On the Edge
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: Paula
Date Posted: 9th June 2006
Characters: Rigella, N'mor
Description: Rigella's suicidical behaviour really scares her little brother.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 7 of Turn 3
Rigella was standing on the Weyr plateu, at the very edge of the plateu. Actually, her toes were over the edge, with veeeryyy long drop beneath them. She was staring the landscape, empty look in her eyes, not reacting to the frantic calls from her flit.
Stepping over the edge was a very tempting idea to the young apprentice healer. The nothingness called her. She felt that with her father, she had lost everything that made life worth living. Even her beloved craft didn't bring her any joy. Birigundi's company had brought some comfort but the feeling had been short lived and followed by self-loathing. What kind person she was, using the other one that way, abusing his well known weakness for sex and women? And for what? Just for a moment of forgetness, a moment of feeling loved and comforted. Had it been worth it, was anything worth anything? Dead people felt nothing, no pain, no sorrow, no confusion, no love. Thoughts like that run thru her head. No wonder Fellis Leaf was scared.
Finally the firelizard decided to go for a help.
Naemor was alarmed when Fellis Leaf appeared, shrieking with agitated tone. "What's up, Fellis?" he asked while Ember flew to calm down his clutch-sister. The images the boy received from his sister's firelizard were frightening. "She is not?!" The incredulous beastcrafter apprentice shouted and started running. **Why me? ** Both flits were showing the way for him. When he reached the Weyr plateu, he slowed down to a walk.
"Hi, Rigs, what's up," he greeted but she didn't respond. She didn't even seem to hear him. Naemor approached her slowly, both flits landing on his shoulders. He didn't want to startle her, she was standing awfully close to the edge. And it was very long way down. His heart was in his throat. "You're not planning on anything.radical, are you?" he asked. He looked into her eyes. They were like closed windows. **Nobody's home**, he thought.
He pondered his options. He really couldn't understand her actions. Of course, people reacted to grief different ways and Rigella had always been one to keep things to herself. When Naemor had heard of their father's death, he had cried the first sevenday (there had also been some yelling, cursing and attacks on innocent, inanimate objects) then picked up and went on with his life. Other options never occurred to his mind. So, what one did when his older sister was on verge of .. his brains tried to skip the s-word. Like voicing it, even in his mind, would make it happen. He reached and took her wrist, gently pulling her away from the edge. "Come now, it really can't be that bad. Look, sun's shining and there's dragons on the sky," he was talking to her with the same calming tone he used with frightened beasts.
Surprisingly, she did follow him, without protest, without any outward reaction. "You really should see someone, like weyrhealer or mindhealer." He was leading her away from the edge and towards the stairs down to the Weyr. So, what should he do with her? Take her to the infirmary? Or."Take her to mama. Ma can fix everything." Luckily, their mother was now living in the Weyr too, working as a assistant headwoman. Satisfied he had found a solution, he lead her to their mother's weyr.
Last updated on the June 11th 2006