The Request of a Sister - Fawkes | V'an

Not the large stone caverns that Weyr people are used to, these are buildings built on the top of the cliff, sometimes referred to as the Weyr Cliff. These buildings are all the same size, with multiple apartments for dragonriders to live in in each building. Because of space constraints, dragons sleep in large pavilions built around the dragonrider apartments.
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Wed Feb 27, 2019 12:45 am

Season - Fuzzy time to late Summer 2048
Time - Early Evening
Location - Dragonrider Pavilion | V'an's Apartment

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Over the Turns, Revanne had not kept her distance from Atricis, though her visits were certainly few and far between. When she came, it was to see her brother, V'an. Normally, she enjoyed his company over a well cooked meal and a glass of wine. But she never lingered long, not when Benden called for her, reminding her it was late at home.

Today, however, was different for the brownrider. She came without the expectation of a meal and good company.

Faranth, I don't think this is going to work, Morath, she sighed to the brown as he wheeled down to land. V'an is going to be angry with me.

It is a pity if he is. You did nothing wrong, the brown huffed back.

Revanne could not bring herself to entirely believe her brown, not when her success as a mother hung on the line. After the fight Faveonn got into back in the Benden Creche, Revanne was certain she had failed her daughter. Faveonn blamed J'lek, but Revanne blamed herself and how she selfishly raised the child. For the entirety of the brownrider's life, her choices as a mother circled around her own needs and desires. She dismissed Faveonn's agency, for the girl had only lived as a child, ignorant and innocent in the ways of the world. After the fight in the creche, however, something changed in the girl. She had become more determined and unforgiving of those who wronged her. When chided by her own mother, who told her daughter to apologise, Faveonn refused, and then turned on her own mother. Her question was no longer sweet and innocent. Instead, she lashed out and demanded answers once and for all, pressing her mother to finally give her the name of the man who fathered her. It was only when she finally told Faveonn the truth about the man that Revanne realised she had never once considered the needs of her own daughter. Withholding the truth and forcing the girl to accept J'lek as a step-father had caused nothing but lasting damage.

And now, Faveonn threatened to leave Benden Weyr, with or without her own mother's consent.

"I'm going to see my father, my real father, and you are not going to stop me!"

Helpless in the face of her own daughter's wilfulness, Revanne found her way to V'an's door, and knocked upon it in defeat. When she finally saw his face, she appeared visibly distraught. "V'an, I think I made a mistake," she opened to her brother. It was her plea for help.
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They were only just settling in for the night, V'an coming home from his duties at the barracks and sloughing out of work clothes into something more comfortable for an evening in with the family. The apartment was... spotless, because that's what happens when his weyrmate has far too much on her hands and no Wingleader duties to perform while grounded on maternity leave. She even scolded him for leaving muddy boots by the door and he promised to tend to them after dinner - to which he was told it would be before dinner or he wasn't getting any dinner. The brownrider couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped him as he acquiesced to his very pregnant weyrmate.

As he moved to scoop up the offending boots though, there came a knock at the door. Quirking his brow at the knock, he moved to answer it, wondering who might be calling tonight. He hadn't been expecting anyone that he knew of, but perhaps Ryarin was? What he saw though, was quite the surprise upon his doorstep and he looked down into the multi colored eyes of his sister, who's face was drawn and tight with worry.

"V'an, I think I made a mistake."

Without a word, the brownrider stepped aside and allowed Revanne to enter into his home and get off the doorstep and into somewhere a bit more private and comfortable. Closing the door behind her, V'an moved them toward the family room and gestured for her to take a seat on the couch or plush chairs. "What sort of mistake are we talking about here?" He asked with only a hint of concern in his voice, not knowing what he should be worried about yet. This was not going to be one of their usual nights of dinner and drinks, it was about family and the need to be there for one another even across continents.

While Revanne spoke up again, the man moved toward the ornately carved hutch sat in the corner of the room and he pulled open the upper cupboard to reveal a row of bottles lining the top shelf and several types of glasses beneath. He raised a questioning brow in her direction as he moved to reach for a wine bottle, or perhaps something a little stronger as his hand floated over to the liquor section. What sort of need was she in? Casual glass of wine over a heartfelt conversation between siblings? Or something rougher and deeper and needed to be dislodged with the strength of spirits?
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"What sort of mistake are we talking about here?"

"The stupid kind with lasting damage," the femme brownrider responded rather dramatically as she dropped her weight onto the couch and leaned back with a groan. Were she able to, she would have changed so much, but as it stood, Revanne realised such wishes were frivolous at best.

She turned her dual toned eyes back to her brother, catching that knowing question that marked his countenance. "Just wine," answered his sister. Anything more harsh, and she knew her judgement would fray. Once he joined her, drink procured, she took it in thanks, and then sipped from the glass. Normally the taste of wine brought her such relief and pleasure. Now, riddled with worry, the once pleasant drink tasted dead upon her tongue.

So what did she say to all of this? Revanne pondered for a moment, until she finally found her words. "Fav's been asking about her father again... her blood father-" Faveonn made sure to clarify, for since her weyrmating to J'lek, she had always viewed the bronzerider as Faveonn's true father, but her daughter had a will of her own and was quick to deny her mother's assumptions "-She... fuck, I should have told her sooner, but I knew her father was an ass. I didn't want her to see that he was just another distant weyrbred player."

To be fair, even in her memory, that night with Faveonn's father was incredible, but he left so soon, not even giving Revanne a chance once she gave him what he wanted. At one point, Revanne genuinely had feelings for the man, but clearly he did not feel the same towards her. He loved her, and then he left her with little regard. How could Revanne see him in a positive light when he took all the glows with him on the way out? Once their night of fornication resulted in a child, Revanne realised the man was hardly suitable enough to be a father. She had made up her mind to find Faveonn a man who deserved to be her father. Eventually, she thought she found a good man in J'lek, but Faveonn could not care less about him.

Instead, her own daughter opted for the pain of the truth over the comfort of a lie.
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