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01.Sep.22, 12:31 PM
Had other healers been attacked? What qualified as a healer? Zelly and Casa both knew some magic to help save people and there was his sister with her training in the craft. But they were all hard to judge. Dareji was clearly targeted for their family and Casa was known more as a goldrider, Weyrwoman, and a daughter of R'nd than someone that knew a few herbal tricks. He barely knew what all she could do outside of the sex klah and he spent most of his day with her lending a hand with her job. "I don't think he's attacked any healers," he finally conceded and wondered if he was wrong with his idea for why Zelly was targeted this time.
He’d have to think more on what connected them or at least why they were being targeted specifically later. Maybe he could bounce ideas off of Casa and get a fresh perspective. He’d also talk with A’tay and Lazerat to see about setting up some kind of rotation to watch over Zelly while she recovered. Regardless of whether his theory was right or wrong, the attacker would likely lose his shit at Zelly surviving. Maybe he would panic at the thought that she remembered something important and could identify him and get sloppy on a return visit and they would be ready for him. Wishful thinking.
He flinched at the mention of his sister and tried to cover the action by adjusting how he held Zelly. He had been thinking briefly of her minutes earlier but it was an abstract thought and simply as a healer. But thinking on her as his bubbly little sister that was murdered was a lot harder. “I’m fine,” or rather, he was better at holding in his emotions after having practice after his dad’s murder. Someone, he forgot who, said he was still in some weird state of shock and didn’t fully believe Dareji was gone. R’dare couldn’t fully argue with that since it truly was hard to believe she wasn’t with them anymore but when it did sink in, he usually excused himself so he could be alone to cry or even get angry.
You should tell her that. You shouldn’t keep everything bottled up. His dragon brushed against his mind, doing his best to be a calming presence but R’dare still shook his head at the idea. I don’t think we’re that close of friends, Daisi. We chat but we’re more just fuck buddies. Doesn’t hurt to try. She’s kind of a captive audience either way. R’dare gave a soft snort of laughter which meant he had to explain now or be quick with a cover story.
“Sorry. Daisi’s trying to convince me to talk to you about everything, especially since you can’t go anywhere. You can fall asleep, which I don’t think he thought of but it’s okay if you do.” It was almost preferred if she did. He didn’t want to burden anyone else with his troubles, especially not a friend that barely survived an attack in his weyr. “The short of it is sometimes I cry and sometimes I get angry that it happened. Don’t know if you noticed, but I’m down a chair at the dining table. It may or may not have met the floor forcefully a few times.” Not his finest moment but it did help get some rage out before he crumpled to the floor beside the chunks of wood to have a good cry.
“I also hate that my memories of the times dad called me Breezy have been sullied by that note written in…her…” R’dare sniffled and wiped at his eyes while forcing himself not to break down again, not now. “And to top it all off, R’dal was nominated to tell me. He’s been my best friend since I can remember. Practically family to us so he was just as devastated and then he had to tell me. I still don’t know who was doing the comforting.” He gave a short broken laugh, recalling the way they held each other, collapsing to the ground in shock and tears.
He’d have to think more on what connected them or at least why they were being targeted specifically later. Maybe he could bounce ideas off of Casa and get a fresh perspective. He’d also talk with A’tay and Lazerat to see about setting up some kind of rotation to watch over Zelly while she recovered. Regardless of whether his theory was right or wrong, the attacker would likely lose his shit at Zelly surviving. Maybe he would panic at the thought that she remembered something important and could identify him and get sloppy on a return visit and they would be ready for him. Wishful thinking.
He flinched at the mention of his sister and tried to cover the action by adjusting how he held Zelly. He had been thinking briefly of her minutes earlier but it was an abstract thought and simply as a healer. But thinking on her as his bubbly little sister that was murdered was a lot harder. “I’m fine,” or rather, he was better at holding in his emotions after having practice after his dad’s murder. Someone, he forgot who, said he was still in some weird state of shock and didn’t fully believe Dareji was gone. R’dare couldn’t fully argue with that since it truly was hard to believe she wasn’t with them anymore but when it did sink in, he usually excused himself so he could be alone to cry or even get angry.
You should tell her that. You shouldn’t keep everything bottled up. His dragon brushed against his mind, doing his best to be a calming presence but R’dare still shook his head at the idea. I don’t think we’re that close of friends, Daisi. We chat but we’re more just fuck buddies. Doesn’t hurt to try. She’s kind of a captive audience either way. R’dare gave a soft snort of laughter which meant he had to explain now or be quick with a cover story.
“Sorry. Daisi’s trying to convince me to talk to you about everything, especially since you can’t go anywhere. You can fall asleep, which I don’t think he thought of but it’s okay if you do.” It was almost preferred if she did. He didn’t want to burden anyone else with his troubles, especially not a friend that barely survived an attack in his weyr. “The short of it is sometimes I cry and sometimes I get angry that it happened. Don’t know if you noticed, but I’m down a chair at the dining table. It may or may not have met the floor forcefully a few times.” Not his finest moment but it did help get some rage out before he crumpled to the floor beside the chunks of wood to have a good cry.
“I also hate that my memories of the times dad called me Breezy have been sullied by that note written in…her…” R’dare sniffled and wiped at his eyes while forcing himself not to break down again, not now. “And to top it all off, R’dal was nominated to tell me. He’s been my best friend since I can remember. Practically family to us so he was just as devastated and then he had to tell me. I still don’t know who was doing the comforting.” He gave a short broken laugh, recalling the way they held each other, collapsing to the ground in shock and tears.
