Well Done

Writers: Chelle
Date Posted: 1st May 2015

Characters: R'gelen, Arohin, Syngel
Description: He sees his parents at the feast.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 7 of Turn 7
Notes: Notes: Follows Hate Your Guts

After getting away from Rhosyn, Syngel was finally able to spot her son.
She had a brief moment at seeing his curly head after so many months, but
then walked forward and approached him. She had to remember-he was a
weyrling now. He no longer belonged to her or to the crafthall. He was of
the
Weyr. She prayed that it would not influence him like it had her sister. He
couldn't
know about that.

Seeing her and then his father behind her, R'gelen forgot about his letter
and
was surprised to see them there. Shock was replaced by a sort of curious
shyness.
**What are they going to do?** He was still a young boy and his natural
inclination
was to hug his mother but he didn't.

A proud father despite what this change meant, Arohin put his hand out
first.
"Well done son. Well done." He knew it meant his son would probably never
marry.
He would have grandchildren he wouldn't see much until they were grown. They
would have different values than what he had grown up with. If his son
survived
weyrlinghood and Thread.

"Thanks Da. He's great. Sleeping now, but just great." It was hard not to
gush about
the dragonet he'd only met a candlemark ago or so. Already, Iroth was his
life. Still,
this was his father-the man he'd looked up to all his turns-the man who had
kept a
secret from him. He shook the hand and then let it fall. Then he turned to
his mother,
anxious.

"I suppose that means your name is going to change now. No matter." Syngel
shook
her head, trying to wish the changes away. "You're still my boy. Mind your
manners,
keep your ears clean, and remember to make me proud. No foolishness."
Looking down
her nose at him, she was glad he hadn't discovered his independence yet.
"And when
you can, come and see your poor old mother every now and again."

Seeing her soften and realizing they weren't going to condemn him, he rushed
forward
and embraced her. He stayed like that for a bit then pulled back and looked
up at her.
That's when he saw the worry in her eyes. **She's worried I'll shame the
family too. I
know it!** Still, the fact that she wasn't telling him about it was
important. "I will, I promise."

"How's everyone else?" He couldn't help but wonder though he had had letters
from them
at the Hall.

"Oh fine, nothing changes much. Hish might end up apprenticing himself
soon." Arohin
offered that up to put him at ease. Truly their life was one that didn't
vary much except for
the yields. Toil and rest, toil and rest.

For a moment, the weyrling toyed with the idea of announcing to them that he
knew their
secret. He wondered even if his Aunt were here. She probably was. Had his
mother seen her?
**Wonder what she said?** Then he decided it was probably best not to rock
the boat. Things
were fine and he'd be in the weyrling barracks and learning all he could for
the next good while
anyway. They didn't need to know that he knew. "How long are you staying?"

"Not very long really. We traded some tubers for a ride and he's leaving in
a few candlemarks.
We have to get back anyway. Time to dry the seeds." Arohin answered that
question easily enough.
"Thought we might get a bite to eat before going though-besides seeing you."

Syngel realized that goodbye was coming and she tried not to get too upset
before she ran a hand
through R'gelen's hair. "Don't get caught up in everything. Remember who you
are. We love you and
if you need anything, just let us know. You'll do fine." Hugging him again,
she finally let him go and felt
her emotions rushing in. "Go have fun since you have to get back to your
dragon soon."

It was hard saying goodbye since he knew it would be for sometime. He wasn't
alone though. He had
Iroth, after all. "Okay. Safe journeys home. And send me letters?" When he
received a nod and a smile,
he turned to go and looked back once before disappearing in the crowd.

When he was out of earshot, his mother gave a wan smile. "I worry about our
baby. I hope he keeps
his head on straight."

"He'll do fine. The bronze chose him remember? Who knows? I know you hate to
talk about it, but maybe
he'll be a Weyrleader someday. It's in your Blood, Syngel." Seemingly more
complacent about the situation
and his sister-in-law, Arohin didn't want to argue. He was in a good mood.

"We'll see," was all she could think to say as they saw him go out of their
sight. **He's growing up.**
Then, she took her husband's hand and let him lead her to the food.

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