Dealing with Change

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 25th November 2017

Characters: Jeyme, D'hol
Description: Things don't go so well after Jeyme's flight
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 10 of Turn 9

Jeyme

D'hol

The flight was amazing, Jeyme knew that much without even having to
open her eyes. She also knew who she was laying beside, she'd shared a
bed with D'hol too many times not to know. She was also purposefully
not opening her eyes yet because the bronzerider hadn't stirred and
when he did the spell would be broken. Jeyme had no doubt he would go
back to his frosty demeanor, the one he'd been wearing whenever she
saw him around the Weyr. Right now, laying there tucked against him,
there was no frostiness, but warmth.

Unbeknownst the woman beside him, D'hol had awakened shortly after she
had. He simply hadn't moved, unwilling to speak or interact with his
former weyrmate. He could not fault Yumath for chasing; Quinneth was
far too familiar to him. He just hadn't expected to win over the more
acrobatic blues and smaller browns. Laying next to her however, was
far too familiar; her scent and her warmth were something that he had
wished for during her first Turn away. That entire Turn, he'd not been
able to sleep in his own bed. It wasn't something he wanted to
remember or return to.

With that though, he sat up and turned to let his feet fall to the
floor. "Good flight. Thank you." He bent to pick up his trousers and
rose, pulling them up and over his hips.

Jeyme sighed and pushed herself up on one arm, it seemed the ruse was
over. "Come on, D'hol, can't we at least talk like we know one
another?" She was sure if it were Cyradis he'd have plenty to say.
**Enough of that, you said you'd buried those feelings.** She mentally
scolded herself.

He bent again, picking up his belt and began threading it through his
trousers with calm, but quick precision. "I have nothing to say to you
besides what I just did." His eyes flicked around the small flight
room in search of his shirt. He didn't see it and frowned. "Unless it
involves Dheymin, we have nothing to talk about."

"Don't be a hypocrite, D'hol, that's not like you." Jeyme said, rising
and collecting his shirt. She dangled it between her fingers.

The dangling shirt caught his eye and he finally looked at her. His
eyes met hers for just a brief moment , but any emotion was carefully
hidden. Unfortunately, for anyone who knew him, it would be obvious
that he was putting in effort to remain calm. He took the shirt from
her with a arched brow and pulled it over his head. As he tugged it
down, he sat back on the bed and began pulling his boots on. "You have
no idea what I'm like. You've been gone three Turns. Things change."

Jeyme remained as she was, with no clothes on, hands on her hips, her
eyes never leaving him, "You're right, it's been a while. I've changed
and so have you. Does that mean we can't talk?"

Finally pulling on his other boot, D'hol checked the flight room for
anything he might have left behind. "Unless it's about Dheymin's
needs, then it isn't necessary and it certainly isn't anything that
I'm interested in."

The greenrider laughed derisively, "Ah, I see, so you haven't changed,
D'hol. No matter what you say. You have no problem conversing with
Cyradis, a woman who committed the same crime against you that I did.
It's just me." She reached down and grabbed her boots, not bothering
to put them on because she was headed straight for the bathing pools
anyway. "We'll do things your way then, we always did, didn't we?"
Jeyme backed toward the door and gave him a mock salute. "Wingleader,
excellent flight."

His expression didn't change for an instant, every emotion held back
under iron control that had been so close to breaking only moments
before. He had learned over the past three Turns that losing his
temper or allowing his control to break only served to cause him pain
or heartache in the long run.

Tension instead began twitch in his temple, the only outward sign of
any emotional response. He could not, would not, make himself open to
that deep misery again; not if he wanted to maintain his sanity.
"You're welcome."

Jeyme spun and slipped out the door. "Well, you didn't cry, that's a
start." she said to herself between clenched teeth. Had it been a time
in the past D'hol's words and actions would have brought tears. Not
today, she'd lived another lifetime, it seemed, at Far Island, and
what she'd learned there, what she'd found there, had prepared her for
this time. There was nothing wrong with being angry, A'dan had taught
her that, but that didn't mean she had to let those emotions control
her life. If D'hol wanted to be clipped and formal, fine, she could do
that. She'd learned to have a fulfilling life without him and she knew
how to continue.

It was only his promise to Kielya that kept him from going directly
from the flightrooms to the kitchens to pick up a cask of spirits.
Instead, D'hol allowed himself to utter a blistering curse and take a
deep breath as he battled the urge to drink himself into forgetting
that this day had ever occurred. With another purposefully calming
breath he waited until he could no longer hear her footsteps before he
took his own leave.

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