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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Oct 9, 2010 15:37:59 GMT -5
L'yst barely managed to stagger to his Weyr. Woreth was already fast asleep. It had been a trying day for both of them.
Now, much into his cups, L'yst could barely see through his bleary gaze. He'd tried to drown his anguish in drink, but it had not helped. He'd had to be strong for the others after the loss of H'trhall and Benith and the near loss of K'vys and Oneth and Jentra and Halath. Jentra and Halath were barely hanging on by a thread.
How had he let this happen? They were his to watch over. His to guide. His to protect. And instead, he'd sent them to their deaths. He staggered against the wall, clutching the jug in his hand with a fierceness.
He'd managed to find a nice little empty corner where no one had bothered him and he'd drank and drank and drank. Everyone was too busy tending to their own and the injured, they hadn't noticed him wallowing in the corner of the hall.
Fardles, but he should have been the one to tackle that Thread, not the young ones. Blast the shell and sear the skin, why had he let them go? L'yst turned and punched the stone wall. Feeling the pain rip through his knuckles. It felt good. He deserved it. He'd let them down. He'd sent them to their death when he and Woreth had never even made it to the fight. Guilt, anguish, despair, all washed over L'yst.
He sank against the stone wall of his weyr, the unbidden tears of disbelief, hurt, anger, loss washed over him.
"I've failed you all," he murmured, swiping at the offending tears and taking another swig from the bottle.
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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Oct 9, 2010 17:30:44 GMT -5
As soon as Kasalith touched down, S'ren made sure she was well taken care of before darting through the Weyr in search of L'yst. No one had told him directly what had happened, but through Kasalith's thoughts he had been able to put two and two together. She hadn't wanted to upset him, but that was impossible given their connection. He had to make sure L'yst was okay and she knew that.
Covered in ash from the battle, S'ren looked like a complete mess. His hair was wind swept and tossled, his riding leathers ripped and burned black. He didn't care how he looked as he ran through the Weyr toward L'yst's weyr. The people he passed quickly moved out of his way as he weaved through each corridor. Finally he reached his quarters. Clutching a cramp in his side and breathing heavily, he walked inside.
There was no missing Woreth. His enormous body lay folded in the corner of the weyr. His sleepy grunts filled the entire room causing the room to tremble with each breathy snort. Being sure to not disturb him, S'ren strained his eyes in search of his rider. He wasn't huddled close to Woreth nor was he resting on his bed. S'ren brought his arms up to cross over his chest and he peered through burning eyes around the weyr.
Nothing.
Perhaps he hadn't returned yet. But then where could he be? S'ren looked around the weyr once more, stepping closer to Woreth as he searched along the walls for any hidden niche. And that's when he saw him. Surrounded by endless bottles of drink, L'yst sat crouched in a darkened corner of the room. A half empty bottle rested in his hand. As he watched the older man he raised it to his lips, downing the amber liquid in one long, pitiful gulp.
S'ren heart shattered at the sight and he stepped closer. "L'yst?" he whispered. His large green eyes widened as he dropped onto his knees in front of the blue rider. Slowly, as if afraid the other man may lash out, S'ren reached out and rested his hand on top of the L'yst's, wrapping his fingers gingerly around the bottle.
"It wasn't your fault."
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Oct 9, 2010 17:51:11 GMT -5
"It wasn't your fault."
L'yst jerked his head upward at the sound of another voice. Yet, the words and the action were too much, he yanked his hand and bottle away from S'ren, only to have the bottle smash into a million pieces against the stone wall.
"Look what you've made me do!" He lashed out at S'ren, one of the few people he'd developed any kind of bond with here at Dragon Weyr. L'yst wanted, in that moment, to push him away. He'd destroyed lives today. Him. He'd ordered them to go out and deliver the Firestone. It was his fault, no matter what anyone told him. He'd sent them to their death.
L'yst fumbled around looking for another bottle. He knocked one after another over in his clumsy attempts.
"Why are you here anyway?" his tone was flat, though there was little feeling behind his words. "Just go, get away from me. I don't want you here." L'yst didn't want anyone. He hated himself, hated what he'd done, hated what he was doing now. It was a well of despair that was just rising up and trying to suffocate him.
He finally managed to grasp a bottle that still held the sweet nectar that would make him forget. Drown the despair amid the liquor. He grabbed the bottle and brought it close to his chest, cradling it like it was his only life-line to the world. L'yst wanted to forget. Forget everything. Forget the pain, the fear, the despair.
"I killed them," he spat out the words, harsh even to his own ears. His wild, bleary eyes turned to S'ren. "Did you hear me?" He all but shouted, "I killed them!" Woreth stirred in his sleep, restless as his rider suffered this inner turmoil, yet he did not rise.
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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Oct 9, 2010 18:52:54 GMT -5
The hairs on the back of S'ren neck stood on end when L'yst snatched the bottle out of his hand and slammed it against the wall. His heart, that had thudded slowly in his chest before, now beat fast in time with his labored breaths. Instinctively, S'ren moved away from the man, but he didn't leave like L'yst ordered him to do. He watched silently as the blue rider searched for another bottle. His conscience told him to push them all out of his reach, but he didn't want to anger the man more than he already had.
Was this really the same man he had known all those months ago? He had seemed so alive then, so...at peace with life and now? Now he looked like a mere shadow of his former self. L'yst was lost, angry and confused. He needed him, though he'd be damned before he admitted it. A bit lost about what to do next, S'ren was saved the effort by L'yst's question.
Why was he here? He hadn't even contemplated not rushing to his side when he'd heard the news. He knew how much the other man cared about his riders and to lose one must be unbearable. Everyone would mourn the loss. That was certain, but would any of them truly understand the grief that would burden those closest to the young rider? S'ren couldn't begin to understand. Perhaps he should leave. He definitely hadn't thought about what he'd do when he found L'yst. He had only wanted to be with him; be the shoulder to lean on in his time of need. Yet, it appeared that that was the last thing L'yst wanted.
Unable to put his thoughts into words, S'ren could only sit there and listen. He was too afraid to do much else.
L'yst words sliced through the still room like a blade catching him off guard. He sat there, his mouth slightly ajar. No! He wouldn't blame himself for this. He had no way of knowing what would happen. None of them had. This burden wouldn't rest on his shoulders alone and S'ren would be damned if he let him drink his problems away like some drunk.
He could tell that trying to convince him of the truth wasn't going to work. Especially not now when alcohol was talking for him. Thinking fast, S'ren crossed his arms over his chest and nodded.
"Is that what you really believe?" He said, his voice louder and not as timid as he felt. "Do you honestly believe that anyone would have allowed you to send those riders into battle to die?" He paused and shifted on his knees toward L'yst. "Do you?" He snapped again, his own anger building.
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Oct 9, 2010 19:10:27 GMT -5
"Do you?"
S'ren's tone seemed to push him over the edge. L'yst hadn't even heard the words, but the tone gave him the means to release the anger he felt inside. He lunged at S'ren, knocking him forcefully to the ground.
L'yst fumbled and landed on his own side with a grunt. Somehow, that action seemed to take the wind right out of him. L'yst who moments ago seemed fueled by anger, almost folded in on himself. "I sent them to their deaths, S'ren. It was my fault." His voice broke and L'yst closed his eyes as the pain of the loss seemed to sweep through him anew.
Somehow this loss seemed worse than all the lives lost during the planet-wide destruction. L'yst had had no control over that event. He'd saved others then, not harmed them. Now...now, he was the one who'd ordered them to fly into Thread. They hadn't been ready. He'd sent them to their death.
He opened his eyes again which seemed to whirl like a dragons between self-loathing, anger, and lust as he took in the man lying on the ground beside him.
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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Oct 9, 2010 20:14:12 GMT -5
S'ren would have screamed had L'yst not knocked the air out of his lungs. His entire body was still bruised after the threadfall and his mind wasn't as quick as it had been before the battle so when Ly'st lunged at him he didn't have time to react to defend himself.
Now laying on his back on the dirt, S'ren watched L'yst roll over onto his side in a slump. His hands, which had balled into fist gradually relaxed, but his guard was now up. He expected the other man to yell, to pummel him a bit more, but then he spoke and S'ren was again reminded of how broken the man he cared for was. He sounded so pitiful and helpless and nothing like the man he knew.
Clutching at his aching chest, S'ren groaned as he pushed himself into a sitting position. He peered down at L'yst and shook his head sadly. There were no words that could comfort him now. His own self deprivation ran far deeper than any words of consolation could ever hope to solve.
S'ren scooted closer to L'yst. He was more scared now than ever, but his need to help him overshadowed that fear. Angling his body so that he could peer down into the other man's blue eyes, he slowly reached out and stroked his face and then, gradually, leaned down and kissed him softly on the forehead.
"We're going to get through this, L'yst. I don't know how, but I'm going to help you through this, okay?" He stroked his chin. "You're going to have to trust me."
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Oct 9, 2010 20:48:30 GMT -5
L'yst drew in a shuddering breath. His self-control was breaking. He wanted nothing more than to cling to S'ren and let his sorrow wash through him, let tears fall.
Weak! The drinks he'd imbibed seemed to shout in his mind. He would be weak if he gave in to his desire to bawl like a baby in the arms of the man he'd watched from a distance these past months. If he gave into this weakness, L'yst feared he'd never survive. He could already feel the yawning ache of despair trying to claw its way up from inside him.
He had to find a way to stop it. To make the images and feelings go away. He didn't want to think about the lost souls, picture the mangled and broken green who had hurtled from the sky towards them. He took a shuddering breath, the silence between them seeming to drag on endlessly.
Finally, L'yst reacted to S'ren's words and his touch. He reached up a hand and touched S'ren's face. "It should have been me. Not them," His words were anguished. "I need to forget. Forget it all," he pleaded, his eyes locking with S'ren's. L'yst's hand dropped back to the stone ground as he took a shuddering breath. "Why can't I forget?" The bleakness he felt inside him shone through his eyes. His hands balled up into fists at his sides, his arms shaking with his need to release the turmoil inside him.
"Why are you here?" His voice all but exploded as he looked at S'ren again, the drink causing him to shift moods as rapidly as the wind changes speed and direction. "You shouldn't be here! Get out!" L'yst moved into a seated position and scooted away, pressing his back against the stone bench just behind him. "I'll only hurt you if you stay," he spat the words at S'ren, though his eyes told a completely different tale. L'yst didn't want to be alone, but he couldn't forgive himself enough to allow himself to accept comfort from another. Not yet. The wounds were too fresh, too new. His whole body was trembling, and L'yst didn't know how to make it stop.
He was alone, but he wasn't. He tried to push S'ren away, when all he really wanted was to draw him closer. The pain and sorrow he felt was trying to hurt him more, by making him lose something, someone else that was dear to him. He didn't deserve the friendship of someone like S'ren. No, he was a failure. He hadn't prepared his riders and now they suffered because of him. L'yst suffered with them, unable to ask for the help he so desperately needed.
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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Oct 9, 2010 21:42:42 GMT -5
His defenses trembled and shattered as S'ren leaned into L'yst's touch. He was gentler now and less threatening. If they continued on this path he may be able to get him to see reason and maybe rest for the night. That would be best.
S'ren covered L'yst's hand with his own and shook his head at his question. "It's still fresh. It's going to take a while, but soon it won't hurt as much," he said, aware that he sounded like his mother. She clung to false hopes--like the hope that one day he'd wake up straight or worse, married to a woman. He wanted to think that over time the pain would disappear, but he wasn't certain of that fact.
He wanted to lay with L'yst and forget that today ever happened. It would be easier for the both of them if that were possible. Then he wouldn't have to try so hard to give answers to questions he couldn't possibly solve and L'yst wouldn't be burdened with a tragedy he had no way of averting. What ifs clouded his reason so much that he wasn't immediately aware of the change in the man beneath him. His harsh words struck him like a fist and he tensed, but didn't move away.
"I'm not going anywhere," he murmured, taking the man's hand. "And you're not going to hurt me. You're a better man than that." S'ren stared back into L'yst's eyes and what he saw frightened him. Gone was the helplessness to be replaced by more confusion. Was that anger etched into the fine lines of his face? Was he angry at him or himself? Again, S'ren was unsure.
"Come on. Y--you need to rest." He didn't wait for him to say no. Instead he stood from the ground and reached out a hand for the other rider. "Yell at me all you want in the morning," he said. His voice trembled slightly, but he tried to keep his expression firm. Anything could set the other man off so he'd tread softly for now.
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Oct 9, 2010 22:06:18 GMT -5
"And you're not going to hurt me. You're a better man than that."
His eyes flashed as he took in the man before him. A better man? L'yst was not a better man, not now, not after what had happened today.
L'yst pushed S'ren's hands away. "How do you know I won't hurt you? I hurt those Weyrlings today," he snarled a bit drunkenly. "I'm no better than...," L'yst lost his train of thought as the liquor continued to seep it's way through his body. "It doesn't matter. You're a fool to think you're safe with me after what happened!" His voice had risen just as he had from the ground. Now, swaying a bit, L'yst stood glaring at S'ren.
When S'ren reached out to him again, L'yst smacked the pro-offered arm away. He staggered, ending up closer to S'ren in the process. He gripped the greenriders' shoulders tightly in his hands as his eyes still burned with the fury and anger that was simmering inside him. Injustice, self-loathing, and more seemed to all burn inside L'yst and S'ren could easily become a target for those emotions.
"You'd better run, greenrider," he snarled, "if you don't want to end up another causality of mine."
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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Oct 9, 2010 22:33:37 GMT -5
Patience was a virtue that S'ren didn't have much of. Usually he'd find a reason to walk away from a fight. Proving that he was right was never something he enjoyed doing. It was a waste of time. L'yst was trying his patience that was gradually growing thinner by the second. He had come to help the other man. Had he not drank a tankard of liquor he would have been more successful, but the toxic stuff was talking for L'yst and he refused to cooperate.
The volume of the man's voice coupled with his much larger stance before him caused S'ren to tremble where he stood. His hands balled into fists at his side as he stared up into L'yst's cold, calculating eyes. He was trying to scare him...and it was working.
"You're a fool to think you're safe with me after what happened!"
He ignored his words. He knew he didn't mean them. It was the alcohol talking. He had to remember that. "You need sleep," S'ren said coolly. He reached for his hand again and yelled out when his hand was slapped away. Taken off balance by L'yst's body careening toward him, he fought to stay on his feet as the man's finger nails dug into his flesh. He winced beneath his hands and attempted to shrug him off but failed. Biting back a groan, he met L'yst's eyes as he spoke.
"You'd better run, greenrider," he snarled, "if you don't want to end up another causality of mine."
That was it. He hadn't come here for this. Soren raised his hands and took a hold of L'yst arms. He wasn't strong enough to pry his hands away, but then he didn't want to yet. "I didn't come here for a fight," he snapped. "If that's what you're looking for I'm sure I can find someone else to entertain you," he hissed beneath his breath. "Now, let go of me," he growled, using all of his remaining strength to shove the drunken man away.
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Oct 9, 2010 22:52:26 GMT -5
"I didn't come here for a fight," he snapped. "If that's what you're looking for I'm sure I can find someone else to entertain you. Now, let go of me."
L'yst would regret his current attitude later, but for now, the drink that had taken over his body was in command.
"Oh, you'll entertain me just fine. Make me forget all my troubles." His hand, hard and rough, grabbed at the back of S'ren's neck. He yanked the other man towards him and crushed his lips almost brutally beneath his own. L'yst was not gentle or kind. He was harsh and unyielding as he took from S'ren whatever he wanted.
L'yst would regret his actions, but for now, he didn't care. He was hurting and this made him forget the hurt he felt inside. His hands destroyed what was left of S'ren's riding gear as he forced the greenrider to do his biding. L'yst sheer size and strength would make S'ren's escape nearly impossible.
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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Oct 9, 2010 23:27:41 GMT -5
He was off. That was all S'ren could concentrate on. Coming here had been a bad idea, but if he could leave without hurting L'yst's feelings it may have been worth it. He doubted he'd remember any of this in the morning any way.
He moved to step around the taller man, but barely took one step before L'yst grabbed him and pulled him forward, forcing him into a kiss. S'ren whimpered against's the other man's lips, shock taking over his senses at first before he realized what was happening. The slick caress of L'yst tongue against his mouth was all the motivation he needed to part his lips for the other man. His heart throbbed in his chest as they kissed. L'yst nibbled and suckled on his lips and although he attempted to keep up he fell behind. This was too much, too fast.
"L'yst..." He murmured breathlessly. He tried to nudge him away, but then he was thrust backward and his leathers were being torn off and he couldn't do much more than stand there frozen in place. "L'yst, what are you doing?" He said, grabbing at his shirt, but the other man was too strong and the fabric was snatched right out of his hands. S'ren stumbled backward in an attempt to get away only to have L'yst step forward to meet him yet again. The threadfall had taken alot out of him. So much that when he lashed out he barely phased the other man.
He was scared. No one would hear him if he yelled. Kasalith was resting soundlessly in infirmary. Even if she heard his cries she would be too weak to fly to him. He was on his own.
"L'yst, you don't want to do this. Not like this," he said, his voice soft in an effort to soothe the other man away. He gripped his forearms, squeezing them as tightly as he could in order to pry his hands away. "Please st--stop," he cried as his trousers were ripped to shreds.
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Oct 10, 2010 13:23:15 GMT -5
"L'yst, you don't want to do this. Not like this,"
L'yst, whose drunken instincts had all but taken off, heard the words, but didn't heed them. It was a trick, he told himself. He did want this, he'd always wanted this. He saw before him an object of his desires, nothing more. He was blind to his own actions and even to the result of those actions.
L'yst, who had managed to remove any barriers between them both, though he couldn't recall how exactly that had happened, shook his head in confusion. Why would he not want to do this? This was what he wanted wasn't it? To forget all his troubles...yes, it was. He pushed forward, not heeding the voice in his head.
"Please st--stop,"
Yet, suddenly, some flicker of recognition passed across his face.
The true L'yst had broken free from the drunken confusion if only for a moment. "S'ren?" He asked, as though realizing for the first time who was in the room with him. L'yst backed off just enough that S'ren would have been free to slip away.
His head dropped to his chest and he swayed on the spot. He saw for that split second what he'd begun between them. The look of pure shock that he turned towards S'ren faded just as the room seemed to fade around him. Blackness enveloped him and L'yst crumbled to the stone floor. The drink had won, taking him into a blissful oblivion. Yet reality would be waiting for him once more...what would greet him when he next saw the sun?
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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Oct 10, 2010 14:28:38 GMT -5
Adrenaline surged through his veins as L'yst advanced on him. He was prepared to fight if he had to. He'd never been put in this situation before. Yes, he'd been the target of many cycles of flightlust, but then he'd been willing to give himself to the other person. Now however, he wanted to run away and put as much distance between himself and the intoxicated blue rider as possible.
His words seemed to have finally struck a cord. He felt L'yst grasp on him falter and for a moment he saw a glimmer of the gentle man he knew hidden behind those alcohol hazed eyes. Braced against the stone wall, S'ren could only watch as L'yst swayed, buckled and then collapsed to the ground.
Seconds turned into minutes. He wasn't sure how much time passed....
And then he broke. His entire body shook violently and he let out a shakey cry. His palms pressed firmly against the wall behind him as he slid down onto his knees on the ground. His dark brown hair pooled around his face as he dropped his head to his chest and closed his eyes.
What had just happened? He searched his mind for a feasible explanation and it all came back around to the liquor---and the grief of the threadfall. He could do little about how L'yst felt, but the alcohol could be dealt with.
His conscience told him to leave the room, to let the blue rider lay there in his own filth for the duration of the night. He wanted to. Lord knew he did, but he had to push his own hateful feelings aside, if only for the moment. L'yst was better than this man he met tonight. If he knew nothing else he knew that fact to be true.
When his legs had stopped trembling S'ren gathered what was left of his clothing and crawled toward L'yst, peering down into his face. He hoped he would sleep through the night. The Weyr wouldn't be able to handle him if he started to wander around.
And that's not your problem, Soren He tried to convince himself as he stood up. He barely knew this man. Then why did he feel the need to take care of him?
It took a few minutes, but soon he had tossed all of the bottles of liquor out of the Weyr. He stood on Woreth's perch with the last half empty bottle in his hands. Eyes trained on the amber fluid, he turned up his nose in disgust and tossed that over the edge of the Weyr too. Someone would find it in the morning, but again, that wasn't his problem.
He returned to L'yst and, taking both his hands, drug him toward Woreth. He managed to tuck him near the large blue's tail without disturbing either of them. Grabbing a blanket he drapped it over L'yst's sleeping form.
There. He was done with him. He could return to his weyr and forget that this night ever happened. He stared long and hard at his lover, at his face that now looked innocent and sweet. Would he remember this in the morning? Would he remember that he had come to his side and that he had tried to take advantage of him? A part of him wanted him to not remember, but then their already strained relationship would be tested once again. No, he didn't want him to regret anything about tonight.
Yet, he would remember...Was he strong enough to look past it all?
S'ren left the weyr without looking back. Three minutes later he lay within his own, his torn riding leathers bundled in a corner where he wouldn't see them when he awakened. Morning would come and a new day would begin. He'd worry about everything then. For now he needed to rest and clear his head.
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Oct 10, 2010 15:36:15 GMT -5
The pounding in his head felt as though the Master Stonecutter was working right beside him. With a groan, L'yst opened his eyes many hours after S'ren had departed. Instantly he shield them against the light.
Cradling his head in his heads he waited until the room stilled and he didn't feel as though he was going to wretch all over the place. Squinting first one eye and then the other, L'yst finally managed to take in his surroundings.
He was in his weyr. He was warm. His hands skimmed over the soft hide of Woreth. How had he ended up here? The last thing he remembered was going to get a drink from the hall to try and wash away the sorrow and sadness he'd felt. His heart seemed to constrict as he recalled the sight of his weyrlings returning battered, bruised, broken and even /between/ from the Threadfall.
Taking a steadying breath, L'yst told himself that he would never, [/i]never[/i] drink like that again! His whole body seemed to be in turmoil. Food would help, he thought. Pushing away from Woreth, L'yst stood, unsteadily. The blanket that had been draped over him, slithered to the ground.
He stared at himself, standing in the buff. He blinked, confused. Now, why didn't he recall that. Normally, when he joined Woreth for a sleep, he chose something that would protect his skin. Running a hand through his already disheveled hair, L'yst staggered to the small water basin he kept in his weyr.
Splashing the water onto his face, he hung his head over the bowl. What in the blazes of all the shards on Pern had happened last night!?! Why couldn't he remember anything?
Woreth stirred. His eyes turned almost instantly to gaze as his lifemate.
You are troubled mine. Even Woreth's voice was solemn this morn.
"We lost many good riders and their dragons yesterday. Of course I'm troubled," his words came out almost angry. He regretted them instantly. "I'm sorry, Woreth. Please don't ever let me drink another sip of that disgusting liquor again. No matter what."
I would not have let you, had I known what it would do to you.
L'yst stumbled about his room, noting his clothes strewn on the floor. He picked them up and tossed them into a corner. His hands rested on another piece of a garment. He blinked at it in confusion. It was not his. That much he knew, but then, whose was it? He looked down at his own form once again. Had someone been here last night? Had something happened? Why couldn't he remember?
"Woreth was someone else here last night?"
I do not recall mine. I slept. You cannot remember because you drank too much of that strange drink.
L'yst frowned. He threw the clothing piece into the pile with his other things. He'd figure out what happened later. Right now, all he wanted was something to dull the pounding in his head and make him forget the hurt that seemed to thrum inside his soul.
H'trhall and Bernith. Their names seemed to fill his entire being. L'yst felt an intense weight of agony and sorrow wash over him.
Woreth crooned from the corner at his rider, trying to dispel the dark shadows he sensed in L'yst's mind. He hung his head, burying deep in his hands, as the loss finally hit him. L'yst wept for the young lives and the old lives that had been lost.
He didn't know how long he'd been there, caught up in the sea of despair that had taken over, but the next thing he knew the sun was shining brighter than it had been before. L'yst was lying on his bed. He must have dozed off once more. His head still ached, his stomach protested, but still he didn't move.
Mine, came the somewhat relieved sounding voice of Woreth. I need to eat. I did not want to leave you. I'll return.
L'yst could hear the worry in Woreth's voice, but he didn't know how to soothe his blue. He didn't even know how to soothe himself at the moment.
Rising, he rummaged around the weyr, procuring some clothing for himself. He'd call for some klah and whatever the kitchens had. It didn't matter. As he bent to lack up his boots, his eyes rested on a tiny metallic object. Reaching down, he scooped up the charm.
Turning it over in his hand, L'yst saw the tiny dragon crafted so beautifully out of the gold. The name emblazoned was hard to decipher. Was that an H or a K?. L'yst knew he'd seen this charm before, but when? His thoughts slipped back to a day, many months ago. The queen's flight. S'ren. Had S'ren been here last night or had this charm been lost long before them?
Woreth, can you ask Kasalith if S'ren came here last night?
L'yst waited for the reply.
She does not answer me.
L'yst frowned. Tucking the small charm into a pocket in his jacket, he rose. He knew he'd have to face the day sooner or later. Even though his heart was heavy, L'yst made his way down the inside steps and out of his weyr with no recollection of what had transpired after the Threadfall.
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