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27.Feb.14, 02:45 AM
The last two months had been so filled with anguish and new beginnings that Ameris had rarely been able to find the time to spend it in the company of her son. Today, with the weyr settling back into a normal routine and Ameris’ nightmares vanquished, she found the time to collect her boy from the shaky hands of A’mad and actually take the boy on a little walk. He laughed and chattered happily as they walked along a path that had been beaten down by the many feet of the weyr.
She laughed easily with him as he told her the stories he thought were the most important. They were trivial and childish but they were the best stories she had ever heard. The boy ran ahead to dart back with glee. In his tight fist, Rislan clutched a handful of bright spring flowers. “Ama! I found these,” he shouted at her. She chuckled at his enthusiasm, “Wonderful, my love! They’ll look nicely on the table.”
The young boy scrunched his face and shook his head in the negative, “They not for us,” he said with a grin, “I want to give to D’ren!” Ameris went wide-eyed for a moment at the boy’s declaration. She hadn’t known Rislan knew D’ren well enough to want to give the man flowers. But it did make sense, though, when she thought about it. Rislan would know Treseni from the crèche and, in passing, would know the retired weyrleader.
“Why, Rislan? Why D’ren?” she asked quietly, looking at her young son in a new light. “Because he’s sad,” the boy answered with shrug of his shoulders. Tears threatened to gather in her eyes at his answer. Her son amazed her with his compassion, though young it was.
“Sure,” she said as she held out her hand for him to take, “We can give them to D’ren.” Small sweaty fingers wrapped around hers as she turned them around to head back towards the new weyr proper. She smiled down at the boy as they made their way back, stopping here and there to collect more spring flowers for D’ren’s gift.He will be a good man someday, Ameris, Mizeath told the woman when she caught sight of them. The gold had declined to join them, deciding that mother and child needed this time together alone and had stayed near the weyrproper. Indeed, the woman replied quietly.
The bundled the flowers together with a bright hair ribbon that Ameris had retrieved from their room and the pair made their way towards D’ren’s hut. She didn’t expect to speak to him today and would not knock on the door of his room; instead she and Rislan would leave the bundled and thoughtful gift for him there in front of the door. She gave the door of D’ren’s room one last sad look before a smile for her son grew on her lips. A good man indeed.
She laughed easily with him as he told her the stories he thought were the most important. They were trivial and childish but they were the best stories she had ever heard. The boy ran ahead to dart back with glee. In his tight fist, Rislan clutched a handful of bright spring flowers. “Ama! I found these,” he shouted at her. She chuckled at his enthusiasm, “Wonderful, my love! They’ll look nicely on the table.”
The young boy scrunched his face and shook his head in the negative, “They not for us,” he said with a grin, “I want to give to D’ren!” Ameris went wide-eyed for a moment at the boy’s declaration. She hadn’t known Rislan knew D’ren well enough to want to give the man flowers. But it did make sense, though, when she thought about it. Rislan would know Treseni from the crèche and, in passing, would know the retired weyrleader.
“Why, Rislan? Why D’ren?” she asked quietly, looking at her young son in a new light. “Because he’s sad,” the boy answered with shrug of his shoulders. Tears threatened to gather in her eyes at his answer. Her son amazed her with his compassion, though young it was.
“Sure,” she said as she held out her hand for him to take, “We can give them to D’ren.” Small sweaty fingers wrapped around hers as she turned them around to head back towards the new weyr proper. She smiled down at the boy as they made their way back, stopping here and there to collect more spring flowers for D’ren’s gift.
The bundled the flowers together with a bright hair ribbon that Ameris had retrieved from their room and the pair made their way towards D’ren’s hut. She didn’t expect to speak to him today and would not knock on the door of his room; instead she and Rislan would leave the bundled and thoughtful gift for him there in front of the door. She gave the door of D’ren’s room one last sad look before a smile for her son grew on her lips. A good man indeed.
