For My Sake
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Aaron, Len
Date Posted: 2nd June 2024
Characters: Ç'pier, Sh'del
Description: Ç'pier reports to Sh'del today. R'lor deserves a break every now and then.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 24 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentioned: R’lor, Saedyna
It had been a few days since Ç'pier had been able to work. There had been yet another flaming hurricane, and two days of storms to follow. Then, of course, he had been on the cleanup crews, again. And then, to top it off, there had been more Thread-- another fall where he was the only proper Weyrling ferrying firestone.
If one could call him a proper Weyrling.
But finally, he had been able to resume his ferrying and delivery work, and at last, he was turning in his earnings and asking for the Weyrlingmaster's signature on his receipt. But today, R'lor was having a break. Maybe he was at the forges again, working for fun instead of for duty. Ç'pier did not care all that much. Wherever he was, his second, Sh'del was filling in.
He laid the pouch of marks and the receipt on his desk.
"These are my earnings for Saedyna's restitution, sir," he explained, just in case R'lor was not keeping him up to speed with everything he was doing. "Count it, if you like, and then would you sign this, please?"
Sh’del sighed deeply and gave the weyrling a long look. His narrow blue eyes settled on the pouch before glancing back up to the lad. “Sit down,” he pointed to the chair across from him.
Saedyna was everything that brought out the Weyrlingmaster’s 2nd protective side, she was vulnerable, she had been abused and had fled a terrible situation. Only to run into this…Sh’del gritted his teeth, trying hard not to give the bastard before him a glare. Not for the first time did he curse a dragon's terrible taste in a lifemate.
“How many days of work have you done for this?” He nodded to the uncounted pouch of marks.
Ç'pier nodded and took the seat. He could already tell this was going to be a fun time.
"This is today's haul only, sir," said Ç'pier. He always turned in his marks at the end of every work day.
Stifling a sigh, Sh’del sat up and took the pouch in his large hands. “What all did you do to get this?” R’lor had mentioned that the boy was to work hard to pay the poor girl back. “How’s your brown doing with all this?” Even if he didn’t care for the weyrling, he did care for Yuliuth.
Ç'pier breathed a short laugh through his nose. He could always laugh at how much they cared about Yuliuth and how little they cared about him.
"It's all annotated there on the receipt," he said. "Passengers, packages, parcels. The usual things a Weyrling has to offer. Yuliuth is, as usual, a saint. He does whatever you ask him to do, because he thinks it will save me in the end. Don't tell him otherwise if you want the marks to keep coming."
Sh’del gave him a ‘don’t speak to me in that tone’ look and stood up. He glanced at the receipt and then waved his hand to the boy to stand. “That’s a lot of people on one young brown. I want to take a look at him. Come.” He didn’t wait for C’pier’s response but grabbed his staff and began walking out into the sunlight to take a look at the dragon.
Since Sh'del did not wait for an answer, Ç'pier did not give him one. He merely followed him to go look at Yuliuth, who stood dutifully and rather dignified nearby. Unless one already knew he was Ç'pier's, he doubted anyone would guess who he looked to. When Sh'del approached, Yuliuth bowed his head, respectfully.
Sh’del brought his hand up to give the young brown an affectionate pat on the shoulder. Despite the work C’pier was doing, Yuliuth looked in fine form. *What do you think, Loranth?*
His own, much darker, brown glided in from his perch to land beside the weyrling. }: Mine is worried about you:{ He nuzzled the weyrling.
Yuliuth returned the nuzzle.
}:How might I soothe your worries?:{ he asked.
}: He thinks you’re doing too much and wants to know if you’re feeling any wing strain or back pain:{
}:I don't feel anything like that,:{ said Yuliuth. }:It was my idea to keep going, but if I am doing something wrong, I will ask to stop sooner.:{
Loranth relayed Yuliuth’s words back to his lifemate. Sh’del frowned ever so slightly as he listened to his dragon. He didn’t quite believe the brown’s words but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Yuliuth looked okay.
He looked back at the young weyrling who unnervingly looked like a younger version of himself. “Yuliuth looks fine, lad, but he’s young and wants to do his best for you. I’ll talk to R’lor about it, but I want you to knock off a candlemark of work in the afternoon and let him get more rest.” An idea was tugging around the back of his head. “You got a craft, lad?”
"I was a trader, sir." Ç'pier kept the frustration from him tone and face. It was not as though he had a number to work toward when it came to how many marks he owed Saedyna, but what else did he have to do with his time?
He was not about to mention his brief stint of smith training. He wanted nothing to do with the smithy if that was where Blue was spending time with his new boyfriend.
“Trader, eh? I would have placed you as a Smith.” C’pier had the build to be a Smith. “You still going to the mindhealer?”
"Yes, sir," said Ç'pier. He was impressed that Sh'del had him pegged, though.
“I think…” Sh’del gave C’pier a careful look. “I think it would do you some good to choose a trade. Not as a full time apprenticeship, mind, you won’t have time for that with your classes and all, but…I’ll talk to R’lor…” He didn’t want to step on R’lor’s toes, but putting the lad’s mind and energy into a craft might just help, if anything could. “Personally I’d like to see you go to some Smith’s classes, or Dragonhealing.” He gave Yuliuth one last pat on the shoulder. “Or some Healer classes.”
"Thank you, sir." The last thing Ç'pier wanted was something else to waste his time. But if he even gave the slightest hint that he did not want to do this, he had no doubt R'lor would soon be salivating at the chance to see him do it.
“Okay.” Already a thousand ideas were flying around Sh’del’s mind. He’d talk to R’lor first, but they, the Weyr, needed to heal this boy and turn him into a trusted and"just as importantly"a valued member of the Weyr. “You’re good to go. I’ll give your marks to R’lor when he gets back, and I want you to take the next three days off any work. Your brown"and you"need some rest.”
"Yes, sir." Burn him, why was everyone trying to drag this out?
}:You said yourself that the sentence may never end,:{ said Yuliuth. }:Take the rest for my sake if you cannot take it for yourself.:{
**I'll be taking it regardless, because they've told me I have to. You said yourself you aren't overtired.**
}:I am yet young, aren't I? Perhaps I just don't know what overtired feels like, and I will regret pushing myself later.:{
**You don't have to convince me. The decision is made.** Ç'pier did not understand why everyone was so fixated on making him agree with them when they were getting what they wanted regardless of how he felt about it.
Yuliuth left it alone.
Last updated on the June 7th 2024