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Pre-Thread Jitters.

Writers: Leigh M-F.
Date Posted: 16th February 2017

Characters: A'kua
Description: Music helps the weyrling vent once more.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 11 of Turn 8


It was much too early to be awake, but the nightmare that had gradually stopped bothering him thanks to the talk therapy had come back. Of course it would happen now; tomorrow he would fly with Cyan Wing to meet Thread instead of delivering firestone. His drill practice had gone well enough that it was felt he could handle Threadfall again. A'kua had been hesitant, but he'd agreed to it.

Now that he was shaking under his blankets, he wasn't sure anymore. But it was too late to back out, Ancients curse it all. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his face and mentally checking on Zeiranth. The bronze was still snoozing so peacefully that A'kua couldn't even get a flicker of what he might have been dreaming about, which was good. The weyrling pushed the bedding aside and got up, knowing his weyr well enough by now to find his peg-hung gitar in the dim gray lighting and take it to his bed without stubbing a toe or barking a shin on something. A'kua sat, settling the gitar in his lap, and tuned the strings until he had a satisfyingly deep tone. Then, he improvised, singing quietly and letting the echoes from the stone surrounding him give his voice a haunting and haunted quality.

"Tell ya 'bout a dream that I have every night;
Tell ya 'bout a dream that I have every night,
It isn't monochrome, but it isn't very bright,
Makes me feel the fool, even though that's trite.
Though I'm never on my own, there's nobody in sight;
I don't know why, I'm just scared of the fightin'

Tryin' to reach me.
I can't move to the left or the right,
I'm too scared to run, and I'm too weak to fight,
But I don't care, it's all just a bunch of crap to me.

Tell ya 'bout a dream that I had last night;
It's not quiet at all, but I never hear it right.
If ya take me for a fool, then that's your plight.
I can see the way to go, but there isn't any light.
I don't know why, I'm just scared of the fightin'

Tryin' to reach me.
It's helpin' me find what I don't wanna know,
It's leadin' me places I don't wanna go,
But I don't care, it's all just a bunch of crap to me.

Now I babble, I sit here and babble;
Now I babble, I sit here and babble.
I don't care, it's all just a bunch of crap to me.

You're readin' my mind, but won't look in my eyes,
You say I do things I don't realize,
But I don't care, it's all just a bunch of crap to me.

Now I babble, I sit here and babble;
Now I babble, I sit here and babble-

It's lightin' a scene that's faded to black,
And I threw it away 'cause _I don't want it back!_
But _I don't care, it's all just a bunch of crap...._"

The notes rang off the walls and were gone. The tension drained from him on the tail of the gusty breath he released. "I'm gonna need so much klah today," A'kua muttered.

At least he felt better now.

Last updated on the March 2nd 2017


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