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14.May.14, 12:53 AM
Seeing the dragon did bring a hint of that smile back to her face, and when the large creature touched her forehead she laid a gentle hand against his snout. Her eyes had closed briefly during that short contact. “It's good to see you again too, Vleyth.” She murmured back in response, turning back to watch the dragon's rider. So that was why he was here, to wash clothes. Maybe he hadn't heard the rumors then. It would give her a little more time to prepare herself to speak up. He even began speaking of his foul up, and for the moment relief settled into her chest. He hadn't come to confront her, or ask questions. He had simply come to do his laundry. Right? For some reason she couldn't shake the feeling that there was another reason he had come on today of all days.
“I don't mind helping. I do laundry all the time in the creche.” She didn't mention hearing about his visits to the creche. If she had then it would be obvious she had been avoiding him. “I don't know if I'll be much better company though.” She smiled at him, genuinely smiled, then turned to pull herself out of the pool to retrieve the basket. The chatter of the dragon built her up just enough to feel confident that there was nothing more to this than laundry. At least until J'tir spoke again. She had just finished bracing her hands against the side, her body angled to the side away from him. The little bubble of confidence was popped in an instant as he brought up the night they had spent together. It was as if her heart had just been violently ripped from her chest, shown to her, and then crushed. It wasn't just the memory of their night that came crashing back, it was the entire nine months of struggling and the early morning that had left her a shattered wreck of a woman.
Alicona hunched forward as if she were in pain, pulling her hands to her mouth and biting down hard into the meat of her palm to stifle the noise that tried to escape her mouth. Hot tears flooded her eyes, rolling down her cheeks to drip off the line of her jaw. Her shoulders heaved once, twice and again as she tried to draw breath without making sound. With one hand still lodged firmly between her teeth she ground the heel of the other against her eyes, turning her face away from him while her body remained still. Alictiyan... he was going to be the brightest spot in her life. “You didn't .. didn't h-hurt me.” Her voice was barely audible, trembling as she shuddered. There was pure agony in her voice, in the way she held herself; curled in on herself to fend off the world.
“I... I got pregnant.” Alicona had wrapped her arms around her middle, small frame shaking despite the heat of the water. “But you were busy, a Bronze rider. I d-.. didn't want to burden you.” She ran her hands through her hair, eyes wide with despair. She couldn't face him, even after all these years. “A boy... Alictiryan..” Her heart hurt but still the love pervaded her speech, marred by the sorrow she still carried. “Dark brown hair... Just like yours..” She had dropped off to a whisper, the tears still falling freely from her eyes but not nearly as hard as before. “He was stillborn, J'tir... Everything was ready for him... But he never even got to take a breath.. Never got to open his eyes..” She closed her eyes, face pointed squarely downward as she wiped at her eyes. “I'm sorry J'tir...”
“I don't mind helping. I do laundry all the time in the creche.” She didn't mention hearing about his visits to the creche. If she had then it would be obvious she had been avoiding him. “I don't know if I'll be much better company though.” She smiled at him, genuinely smiled, then turned to pull herself out of the pool to retrieve the basket. The chatter of the dragon built her up just enough to feel confident that there was nothing more to this than laundry. At least until J'tir spoke again. She had just finished bracing her hands against the side, her body angled to the side away from him. The little bubble of confidence was popped in an instant as he brought up the night they had spent together. It was as if her heart had just been violently ripped from her chest, shown to her, and then crushed. It wasn't just the memory of their night that came crashing back, it was the entire nine months of struggling and the early morning that had left her a shattered wreck of a woman.
Alicona hunched forward as if she were in pain, pulling her hands to her mouth and biting down hard into the meat of her palm to stifle the noise that tried to escape her mouth. Hot tears flooded her eyes, rolling down her cheeks to drip off the line of her jaw. Her shoulders heaved once, twice and again as she tried to draw breath without making sound. With one hand still lodged firmly between her teeth she ground the heel of the other against her eyes, turning her face away from him while her body remained still. Alictiyan... he was going to be the brightest spot in her life. “You didn't .. didn't h-hurt me.” Her voice was barely audible, trembling as she shuddered. There was pure agony in her voice, in the way she held herself; curled in on herself to fend off the world.
“I... I got pregnant.” Alicona had wrapped her arms around her middle, small frame shaking despite the heat of the water. “But you were busy, a Bronze rider. I d-.. didn't want to burden you.” She ran her hands through her hair, eyes wide with despair. She couldn't face him, even after all these years. “A boy... Alictiryan..” Her heart hurt but still the love pervaded her speech, marred by the sorrow she still carried. “Dark brown hair... Just like yours..” She had dropped off to a whisper, the tears still falling freely from her eyes but not nearly as hard as before. “He was stillborn, J'tir... Everything was ready for him... But he never even got to take a breath.. Never got to open his eyes..” She closed her eyes, face pointed squarely downward as she wiped at her eyes. “I'm sorry J'tir...”
