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26.Jun.13, 09:27 AM
Surprise shimmered through him at the appearance of tears, though R’nya was careful to give no such response away as the girl crumpled next to him. Reaching out gently, R’nya wrapped an arm around Ameris’ shoulders, and held her gently as the girl cried, taking note of the depth of emotion she invested, but not uttering so much as a single word. He did not try to calm her, or make shushing noises, just sat there as calm and collected as ever, silently waiting for the storm to pass.
Ameris had always been one of the stronger girls; a backbone of the group of rag tag holders R’nya had collected and sheltered under his own influence from the other riders within the weyr. They were mostly delicate little things, and while several of them would rather bite off their own fingers than admit to needing any form of protection, R’nya knew they all appreciated it. If they did not, they would not come to him when riders were giving them a hard time, or someone looked at them ‘like that’, or when they had questions or concerns about Weyrlife.
Ameris was not usually one of those girls, and as he rubbed her back gently and let her cry herself out, R’nya was not surprised by the blanket of explanation that slowly settled around them; the tears, and the strength behind them, gave lie to the world the girl had been living in. A mask of confidence, and her desire to do things herself, for herself, suddenly became transparent as he caught a glimpse of the girl that really resided behind those walls.
“Of course not,” R’nya murmured lowly as she seemed to gather herself together again, and offer an introduction. He was not surprised by that; he doubted she’d be hurting quite so much if it was ‘the way things always were’ in her life, but that it had not always been so was, he expected, a large part of what had her all tangled up. “Many of us did,” R’nya added gently, referencing the plague and how many lives it had affected, and very few – if any – for the positive. It wasn’t an excuse for the way many people had taken to coping with it, or how they had been changed by it, but it was a reason for many of them.
He waited patiently as she tossed the fruit between her hands, watching quietly for a moment before raising his own to his lips and taking a bite, chewing slowly, waiting for her to continue without getting in her face about it. His entire air indicated he was not about to move – or let her move – until he had more of the story, likely all of it – but he wasn’t going to be pushy about getting it, either. They had all day, after all.
Ameris had always been one of the stronger girls; a backbone of the group of rag tag holders R’nya had collected and sheltered under his own influence from the other riders within the weyr. They were mostly delicate little things, and while several of them would rather bite off their own fingers than admit to needing any form of protection, R’nya knew they all appreciated it. If they did not, they would not come to him when riders were giving them a hard time, or someone looked at them ‘like that’, or when they had questions or concerns about Weyrlife.
Ameris was not usually one of those girls, and as he rubbed her back gently and let her cry herself out, R’nya was not surprised by the blanket of explanation that slowly settled around them; the tears, and the strength behind them, gave lie to the world the girl had been living in. A mask of confidence, and her desire to do things herself, for herself, suddenly became transparent as he caught a glimpse of the girl that really resided behind those walls.
“Of course not,” R’nya murmured lowly as she seemed to gather herself together again, and offer an introduction. He was not surprised by that; he doubted she’d be hurting quite so much if it was ‘the way things always were’ in her life, but that it had not always been so was, he expected, a large part of what had her all tangled up. “Many of us did,” R’nya added gently, referencing the plague and how many lives it had affected, and very few – if any – for the positive. It wasn’t an excuse for the way many people had taken to coping with it, or how they had been changed by it, but it was a reason for many of them.
He waited patiently as she tossed the fruit between her hands, watching quietly for a moment before raising his own to his lips and taking a bite, chewing slowly, waiting for her to continue without getting in her face about it. His entire air indicated he was not about to move – or let her move – until he had more of the story, likely all of it – but he wasn’t going to be pushy about getting it, either. They had all day, after all.
