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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Nov 6, 2010 18:17:35 GMT -5
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Date: Month 10, day 20 , Early Evening
L'yst entered the weryling barracks searching for J'lor. He didn't look much better than he had for the past sevendays. Ever since the Threadfall where the weyrlings had been lost, L'yst had not been himself. He couldn't sleep, couldn't concentrate.
The loss was eating him up inside. He knew he couldn't continue the way things were.
"J'lor?" He called out, wondering if the brown rider was nearby. He needed to speak with him first. Talk to someone who would understand. J'lor had worked closely with this new weyrling class while L'yst had finished the training of the older weyrlings...the ones who were now almost all gone, by his command. He rubbed a hand through his hair, trying to shake the feelings that came at him all the time anymore.
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Nov 6, 2010 19:17:11 GMT -5
He was in the office going over some hidework for the Weyrwoman on the status of the current class of weyrlings. He knew both queens needed their weyrs assigned soon but that would be Maram’s call. The others would just have their pick there were weyrs empty enough around the bowl.
He sipped at cooling klah and was about to go in search of a fresh mug when he heard his name from the other room.
“In here” he called.
Woreth says his blames himself for the loss of the weyrlings in Threadfall.
J’lor closed his eyes, he knew what the younger rider was going through. Blooding would not be easy but especially not on the weryling master who was charged with getting the newest riders up and running in time with the mature wingriders.
Luckily neither he nor L’yst had had to be blooded in the midst of an actual Threadfall.
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Nov 7, 2010 21:18:06 GMT -5
With a heavy sigh, L'yst made his way to the back office, knowing that what he came to do was not easy.
Lystmine, I am always with you, Woreth told his rider supportively. He didn't truly understand why L'yst was still so upset, but he knew why his lifemate was troubled.
Reaching out to Tonuth he spoke, Mine needs yours to help him find peace. Then, backing away from the contact, Woreth went about his own business, always with a hint towards L'yst's thoughts.
"J'lor," L'yst said as he entered the office. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I'd like to speak with you if you have a moment." L'yst looked more gaunt than he had even on the journey to this place. For now, his emotional wellbeing was affecting nearly everything he did.
"Mind if I take a seat?" He asked, moving forward and doing so before J'lor even had a chance to reply. Now how did one start such a conversation, L'yst wondered.
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Nov 11, 2010 16:01:43 GMT -5
Woreth’s has a mind sickness for the loss of weyrlings. His needs to find peace.
J’lor put down the hides he was working on as he watched the younger man enter. He was concerned if there was indeed an issue.
"J'lor," L'yst said as he entered the office. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I'd like to speak with you if you have a moment."
Shards but the man looked ravaged. He looked like he hadn’t slept well nor had been eating from the way his cheeks were sunk in. J’lor waved him to the chair he was taking anyway.
“Tonuth tells me Woreth is worried about you L’yst,” he said. “Is there anything I can do?”
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Nov 13, 2010 23:08:08 GMT -5
L'yst sighed and ran a head unsteadily through his already disheveled hair.
"Leave it to dragons to pass on messages before we can," he muttered, though he knew in his heart just how much he appreciated the dragons.
"I don't know how to handle this J'lor. I don't know if I can handle this, anymore. I'm thinking of resigning as Weyrlingmaster." There, he'd said it. L'yst closed his eyes and tried to keep his wits about him. He had always loved the challenge of taking on the young ones and training them right by the Weyr, but his heart seemed to have gone from that task. He didn't know if he could ever do it again. L'yst felt like a failure both as Weyrlingmaster and as a man.
}Lystmine. I am here{ Woreth called out to him, sensing his riders almost irrational thoughts. Woreth was very concerned.
L'yst breathed in and out and opened his weary eyes to look at the older, more experienced man. "This feels so different than what happened months ago, when we first came here. We lost so many then, yet I didn't feel this way. Why now, then, must I feel this loss so deeply?" L'yst was begging for answers, anything to keep him away from that very dark thought that crept up into his mind from time to time. He would not give in to such an easy way to end the pain.
"Why do I feel like I, alone, sent them to their death?" He asked the question that weighed on him, night and day since the Threadfall.
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