Left Behind - Ember | Dirce

The main, central area of the Weyr, since it's no longer a "bowl" like before, people have taken to calling it the courtyard, or more often, the Weyr Yard. Dragons land and take off here while people walk from building to building going along their daily duties.
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Fri Apr 12, 2019 11:46 pm

Season - Early Winter 2049
Time - mid afternoon
Location - Atricis Weyr | Weyr Lakes

@Ember | Dirce - roulette thread "a pregnancy is announced. story about jealousy."
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Another bitter beginning to yet another bitter day. Her morning talk with her aunt Novandra went more poorly than the weaver likely hoped when she shared the news of her pregnancy with her niece. It left Faveonn with a sour taste in her mouth, one that she carried with her throughout the day as she worked in the infirmary.

How could she do this? the girl growled to herself as she tied some herbs for the ward. She never even said she wanted kids. For turns, Novandra remained childless, finding a daughter in Faveonn. Considering her own mother's distractions with the children she had with J'lek, Faveonn had come to cherish the special bond with her aunt, loving Novandra as the mother she should have had. Where Revanne dragged Faveonn around like a doll across the face of Pern only to treat her as a second thought (something she never did to all the children she had with J'lek), Novandra loved Faveonn first and foremost, bestowing her with the attention Faveonn seldom found from Revanne. Now that Novandra would have a child of her own, Faveonn knew she would be pushed aside for better, just as her mother had done. It pained the girl that she was about to become merely second best for a second time, left vying for the attention that once came to her so freely.

After a long day in the infirmary, rather than return to her aunt, or even her uncles, E'von or V'an, Faveonn left for the lakes. She already knew they were going to scold her for being upset, so what was the point in rushing home for a reprimand? After how her mother treated her, forcing J'lek down her throat after turns of withholding her own father's name from her, only to give her younger siblings all the love and attention never given to her, Faveonn knew she was well within her right to be upset about the fact history was about to repeat itself. In the end, Faveonn would bear the brunt of their consequences, and if she ever dared to express her anger, the adults in her life would merely answer with dismay and disappointment.

No. There was no reason to go home. Not yet.

Only briefly, as she approached the shore, did she wonder if maybe she could go see K'rios, but then she stopped herself. Part of Faveonn already felt bad enough for turning the man's life upside down. No reason to make it worse by imposing on him. Therefore, it was the shore she reached. She clambered over some rocks that stretched past the waterline. It was her favourite spot in all of the weyr, if only for the fact it allowed her to watch the dragons without trespassing into their lives. She watched from her vantage point, unobstructive and silent. And all the while, she thought about this child, and what it would likely mean in her life.

Above all, it likely meant Faveonn would have to return to the creche. For the meantime, she lived with her aunt, but it was only a matter of time before Novandra no longer had room for her in her home and in her heart. It seemed to be Faveonn's lot in life to live in the creche. Her only hope was that her peers would be kinder to her than they had been back in Benden.

Mayfly peeped at her side and rubbed her delicate diamond shaped head against her mistress's thigh.

"Yeah... I know," Faveonn answered the firelizard. At least she had her small friend to keep her company, loving her no matter what.
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Fri Apr 19, 2019 7:06 am

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Dirce had wanted nothing more than to steal herself away to her apartment for a short nap. The previous night had been long and sleepless, thanks to her sister Cinaree staying over; the child had been having a series of nightmares, and the creche aunties thought that maybe being with her big sister at night might help her rest. While it did, that didn't stop the bad dreams from coming along, leading to several wake ups in the middle of the night, and Dirce's heart breaking just a little further each time for her sister.

As much as she had wanted to let her rider rest though, Sandalphonth had found herself in need of a bath, and after some pestering, had managed to get Dirce moving enough to finally gather things. She was already down at the lake, much like a dutiful dragon should be on bath day, and now just waited for her rider to arrie. That took a while. I thought you might have fallen asleep.

Hiding a yawn did nothing to cover it up, and Dirce stuck her tongue out at her dragon. Maybe I should have you ungrateful brat. But her attention was pulled away from her dragon momentarily by a slight figure she recognized - however briefly - from the creche. She didn't recognize the girl very well - just enough to know a name - and so she was careful as she approached her.

"Hey there... Faveonn if I remember right?" She set her bathing supplies down and looked at Sandalphonth, begging her with a look not to fuss. In compliance, though with a sigh, the zultanite slithered into the water to soak while she waited. Dirce turned back to the girl. "You doing okay there?" She didn't appear hurt, just looked so downtrodden it hurt.
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Mon Apr 22, 2019 11:31 pm

The appearance of the large zultanite was difficult to miss, though Faveonn merely expected to see the dragon and her lifemate come a go from the lake, without any notice paid to herself.

"Hey there... Faveonn if I remember right?"

Instead, however, it seemed Faveonn had enough passing encounters with Dirce to be recognised on the shore by the woman, and even acknowledged. One for manners and respect, Faveonn shot to her feet to return the courtesy to the Junior Weyrwoman. "Y-yes," she stammered, though she remained uncertain as to why someone like Dirce would remember a girl like her.

Faveonn went to the creche to see her cousin from time to time, and several times a week, she helped the youngsters for the Infirmary under the watchful gaze of a journeyman. Most of the time, she dealt with fevers that merely required her to administer featherfern and tuck them into bed, or a poor child with upset stomach whom she treated with peppermint tea or verbena. Otherwise, Faveonn resided with her aunt in the lower caverns... or at least she did...

She had no doubt she would be sent back to the creche now that Novandra was pregnant with a child of her own.

"You doing okay there?"

Hesitation answered Dirce before words ever did. Really, she did not have to tell a stranger about her woes. Rather than lie, she brushed it off instead. "It's nothing," she assured the woman. Faveonn felt incapable of lying, but she was not about to get Dirce involved in something she likely did not care about. Though young, and even naive at times, Faveonn knew better than to think an adult wanted to hear her gripe just because they asked. "I can leave you alone to wash your dragon. I didn't mean to be a bother."

The girl would have said the dragon's name, but did not trust herself yet to pronounce it right. It was long and a bit of a tongue twister that needed practice, and Faveonn was not about to make a fool of herself in front of someone as prestigious as a queenrider.
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