than I think you let yourself realize - and I say why waste any more time on guilt when it's quite clear we've each been tearing ourselves to pieces over it all along?" Besides, she was already enjoying herself, so it was rather a lost cause.
Another giggle, and she said, "No, I doubt an Agnith will Impress to you. But you could keep up, you know. I'm sure of it." The mention of all that sobered her, though, and she pulled back only enough to meet his eyes again. "I did - from Agnith, through Tigreath. I'm so sorry." The idea of parental abandonment tore at her in ugly ways, and she fumbled through the blanket for his hand, lacing her fingers gently with his. "What's his name? Your firelizard?" Since she did not really know Daymar, all there was to hear about his sister and such could wait.
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Post by Ruin on Jul 8, 2011 6:28:24 GMT -5
”Sigard,” the name was a soft breath from his lungs that did not mask residual pain from being disowned and thoroughly abandoned by his own father. In the very least he was no longer abandoned by Delilah. Which meant more to him than he could say in light of how much he had recently lost—and gained unexpectedly. His mind wandered briefly back to that piece of parchment; well-worn from re-reading: Luckily it was a slowly fading memory. Very slow due to his visual remembrance, but it had begun fading with vigor since Xiro’el had consigned the note to flames.
”Though I do love her, I would appreciate more of a foundation—a dragon I could mesh with who would perhaps help inspire others to duty, lead against Fall. So many grand schemes for the little Herderboy. I’ve taken up other studies. Reylia—Daymar’s sister; has even offered to teach me Holder manners, and dancing. Xiro’el will be teaching me the art of knife fighting,” a grin split his face; ”I know you are pleased to hear that! A Keroonian Herder transferred in; he is working me through wherhide usage and strap-making. Also, a Bakercraft Dragon Candidate who will teach me not to starve.”
Which all-in-all was best for Sebol; as he had never cooked a day in his life. ”Perhaps—now that you realize I need you in my life—we could continue the Healer studies. When you have time of course? There are still skillsets I’m seeking from our general Weyr populous; slowly but surely.”
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 13, 2011 22:29:08 GMT -5
"Sigard," she repeated softly. A lovely name for a lovely blue. Soon enough, now that she was friends with his owner again, perhaps she'd be able to tell him apart from Avsiran.
The description of the sort of dragon he hoped to Impress made her lips quirk in a smile. "Agnith is an inspiration," she teased, but not the sort who would ever lead in Threadfall - passionate and go-getting as she was, she simply did not have the stamina or the focus to lead. Delilah didn't require anything of the sort, either; she needed a partner who would assist her with her healing, and Agnith had proved herself many times over when G'dan injured himself. They would work together and become the pair they were meant to be, and whoever Sebol Impressed would do the same for him. Delilah had faith now, as she hadn't when Searched, in this whole process.
The thought of tall, outdoorsy Sebol dancing like a gentleman made Delilah snort and cover her mouth with one hand. Fortunately, before she could get too much of a picture in her head, she was distracted by his next lessons. "Knife-fighting, really? Sebol, you are to be a dragonman whether you have the courage to believe it or not. You will have a many-ton beast at your side and the weight of tradition protecting you from any who would take dislike, for fear of harming your dragon; you do not need to engage in such reckless practice as that, especially with Xiro'el." Oh, shards, she could see it now - Xiro teaching his friend how to focus by having Tigreath act as distraction, Tigreath herself flitting about and deciding it would be more dangerous if she knocked Sebol down...it might have seemed a non sequitur, therefore, when she added, "You'll be trampled."
Cooking and straps were better though, and she added, "Of course I will teach you, as I teach G'dan, but only because you are stupid enough to get yourself stabbed when I am not even there to prompt it somehow. With all the boys I have to teach to suture their own wounds because they cannot conceive of not stabbing themselves in the face, I have no time for my own studies."
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Post by Ruin on Jul 14, 2011 0:16:26 GMT -5
”Of course she is, and she brought us back together did she not—there isn’t anything you won’t be able to do together,” which was exactly what he was seeking—in a different package; one that would hopefully be calmer. He gave Delilah a sidelong glance at her snort; as if he couldn’t dance like a proper gentleman, but his feigned hurt was quickly washed away by real mirth and none-too-little boyish impishness.
”Well, Delilah, the Weyr is full of people who have knives. Xiro’el has told me that Q’sis has threatened me with a knife fighting stance more than once—but of course I was far too uneducated to see it. I’m not going to wait around to be stabbed; I will learn techniques. Besides, what with Dalibor’s history, it can only be an asset as we move on into the future.” Eloquent and logical, and he did spare himself a moment of preening: He certainly hadn’t lost his touch, just as she hadn’t lost her motherly ways—though he had accepted that he wanted her no other way. Someone had to patch him back up and tell him to stop being a dimglow: Though not about this.
”There is some good coming out of we boys attempting to stab one another; I am teaching Xiro’el a very valuable lesson myself—one that is a secret so do not pester me for it, but know that we made an accord and it will be honored.” And for now he would leave out the fact that his graduation involved catching the Trader with a knife; because only then would the ex-Herder be fast enough to outlast and possibly survive. ”Besides; you’ll have plenty of studying to do if I continue to acquire lacerations as I have in the past—that has to count for something: I’m a living breathing cadaver!”
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Post by Cathaline on Jul 15, 2011 1:17:44 GMT -5
"She did," Delilah said softly. Agnith had seen what Delilah herself was too stubborn to accept, and she loved the pink all the more for it. Agnith chose that moment to yawn and inch forward again, to try to put her still-growing head into their laps. "What are you doing?"
I want hugs too,[/i] Agnith said, giving them a piteous look, and Delilah started to rub along her snout, which was as much of a hug as she could give in this position - and allowed her to push back slightly to keep the pink from trying to crawl all over them. Hopefully she would be less touchy-feely when she had attained her full growth.
"Yes," she informed Sebol. "Knives for eating with. I know little of Q'sis, but he would not risk his Unath and his position on whatever petty grudge he holds against you. If you insist on learning, I beg you, do not learn from Xiro'el - he has already stabbed you once and Tigreath will want to get involved and it will be dreadful. There must be someone else who has some knowledge of self-defense."
But she wasn't really begging; she did not trust Xiro, not with this, but Sebol would do as she wished, and she could not stop him. Nor did she truly want to. Everyone had to be free to make their own mistakes; it was not her duty to sob and cling to his arm, but to inform him of potential consequences and deliver those consequences when he inevitably became injured. With needle and thread. "I cannot trust that your idea of a valuable lesson matches mine," she complained instead. "I would not ask you to spill your secrets to me, especially with her listening, well as she has kept the one we both share for you. And I don't enjoy your lacerations, you know. That is not fun for me."
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Post by Ruin on Jul 16, 2011 1:23:44 GMT -5
The softness in Delilah’s voice made him smile; for even though she could feel nothing but love for her Agnith, he had certainly acquired a new warmth for the little Pink—well not so little anymore. They both probably would have remained quite stubbourn in their beliefs, reactions, and general ignorance of each other’s sorrow if not for the dragon. So yes, he was quite grateful, and when that smooth hided nobbed and ridged head slid across their laps he was quick with large warm hands to appreciate her. He did not mind her touchy-feelyness of course, but it did bring up an entertaining thought. ”Do you suppose, when I Impress, that all of your dragons will coddle mine? I can just imagine Agnith showering him with excessive amounts of love while Tigreath tries to coerce him into dangerous acts. A little brother for all of them: One, I might add, that can take their abuses far better than Tallman.”
Though his words might have implied frustration for the stitches he had received from the dragons alone since the hatching—which he had somehow managed to leave unscathed for all he had been wounded since—his bright smile said otherwise. He no longer had a fear of dragontalons, and perhaps had even lost some of his once-wary respect what with his mind being so invaded by love and adoration. Perhaps he wouldn’t be so lucky when he Stood again, but if that thought occurred to him he never mentioned it. ”I certainly agree, and there is yet a chance that he and I might mend our bridges, but at the same time many riders fight to first blood—no one loses a dragon, but there is still a clear-cut winner.”
Which perhaps she wouldn’t want to know, but he knew it—Xiro’el knew it, and he would be ready. He could not see Q’sis being that man, but knowing that the possibility was out there? There must be preparations. He would not be as quick a fighter as the Trader who trained him, but he would no longer be the bumbling Herderboy. If they let men duel with bows he would need no further tutelage, but that skill was behind him—as far as he knew. Though he still continued his practice even here. ”It may not, but in this case—the secret is not mine to spill; simply mine to guard as you and Agnith do for me. That, I know, you understand. Of course I am sorry, but at least it is practice all the same, and I’ve never been seriously wounded.” Trademark grin was a go.
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