08.Dec.17, 03:28 AM
That morning, Wenon had received a curt, handwritten note from the Weyrleader. Apparently, Rhaedalyn had something she wanted advice on, and her expertise was requested. And of course, since she was dragonless, neither wanted to be around her to ask the question. Honestly, one day Rhaedalyn was going to put off asking her question too long and cause a problem. Wenon frowned slightly as she strode through the hallways towards the Weyrwoman’s office. She was going to have to have a conversation with Rhaedalyn about responsibility and putting aside her own comfort for the good of the Weyr. Besides, the Weyrwoman had her as a mentor. R’nya had Jajojin to deal with, and, to be blunt, the ex-bronzerider was much less put together than she herself was. To be fair to Jajojin, he’d only had about four turns to come to terms with his dragon’s death. She had had over twenty.
You have come far from how you were when I passed. The echo of Jormath said in her mind.
I had to. I couldn’t force my son, not even a full adult, to care for his catatonic mother alone in an unknown land. Wenon sighed quietly. Circumstances had forced her to put aside her own grief - for Jormath, for K’tios, for Teglioth, for Igen - faster than she could have without the impetus.
If he has the time, he will reach a more stable place too. Besides, memory-Jormath said, and if she’d been alive and had a physical body Wenon knew she would have been shifting her position with the change in topic, R’nya has less need of a mentor than Rhaedalyn. The pairs are well suited.
Yes, I suppose. If Rhaedalyn would do her duty and ask me when she needed my assistance. Really, Wenon was never sure if she should be impressed by how neatly the Fort Weyrwoman could get her mate to do near anything for her, or displeased at her lack of attending to her own responsibilities.
Perhaps a little of both. Jormath said, her tinkling laughter filling Wenon’s mind as she reached the door of the Weyrwoman office.
“Rhaedalyn?” She called out, peeking through the door. “Are you in? R’nya sent a message that you had need of me.”
Insulting Truths
You have come far from how you were when I passed. The echo of Jormath said in her mind.
I had to. I couldn’t force my son, not even a full adult, to care for his catatonic mother alone in an unknown land. Wenon sighed quietly. Circumstances had forced her to put aside her own grief - for Jormath, for K’tios, for Teglioth, for Igen - faster than she could have without the impetus.
If he has the time, he will reach a more stable place too. Besides, memory-Jormath said, and if she’d been alive and had a physical body Wenon knew she would have been shifting her position with the change in topic, R’nya has less need of a mentor than Rhaedalyn. The pairs are well suited.
Yes, I suppose. If Rhaedalyn would do her duty and ask me when she needed my assistance. Really, Wenon was never sure if she should be impressed by how neatly the Fort Weyrwoman could get her mate to do near anything for her, or displeased at her lack of attending to her own responsibilities.
Perhaps a little of both. Jormath said, her tinkling laughter filling Wenon’s mind as she reached the door of the Weyrwoman office.
“Rhaedalyn?” She called out, peeking through the door. “Are you in? R’nya sent a message that you had need of me.”
Insulting Truths