Reunion

Writers: Heather, Suzee
Date Posted: 10th March 2015

Characters: Cyradis, R'nar, F'tran
Description: Cyradis visits her former Weyr
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr, Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 11, day 18 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: D'hol, Kielya

Cyradis

She'd packed only what she needed for a short visit with her son.
Quite aware the Weyrleaders in the 'weyr that would not be named'
didn't like having her there but she wasn't going to let that prevent
her from at least making contact with him. She'd sent letters of
course yet that wasn't the same thing as being there. Truth be told
she missed Ranar. Even with the strain between them over her
separation from his father.

N'lon had always been very diligent in his parenting of the boys and
it showed in their desire to remain with their father. But since she
had her own transportation in the form of Panitath, there was no
reason not to take a day trip up north. It would be autumn now and the
color would be lovely.

So with all that in mind she lifted the simple bag to attach to her
straps and then made herself comfortable. Giving the picture to her
lifemate, they were soon aloft and a hop /between/ had them circling
into the bowl. An excited greeting from the brown watchrider and she
had permission to land.

Of course the visit of a 'strange' gold always brought people out of
their weyrs. She waved to some she knew and even Brath trumpeted a
welcome along with several other bronzes Panitath knew well.

Cyradis slid down to the ground and smiled as the Weyrlingmaster
greeted her with a big hug. "F'tran," she smiled up at the silver
haired man. And how is Nestenth?"

"Very well Weyrwoman," the big brownrider smiled.

"Is my son around?"

"Yes, he's washing dishes at the moment but he should be along
shortly." F'tran had always liked Cyradis. "Would you like a cup of
klah while you wait?"

"I'd like that," she smiled and walked into the familiar weyrling barracks.

~*~

**"Just do your chores and bide your time. You're a Candidate and will
have to do the work like everyone else."** His father's words echoed
in his mind as Ranar scrubbed at a particularly stubborn piece of
tuber that was scorched onto the inside of a large, cast iron pot.
He'd been standing as a Candidate since he was fourteen, and now three
long Turns later he was still no where closer to Impressing.

N'lon never said it in so many words, but Ranar got the distinct
feeling that his father was disappointed that his son had failed to
Impress after three times on the Sands. He was not only expected to
Impress, but with a bronzerider for a father, and a goldrider for a
mother, he was expected to Impress _well_ with a bronze, or at the
very least a brown. **Maybe one of his new children will make him
proud.** Ranar thought sullenly as he finished with the pot and tossed
it into the rinse water.

Once his pile of dishes were clean, Ranar pulled his apron off and
tossed it aside as he strode out of the kitchens and headed toward the
Candidate Barracks. As he walked he studied his splotchy red hands,
still wrinkled and worn from spending so long scrubbing on that
blasted pot. A familiar gold in the Weyrbowl caught his attention, and
brought a small lift to his spirits.

Switching directions, Ranar headed instead toward the entrance of the
Weyrling Barracks where Panitath was patiently waiting. As he walked
through the door into the Weyrlings' common area, a small smile lifted
the corners of his mouth, "Mom."

"Hello there sonshine," she used the nickname she'd giving him from
birth and held out her arms for a hug. **He's getting big,** she
thought with mild surprise. **Almost as big as his father** but she
also saw so much of herself in his face and bearing. "Wow, you're
getting tall," she said with a smile. "You must have grown an inch
this summer."

"Tall as dad now." The teenager said with pride as he smiled and
hugged his mother. She looked thinner than he remembered, but he
supposed it was because she was still losing the baby weight she'd
gained with her last pregnancy.

"Indeed you are," she smiled. "And just as handsome."

"How is my newest sibling?" He asked after the babe. Between Cyradis
and N'lon and their respective weyrmates, Ranar had a plethora of
brothers and sisters.

"Growing like a weed," she smiled. "Kielya misses you, she wanted to
come but it was D'hol's time with her so, maybe next time."

Ranar nodded, not overly concerned with his half-sister's father, whom
he only knew by Cyradis' brief mentions. Reaching up, the youth
scratched behind his ear for a moment, and then glanced back up at his
mother, "Can we go for walk? I want to... to talk to you about
something."

"Sure," she nodded standing. "I'll see you later," she smiled at
F'tran. Then she put her arm through her son's. "There's a nice spot
in the grove." The grove was a small area to the side of the Weyrbowl
with benches, grass, and a beautiful little brook that fed the
Weyrlake.

It was still a bit unsettling for Ranar to notice how much taller he
was than his mother as they walked side by side. He could remember
being barely as tall as her waist. "Would it be a problem," he began
after that they gotten to the grove, "if I moved to Dolphin Cove?" It
was something he had thought about for a while but had never had the
guts to do until this point.

Cyradis turned a puzzled look up at him. "Of course it would be no
problem if that's what you want. I'd love to have you there Ranar. Is
something wrong here?" F'tran had assured her he'd been doing well
with his work as a Candidate and it was just a matter of time before
he Impressed.

"I just..." He thought of making up something generic, like he was
afraid of never Impressing or something like that, but it just wasn't
true, "I just want to get away from Dad." Ranar turned imploring eyes
on his mother, figuring she, of all people, would understand.

Dark eyes looked deeply into Ranar's and Cyradis nodded. "Alright, go
grab your things for a visit to Dolphin Cove," she smiled. "Only you
and I need to know you won't be coming back anytime soon."

Ranar couldn't believe his mother had acquiesced so quickly, he had
been fully prepared to wadge a lengthy verbal debate, or even beg, to
be taken to Dolphin Cove. The teenager hopped up to do as Cyradis
said, but then spun around and threw his arms around her neck, "Thanks
mom."

Cyradis giggled at the quick hug. How she'd missed both her sons but
Ranar was special. It had broken her heart to leave him here with his
father. But it had been what he wanted at the time. Still, she was
going to enjoy telling N'lon later. A small spark lit her dark eyes as
she strolled back to Panitath.

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