What the Rain Says
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Curious
Date Posted: 12th April 2024
Characters: Skyvra
Description: The rain brings back memories that Skyvra is better off without.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 10, day 3 of Turn 11
Skyvra couldn’t stand rainy days. She craved them more than just about anything. They brought her back to life and drove her closer to the verge of insanity in the same breath, and with each sweet fall, she had no idea whether she was headed for peace or madness, only that she would reach her destination one day. That much was as inevitable as thread’s fall and the ocean’s rise.
To ignore the rainfall was impossible, for to hear the rainfall was to hear _her_. The deep rumble of her voice, the electric current of her mind, the refreshing scent of water and air â€" Lorinyth had been a storm of a dragon. And when the clouds covered the sky to envelop Barrier Lake Weyrhold in a storm of its own, it felt like she was back with her, if only for a little while. For a few brief moments, between the pitter-patter of rain and the occasional crack of thunder, she could almost hear her once more.
But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t, no matter how hard she searched. Lorinyth wasn’t there and she never would be again, and Skyvra couldn’t afford to entertain the delusion, lest she lose what little was left of herself. So she tried her best to ignore the rain, impossible though it was. She kept an eye on the weather reports. When she heard that there was a stormy day ahead, she made sure to get herself extra work in the infirmary; sometimes with dragons, often without. For all that dragons were all that were left to tether her to reality, there were times when it simply hurt too much to be around them. Fortunately, there was always busy work for an apprentice dragonhealer to do.
An apprentice. That was all Skyvra would ever be, now that she had no bond to call her own. Time would pass and she would change and apprentices would walk the tables while she remained an eternal stasis. Skyvra could not tell herself that she was okay with it. Oh, she told herself a million little lies every day, just for the sake of making it through, but that was not one that even she could swallow. Rather, it was something that she had to come to terms with, a facet of reality that she knew she was helpless to change, just like every other immovable shard.
Besides, many of the other candidates were young, bright kids. They did not know of her tragedy. She did not _want_ them to know about it. Better for them to think that she was an unfortunate woman who had never found her bond and allow them to continue to move around her with ease. For the alternative, the inevitability that she seemed to face every time someone learned who she once was, was everyone she touched coming to carry the same unyielding weight that rested on her shoulders.
Sometimes that weight threatened to crush her down. Sometimes that weight sounded like thunder, smelled of rain, and offered to whisk her off to a reality where she could pretend that she was whole once more.
The rain fell.
Skyvra paid it no mind.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard a whisper of, }: Skv… I… lo… :{
She told herself that she heard nothing at all.
Nothing but the rain.
Last updated on the April 18th 2024