Almost the Same

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 24th September 2015

Characters: Saibra, Sezian
Description: Saibra meets someone who looks very familiar.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 1 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Gelira

Saibra

Sezian gathered his things from the creche as the last child left his
small classroom. He allowed himself a small smile as the youngest
child waved goodbye at him and slid his way into the corridor outside
of the creche. He had to admit that he enjoyed teaching the young
children. Their minds were so open, so honest, that it was difficult
not to find himself growing attached to the rambunctious group. Coming
to the Weyr, he decided, was one of the better decisions he had made,
despite the circumstances behind it.

The Weyrwoman was also in the corridor outside of the creche, carrying
Kaibren's knitted cap in one hand as she went. He'd "forgotten" it
again in her weyr, and even though he insisted that it was "warm
enough" to go without it, Saibra thought differently. For the entirety
of Kaibren's life they had lived in a warm climate, and now that
Dragonsfall was finally beginning to thaw a bit, the youngster was
wanting to dress a bit more like his new friends who'd grown up at the
wintery Weyr. She knew that Kaibren was getting close to the age where
being seen with his mother was embarrassing, but she had survived the
rolling eyes and short-temper with Saidrene, she figured she could
manage it with Kaibren too.

"Pardon me." She murmured in advance as she skirted past a man in the
hallway. Glancing up briefly, Saibra came to an abrupt halt as she
took in a better look at the man. Piercing eyes, strong jaw, dark
hair.... **Z'an?** If she wasn't certain that the brownrider was
dead.... **This man could be his ghost.**

Realizing that she was gawking, Saibra cleared her throat, and wrung
Kaibren's cap in her hands, "My apologies. You just... look like
someone I knew."

The moment she started gaping at him, Sezian knew. It had happened
before when he had first arrived, more than once. A flash of pain
flickered across his eyes, but then they became understanding. He
glanced at her knots, and then it was certain. He knew the Weyrwoman
came from Dolphin's Cove, where Z'an had been; she'd probably known
him. "I'm not Z'an." His voice was soft, deeper than Z'an's had been,
but held the same musical tone to it. He held out his hand. "I'm
Sezian. Z'an was my brother."

Saibra made to extend her hand, and then grew flustered when she
realized she was holding Kaibren's cap in it. "Of course you're not."
She crammed the knit hat into her left hand, freeing up her right hand
as she took Sezian's. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sezian. I'm
Saibra. I knew your brother while I was at Dolphin Cove, but I guess I
didn't recall him mentioning a sibling at Dragonsfall."

A wry, but slightly sad smile twisted his mouth. "I'm not surprised.
We didn't get to see each other much." He released her hand and just
looked at her. "And don't feel bad, you're not the first one to think
I was him here. This is where he Impressed. My parents and I came to
help Gelira with Gelzan."

"That is very kind of you, I am sure Gelira will appreciate that
greatly." Although in reality, Saibra wasn't sure what sort of "help"
Gelira would need since the child would be fostered into the creche
like any other dragonrider's child. Still, having the emotional
support of the child's father was helpful, Saibra knew that first hand
from when she had lost K'fel.

"She does. My mother is fostering my nephew for her." His eyes didn't
slide over her like Z'an's had, nor did he overtly flirt. He was more
contained, more reserved than his elder brother had been and it
showed. If he had Z'an's zest for life, it didn't show at the present.
There was a pause, his hands stroking his knuckles. "Were you and Z'an
close?"

Saibra considered the man's question. She and Z'an had been friends
who occasionally slept together. She had grieved for him when he died.
She'd had that strange dream about him where she had promised him to
make sure that Gelira was taken care of... Did that make them "close"?

"Yes, you could say that."

He tilted his head for a moment, then his brows rose. He knew his
brother well enough to catch the meaning. "Ah." He nodded.

Of course, Saibra was far too weyrbred to be embarrassed at all.
"Yes." The corners of her mouth twitched upward. "How are you settling
into Dragonsfall?"

Sezian gave a slight shrug. "It's been difficult. Like you, many have
mistaken me for Z'an and he had quite a few friends." It had been an
emotional few months. "I do look a great deal like him."

"Were you prepared for the wet and cold then?" She asked.

"Shards, no. I hate the weather." Sezian was emphatic about his
distaste for the weather. "I spend most of my time indoors, so that
helps at least."

The Weyrwoman's eyebrows raised slightly and she smiled, "Something we
have in common then. If you would ever like to take a break to a nice,
warm beach let me know. I try to make it out of the Weyr to somewhere
nice at least once a fortnight."

Sezian took in the woman's smile and finally smiled in return. The
smile was a handsome one and though it was more restrained, it echoed
his brother's. "I'd like that. I'd like that a great deal."

"Do you have any plans for the upcoming Restday?" She asked, feeling
more at ease with the man now that the awkward conversation about Z'an
had passed.

"I haven't made any yet." He had planned to just relax in the warmth
of his quarters.

"Then how about I take you out to the beach then?" Saibra offered.

His eyes warmed. "I'd like that."

Last updated on the September 27th 2015

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