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13.May.14, 11:14 PM
What to do about these rumors though? No matter how relaxing the day was, or how bright the sun was shining, the thoughts still crept into her mind. Eventually they would spread beyond the weyr folk and word would reach dragon rider ears. When that happened she was certain he would hear it, but what would come after that was still a mystery. J'tir and she had spent only a single night together, caught up in the wildness of dragonlust. After they had parted ways the following morning she hadn't spoken to him again, going out of her way to avoid him after she had lost Alictiryan. The women of the creche had mentioned he came down to hold the infants sometimes, which meant she had taken a handful of children to the kitchens to have them help there while she supervised. So far it had worked. I wonder if he would even be bothered to find out. Would he even want to KNOW about a child he sired on a weyrbrat? She sighed, dismissing the thoughts as unhelpful.
The birdsong had stopped, catching the woman's attention and causing her to open her eyes. Alicona said nothing, straining a moment to listen, but hearing nothing that seemed too far out of the ordinary for a day like today. She could distantly hear the splash of water that signaled she was no longer alone, but quickly dismissed it. There was a reason she had chosen a poll this far out, and most people would be courteous enough to keep that distance when the other pools had been unoccupied. A quiet sigh passed from her lips, relaxing once more into the heat of the water. Stormy eyes closed, thinking nothing more of it than someone else had come out to enjoy the afternoon. Between the sound of her own humming and the renewed chirping from above her resting place, Alicona was completely oblivious to the approaching Bronze rider.
“Ali?” Her name broke into her reverie, startling her into sitting upright. Her eyes flashed open, taking several heartbeats to register the face looking down at her. What passed over her face would be an unreadable mix, though the sudden loss of color in her face couldn't be missed unless he had gone blind during the interim. Her mouth worked, opening and shutting like a fish on a hook; no words making their way past the hard spot in her throat. Not only had he shown up while she was thinking about how to approach him, he had done so while she was in a bath and they were both naked. Fantastic, this was just fantastic. Just what she had wanted to happen. Not. Ona shut her mouth, much the same way he had done, dropping her gaze in the same motion. She swallowed hard, the ache in her chest returning with a fierceness that left her struggling for a full breathe of air.
“J'tir...” She managed finally, sinking into the water until it was midway up her neck. Her voice was quiet, tinged with shame and sorrow as well. It was as if she had wilted at the sight of him, drawing in on herself out of habit and hiding her face behind the fall of her hair. Ona cleared her throat, quashing the urge to just burst into tears. When last they had been together she had been vibrant, outspoken; full of laughter and ready to take on the world. The past years had not been the kindest, and just when she had figured it was time to approach him, he had appeared out of no where like a ghost of days long past. “It's been a long time... A very long time.” Alicona schooled her expression into the gentle smile she used with the children, pushing her hair back from her face as she looked up at him. He looked just as surprised as she felt, though he couldn't possibly know the thoughts running rampant through her head.
How do I tell him? Is this even the right time to tell him? Half formed thoughts bloomed and evaporated, riding on the coattails of the previous one. Did he come because of the rumors?Did one of the others tell him about Alictiryan? Blood thundered in her temples, but the smile never faltered. It seemed like this was it, the time for her to be brave. To face the father of her child and tell him what he had missed. She opened her mouth to speak,only to shut it again immediately. Will he understand why I waited so long to tell him? Her spark of bravery shriveled; mouth going dry as she stared at J'tir. Ona licked her lips, the happily blank expression beginning to crack the longer she looked at him.
“I've seen you from time to time.. Not up close, but I've seen you in the skies. Vleyth looks like he is in good health.” Small talk, just start with small talk. Work your way up, she reassured herself, reaching up absently to tug at the lobe of her right ear. “You look well. You've not changed at it it seems. Still the same...” The backs of her eyes hurt, keeping the hurt from her face even as it leaked back into her voice. Little Alic had looked so much like his father; the same mop of dark hair and skin a few shades darker than her own. The hand at her ear moved to tuck a few loose strands back before returning to worry at her ear. “So.. uh.. You're doing your washing...” Of course she had noticed her own clothes draped over his shoulder. “Do you need any help?” If the woman was going to work up the courage to tell him the truth, she was going to have to keep him close at hand, otherwise she would back out.
The birdsong had stopped, catching the woman's attention and causing her to open her eyes. Alicona said nothing, straining a moment to listen, but hearing nothing that seemed too far out of the ordinary for a day like today. She could distantly hear the splash of water that signaled she was no longer alone, but quickly dismissed it. There was a reason she had chosen a poll this far out, and most people would be courteous enough to keep that distance when the other pools had been unoccupied. A quiet sigh passed from her lips, relaxing once more into the heat of the water. Stormy eyes closed, thinking nothing more of it than someone else had come out to enjoy the afternoon. Between the sound of her own humming and the renewed chirping from above her resting place, Alicona was completely oblivious to the approaching Bronze rider.
“Ali?” Her name broke into her reverie, startling her into sitting upright. Her eyes flashed open, taking several heartbeats to register the face looking down at her. What passed over her face would be an unreadable mix, though the sudden loss of color in her face couldn't be missed unless he had gone blind during the interim. Her mouth worked, opening and shutting like a fish on a hook; no words making their way past the hard spot in her throat. Not only had he shown up while she was thinking about how to approach him, he had done so while she was in a bath and they were both naked. Fantastic, this was just fantastic. Just what she had wanted to happen. Not. Ona shut her mouth, much the same way he had done, dropping her gaze in the same motion. She swallowed hard, the ache in her chest returning with a fierceness that left her struggling for a full breathe of air.
“J'tir...” She managed finally, sinking into the water until it was midway up her neck. Her voice was quiet, tinged with shame and sorrow as well. It was as if she had wilted at the sight of him, drawing in on herself out of habit and hiding her face behind the fall of her hair. Ona cleared her throat, quashing the urge to just burst into tears. When last they had been together she had been vibrant, outspoken; full of laughter and ready to take on the world. The past years had not been the kindest, and just when she had figured it was time to approach him, he had appeared out of no where like a ghost of days long past. “It's been a long time... A very long time.” Alicona schooled her expression into the gentle smile she used with the children, pushing her hair back from her face as she looked up at him. He looked just as surprised as she felt, though he couldn't possibly know the thoughts running rampant through her head.
How do I tell him? Is this even the right time to tell him? Half formed thoughts bloomed and evaporated, riding on the coattails of the previous one. Did he come because of the rumors?Did one of the others tell him about Alictiryan? Blood thundered in her temples, but the smile never faltered. It seemed like this was it, the time for her to be brave. To face the father of her child and tell him what he had missed. She opened her mouth to speak,only to shut it again immediately. Will he understand why I waited so long to tell him? Her spark of bravery shriveled; mouth going dry as she stared at J'tir. Ona licked her lips, the happily blank expression beginning to crack the longer she looked at him.
“I've seen you from time to time.. Not up close, but I've seen you in the skies. Vleyth looks like he is in good health.” Small talk, just start with small talk. Work your way up, she reassured herself, reaching up absently to tug at the lobe of her right ear. “You look well. You've not changed at it it seems. Still the same...” The backs of her eyes hurt, keeping the hurt from her face even as it leaked back into her voice. Little Alic had looked so much like his father; the same mop of dark hair and skin a few shades darker than her own. The hand at her ear moved to tuck a few loose strands back before returning to worry at her ear. “So.. uh.. You're doing your washing...” Of course she had noticed her own clothes draped over his shoulder. “Do you need any help?” If the woman was going to work up the courage to tell him the truth, she was going to have to keep him close at hand, otherwise she would back out.
