Ding-Dong, The Bastard's Gone

Writers: Leigh M-F.
Date Posted: 24th August 2016

Characters: A'kua
Description: He thought he'd be happier about this.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 25 of Turn 8

**Hey, A'kua. Thanks for your letter; I'm glad your sister's fitting in so well, and everything else is fine. I wish I had such nice news. Well, I guess me and Harston getting along better is good news, but- then again, you might think it's good news, considering. Gordionne's dead. Falior was visiting him this afternoon for lunch, and Gordionne told him, "I'm tired, Falior. I'd like a nap." So Falior got up to clear the dishes, and when they were washed and put away, he turned around to help Gordionne up. His head was down on the table, and he was gone.

The healers think something burst in his brain because it was so fast and quiet. The hold burned him and scattered the ashes before the fire-lizard you borrowed got here. His headstone's next to Shastia's. I won't tend it like I do hers. Falilor's taking it the hardest, 'course, but he still held it together to distribute your grandsire's belongings to whomever needed 'em.

I won't offer sympathy since you hated him. I guess I'll offer congratulations. I won't miss him either. But hopefully I'll have something nicer to talk about next time. - Bailan.**

Zeiranth poked his head into the weyr. A'kua had been re-reading that bit of hide for nearly ten minutes now. }:Are you okay?:{

The weyrling looked up at him. "I don't know," he said quietly. "One of the most destructive links to my past is gone. Only three're left. I- I thought I'd be happy when I finally heard my grandsire's dead because I hated him so much, but I just feel.... cold."

}:I can't remember why you hate him,:{ Zeiranth ventured after a moment of processing.

A'kua half smiled -the expression was cruel- and pointed to his scarred cheek. "This's just one of many, many reasons."

}:He hit you?:{

"Often. But when he did this, I hit him back. He didn't try it again." A'kua sighed heavily and tore the frail, over-used hide in half, then shredded the pieces. He strode to the ledge, cast the bits into the air, and went to flop on the bed.

}: Do you need me to call someone?:{

"No. I think I'd like to be alone for a little while."

}:You'll miss dinner.:{

"'Sokay. I'm not hungry." A'kua let out a long sigh, and then, Zeiranth felt him smile darkly once again. "I am happy about one thing: He saw us before he bit it. He saw I'm not some worthless bastard like he always claimed. Stick that in your craw and suck it, Grandsire."

Sensing the malicious triumph, coldness, and other feelings that were just as strange, Zeiranth wisely said nothing, and settled down on his ledge to provide his silent support.

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