27.Aug.19, 03:44 PM
Things had been tense ever since the hatching, but L’gan was determined to finally clear the air. He wasn’t normally given to bouts of anger, but he’d lost his temper with Sariel after the hatching and he felt guilty about that. They’d exchanged heated words in the early hours following their return to the hall, and he had gone back to Fort alone.
Over the next few weeks it seemed like he was running on klah and 2 hours of sleep, and they barely had time to reconnect while he dashed to and from Ista and the Hall. Between reading notes on the dissection of the dead dragonets, consoling Semath about the process, taking detailed observations of the surviving weyrlings, and needing to actually sleep so he didn’t burn out, there was very little time left for sorting out his personal life.
At least he’d seen Sariel around the Hall as she’d apparently convinced the Masterhealer she was more of an asset than a liability. If nothing else they were learning significantly more about dragon anatomy which could be useful in the future. And through Master Verec’s arrangement with the Beastcraft, both he and Eb’zer would have partners from that craft to see if they could apply any of their knowledge to dragonhealing. He’d met his partner, Narinoa at the Hatching and been impressed by the young man’s composure.
After delivering a batch of drawings to the Harperhall for duplication he took the opportunity to finally go see Sariel alone. L’gan knocked on her door and slipped in after her invitation. “Hey Bell,” he greeted her quietly, setting a pitcher of klah and basket of pastries down and taking a seat next to her.
He hesitated, not quite sure how to start. “Bell, I wanted to apologize again for my reaction the other day. There was so much going on and you were so rattled like after the Touching… I didn’t want to see you upset like that, but I was also terrified you were going to get yourself hurt.” He grimaced, “I know that doesn’t give you enough credit, and I’m sorry.”
He sighed, fiddling with something and glancing away while he composed his thoughts. “Hatchings are dangerous. We all know that. And it would be hypocritical of me to ask you not to Stand, so I won’t, I promise. But I want you to know how much I do support you as a candidate, a healer, and a partner. And how badly I need you in my life.” L’gan looked up and caught her eyes.
“I understand if you’re still upset with me. Hell, I’d be surprised if you weren’t. But I hope you’ll forgive me.” He swallowed around a sudden lump in his throat and covered her hand with his. “I love you, Sariel. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Will you... that is... “ he bit his lip nervously. “I want to show my dedication to you, if you’ll still have me.” He opened his other hand to reveal a simple ring.
Over the next few weeks it seemed like he was running on klah and 2 hours of sleep, and they barely had time to reconnect while he dashed to and from Ista and the Hall. Between reading notes on the dissection of the dead dragonets, consoling Semath about the process, taking detailed observations of the surviving weyrlings, and needing to actually sleep so he didn’t burn out, there was very little time left for sorting out his personal life.
At least he’d seen Sariel around the Hall as she’d apparently convinced the Masterhealer she was more of an asset than a liability. If nothing else they were learning significantly more about dragon anatomy which could be useful in the future. And through Master Verec’s arrangement with the Beastcraft, both he and Eb’zer would have partners from that craft to see if they could apply any of their knowledge to dragonhealing. He’d met his partner, Narinoa at the Hatching and been impressed by the young man’s composure.
After delivering a batch of drawings to the Harperhall for duplication he took the opportunity to finally go see Sariel alone. L’gan knocked on her door and slipped in after her invitation. “Hey Bell,” he greeted her quietly, setting a pitcher of klah and basket of pastries down and taking a seat next to her.
He hesitated, not quite sure how to start. “Bell, I wanted to apologize again for my reaction the other day. There was so much going on and you were so rattled like after the Touching… I didn’t want to see you upset like that, but I was also terrified you were going to get yourself hurt.” He grimaced, “I know that doesn’t give you enough credit, and I’m sorry.”
He sighed, fiddling with something and glancing away while he composed his thoughts. “Hatchings are dangerous. We all know that. And it would be hypocritical of me to ask you not to Stand, so I won’t, I promise. But I want you to know how much I do support you as a candidate, a healer, and a partner. And how badly I need you in my life.” L’gan looked up and caught her eyes.
“I understand if you’re still upset with me. Hell, I’d be surprised if you weren’t. But I hope you’ll forgive me.” He swallowed around a sudden lump in his throat and covered her hand with his. “I love you, Sariel. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Will you... that is... “ he bit his lip nervously. “I want to show my dedication to you, if you’ll still have me.” He opened his other hand to reveal a simple ring.