Returning to the main Weyr... -- Igen Weyr

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Date Posted: 18:46:17 01/24/02 Thu
Author: S'sha and Kylith
Subject: Returning to the main Weyr...

*The Weyrlady's strong features seem troubled as she walks in, then moves silently to a wall and leans against it, fingertips lightly brushing the surface. Sighing quietly, she closes her eyes and does not move for a long moment, ignoring her queen's gentle inquiry as the gold awakens at the turmoil in her rider's mind. Suddenly flinging the temporary weakness away, S'sha rockets forward, eyes flashing. At once, her two flits pop from between. "Korea, go keep an eye on the training. Archallo, keep an eye on our sick WingLeader." The petite gold vanishes to the Barracks without hesitation, and the blue winks out to reappear inside Alara's weyr. S'sha? comes Kylith's surprised voice. Yes? her rider responds. You are allowed to be unstrong at times, you know. The tall woman shakes her head, lengthening curls whipping in her vehemence. No. If I were unstrong, I would be weak. The dragon snorts, remembering such odd behavior from past times, with past Weyrleaders. T'ren and Jeneth will help you this time, S'sha. They won't work against you. As she passes an open doorway, the Weyrwoman sends a glance outside to her lifemate, sun-bathing. No kidding. Igen's senior queen shakes her wedge-shaped head. T'ren is not S'rald, and T'ren is not K'u. The past is gone, and the future is all we can hope for. But you must live in the present. Withdrawing from- S'sha angrily cuts her dragon off. I realize this! she snaps, pausing in her heavy strides to adjust her belt and the few pouches dangling from it. Kylith rumbles, deep in her throat, but refuses to let up. Go eat. Muttering, S'sha turns her aimless determined march towards the Table, inwardly grateful to have a destination.*

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