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Anniversary

Writers: Curious
Date Posted: 19th June 2024

Characters: K'rel, Eidovin
Description: Eidovin pesters K'rel on a bad day.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 26 of Turn 11


‘I love you.’

If K’rel had a mark for every time he had said those words to Kyari, he would be a rich man.

If he had a mark for every time she had said it to him, none would be able to compete with his wealth.

Should he have said it more? Was that where and why things had fallen apart, because he hadn’t been more open with his love for her? Would she have been able to bear the loss of her leg " and with it her threadfighting career " if she had been certain that she would always be able to count on him? Would he still have her by his side if he had been good enough?

“Bronzerider!” an exuberant young voice called, pulling K’rel out of his thoughts. He turned around to see a well-dressed young man in candidate knots racing toward him across the weyrbowl. There was a gleam in his eyes and his smile bore the faintest hint of a smirk.

K’rel knew that he shouldn’t judge.

Kyari would have declared him an arrogant little wherry with a single glance.

“Wingleader,” K’rel corrected, trying not to sound as worn and weary as he felt.

“Right, _Wingleader_,” the young man corrected. He came to a stop a few feet away from him, hands on his hips, looking him up and down appraisingly. “You’re Wingleader K’rel, right? Of Cobalt wing?”

“That’s correct,” K’rel said.

The kid nodded in approval. Like he _wanted_ some kid’s approval, on today of all days.

“I’m Eidovin,” the candidate introduced, without a handshake, without a salute, but with plenty of self-satisfaction.

_And why does he think you need to know that?_ a laughing thought in an all too familiar voice drifted through his head.

Still, K’rel forced a smile and said, “Well-met, Eidovin. Did you need something?”

“Yeah, actually.” Eidovin puffed his chest out a little, like a preening bird, and crossed his arms over his chest. “How did you know that you were going to impress bronze.”

K’rel blinked, not entirely sure what he was hearing. “How did I… know?”

“And when did you decide that you were going to be a Wingleader?” K’rel added. “Do you plan on trying for the Weyrleader position, or are you content where you are?” He paused for a moment before scoffing. “Shards, of course not. You’re a bronzerider, you"”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” K’rel interrupted. “I didn’t go in expecting any specific color, I just stood.”

Eidovin uncrossed his arms, an obnoxious mixture of derision and confusion crossing his face. “You mean you walked in with no plan at all?” he asked. “Just… open arms for whatever green might want to steal you?”

K’rel’s eyes narrowed. “And what is _your_ plan for impression?”

“Well, I"”

“No, actually, I don’t have time,” K’rel said, holding up a hand. “I don’t have time to talk to you right now. If you have questions, you should ask your Weyrlingmaster.”

“But he’s only a _Weyrlingmaster_!” Eidovin squawked.

“He’s _only_ nothing, and if you don’t reevaluate some things, you’ll be lucky to get a dragon at all,” K’rel snapped. “Find someone who will be patient with you and ask them how impression actually works. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have _Wingleader business_.”

K’rel turned on his heel and walked away without giving Eidovin the chnace to say another word.

_You were harsh with him,_ Kyari’s voice whispered.

K’rel closed his eyes. She would have been far harsher.

}: You know, you and her aren’t weyrmates anymore, :{ Zolinth said.

** I’m aware, ** K’rel bitterly relief.

}: So… It can’t be your anniversary anymore, right? :{

K’rel swallowed around the lump in his throat. ** No. It can’t. **

Last updated on the June 24th 2024


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