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08.Aug.18, 02:52 AM
R’vi sat back against the couch, relieved when Indivara said there weren’t any siblings in her class. He hadn’t realised how tense he had been when he asked the question and kind of liked how much he worried about complete strangers. Perhaps he wasn’t as selfish as some, including himself, called him. He was so caught up in that relief that he didn’t notice the way she gave her denial and stared at Indivara in confusion when she mentioned the landslide.
What did that have to do with anything? He supposed she meant that some of the weyrbrats had lost their siblings that horrible night so they now Stood alone. Certainly Holders didn’t allow the Searchriders to take more than one of their children at a time, if at all. He was going to nod in understanding for her one word reply, knowing Indivara had also lost family that night, when he caught the dirty looks she kept giving him.
What did he do now?
R’vi frowned, deep in thought, as Indivara walked to and fro, doing whatever it was she was doing. He’d asked a simple enough question and didn’t recall opening his mouth to stick his foot in it at any other point in their conversation. When Indivara sat back down and continued to glare at him, R’vi started to feel extremely uncomfortable. He had upset her and didn’t know why. Perhaps he should just go. Silently he stood up and walked to the kitchen, finishing his juice as he went. The glass was left on the counter and by the time he returned to the sitting area, a realisation dawned on him.
“A misunderstanding,” he mumbled and shook his head sadly. He couldn’t recall a time Indivara had ever misunderstood what he said or his intentions. She may have played at it, just to rile him up, but the laugh that always followed let him know what was going on. This time was different. She honestly didn’t know what he had been asking and he felt a tightening in his chest. Was he losing her again? She had never wanted him beyond a friendship despite his best efforts and when all the trauma in her life kept piling up, it was V’ler that she turned to. Some of it was his own fault, he knew that. He was the one that chose a Weyr away from friends and his own twin brother.
“I was asking about the kids you’ll have in your class. If any of them were related to each other. I worried one might Impress without the other… like Ny and me,” he was still hurting and spoke softly, eyes on the ground as he tried to find any excuse to explain what had happened between them. Everything was so good minutes ago, just like the old days. But like some of the more recent old days, those fears of being alone were creeping back. Everyone had their purpose, end goals to run towards, and he would be forgotten, left behind, like when Nyvian found his bronze dragonet and barely acknowledged his brother after that. He knew that wasn’t fair to Nyvian; a dragonet took a lot of work and attention in the early months, something R’vi learned firsthand when he finally Impressed but that didn’t ease the pain and fear.
“Maybe you did hit your head when he fainted and you’re not thinking clearly,” R’vi grasped at the idea like a lifeline thrown to him as he drowned in his beloved ocean. He didn’t like what he had become in his darker days and didn’t want to slip back into them because he obviously didn’t know how to form a sentence that made sense to other people.
“And I know you’re pregnant, Di. Maybe you’re overworking yourself and need to rest. You should rest. Vydoriath can keep Venseth company and I’ll stay out here until V'ler gets back in case you need anything or feel sick.” R’vi offered his best attempt at his usual smile, the one that showed him happy and carefree, not at all offended, worried, or upset. He was a Vian after all! The sexier one, the wilder one. What were deep emotions, right?
What did that have to do with anything? He supposed she meant that some of the weyrbrats had lost their siblings that horrible night so they now Stood alone. Certainly Holders didn’t allow the Searchriders to take more than one of their children at a time, if at all. He was going to nod in understanding for her one word reply, knowing Indivara had also lost family that night, when he caught the dirty looks she kept giving him.
What did he do now?
R’vi frowned, deep in thought, as Indivara walked to and fro, doing whatever it was she was doing. He’d asked a simple enough question and didn’t recall opening his mouth to stick his foot in it at any other point in their conversation. When Indivara sat back down and continued to glare at him, R’vi started to feel extremely uncomfortable. He had upset her and didn’t know why. Perhaps he should just go. Silently he stood up and walked to the kitchen, finishing his juice as he went. The glass was left on the counter and by the time he returned to the sitting area, a realisation dawned on him.
“A misunderstanding,” he mumbled and shook his head sadly. He couldn’t recall a time Indivara had ever misunderstood what he said or his intentions. She may have played at it, just to rile him up, but the laugh that always followed let him know what was going on. This time was different. She honestly didn’t know what he had been asking and he felt a tightening in his chest. Was he losing her again? She had never wanted him beyond a friendship despite his best efforts and when all the trauma in her life kept piling up, it was V’ler that she turned to. Some of it was his own fault, he knew that. He was the one that chose a Weyr away from friends and his own twin brother.
“I was asking about the kids you’ll have in your class. If any of them were related to each other. I worried one might Impress without the other… like Ny and me,” he was still hurting and spoke softly, eyes on the ground as he tried to find any excuse to explain what had happened between them. Everything was so good minutes ago, just like the old days. But like some of the more recent old days, those fears of being alone were creeping back. Everyone had their purpose, end goals to run towards, and he would be forgotten, left behind, like when Nyvian found his bronze dragonet and barely acknowledged his brother after that. He knew that wasn’t fair to Nyvian; a dragonet took a lot of work and attention in the early months, something R’vi learned firsthand when he finally Impressed but that didn’t ease the pain and fear.
“Maybe you did hit your head when he fainted and you’re not thinking clearly,” R’vi grasped at the idea like a lifeline thrown to him as he drowned in his beloved ocean. He didn’t like what he had become in his darker days and didn’t want to slip back into them because he obviously didn’t know how to form a sentence that made sense to other people.
“And I know you’re pregnant, Di. Maybe you’re overworking yourself and need to rest. You should rest. Vydoriath can keep Venseth company and I’ll stay out here until V'ler gets back in case you need anything or feel sick.” R’vi offered his best attempt at his usual smile, the one that showed him happy and carefree, not at all offended, worried, or upset. He was a Vian after all! The sexier one, the wilder one. What were deep emotions, right?
