Not Ready Yet

Writers: AL, Chelle
Date Posted: 2nd April 2011

Characters: Rhosyn, Briata
Description: Rhosyn and Briata have a conversation that leaves the younger woman maudlin.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 1, day 8 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: N'vanik, Angshel, Y'gel, Im're

Briata

It had been a pleasant visit. Those that had taken hits during Threadfall
seemed to be healing well, which was what Briata liked to hear. It was nice
to see them healing rather than just coming into the infirmary, bleeding,
crying in pain. To see them more relaxed, their wounds knitting and their
spirits better helped Briata herself feel better.

But all visits must come to an end. Briata made her rounds and said her
goodbyes to the dragons, giving them each one last scritch upon their
eyeridges before turning to make her way out of the dragon infirmary and
back to the Weyr proper.

The morning had been full of going to see about the old and injured. Rhosyn
had followed up with the Headwoman to make sure all of them had what they
needed. Now, she was ready to rest. Sitting by the beach or in her bathing
pool was sounding better by the minute. Walking across the Bowl, she saw
Briata come from the dragonhealing weyrs and she became curious. And then it
struck her that the young woman was probably doing what she asked. "I wonder
how the boy is doing," she murmured to herself as she kept going, sure to
cross paths with the younger woman.

It was difficult to miss the Weyrwoman, especially when she was walking
right into one's eyesight. Everyone knew who she was, though Briata had
never seen her so...unclothed before. She still was not used to the
skimpiness of the swimming clothing, no matter how more convenient it was.
But she said nothing, opting for, instead, a polite smile and nod. "Good day
to you, Weyrwoman Rhosyn."

"Afternoon Briata, I see you've not been weaving eh?" Rhosyn stopped, the
sun warming her skin. She was finally getting used to the heat, though it
still wasn't her first choice.

"I have been weaving." Briata corrected gently as she let her glance drift
back toward the dragon infirmary. "But I've been helping out at the
infirmary during Threadfall. I was just...visiting some of the patients."
Her
gaze returned to Rhosyn. No need to ask what the Weyrwoman had been doing!

"How is our boy?" She had been getting reports from Y'gel, but she enjoyed
differing opinions.

Briata didn't need to be told who 'our boy' was. "He's doing well, to be
honest. Better than I feared. He's made friends with a bluerider, Im're...
and I think he'll be good for Angshel." Not that Briata wouldn't try to
continue to help him. He still had a long way to go. "And you, Weyrwoman?
I hope you have been well."

She hadn't spoken to N'vanik since that day. Frowning when the thought came
to her, she looked up. "Busy, but well. I've plenty to keep my mind
occupied, though at the moment I've decided to take a rest." Im're, that was
the one that had gotten her lost. She smiled. "I know that bluerider. We'll
see how it goes."

"Yes. We'll see. It is good that you take time to rest. You should make
sure to do so." Perhaps Briata should listen to her own advice, but she
found herself with far too much on her mind to allow herself to stop for long.
"I wish to see you stay in good health."

"So does everyone else, I'll wager. Briata, it's been some time now..." She
didn't speak it intrusively, just curious. She hoped the girl would be
getting some comfort, somewhere. She understood that the holder in Briata
wouldn't allow her to be as free as others. "Have you....?" Her eyes said enough.
If she couldn't get the girl on the Sands, perhaps she could get a candidate
out of her yet.

"Have I what?" Briata thought she knew what the Weyrwoman was trying to
ask, but she preferred that questions be asked straight forward rather than
assume wrongly about the intent of a person. A slender eyebrow arched
upward, silent encouragement for the Weyrwoman to voice her words rather
than let them trail off.

"Have you found yourself a male friend yet? It's been some time and I know
how loneliness can be." Rhosyn frowned, trying not to make herself seem
pitiful.

For a moment Briata was silent. The question was finished and it brought a
tightness to her throat that while it did not visit her as often as it used
to, was still very familiar. "No." She answered finally, her voice soft.
"If you mean one as a romantic interest. I am not interested in finding
someone else."

"Do you mean now or...not ever?" She didn't think life alone forever was a
good choice. Briata might not see it now, but Rhosyn knew how that could be.

"Definitely not now." Briata's face twisted, the idea of even thinking
about somehow replacing B'lamick stirring up tears in her eyes, though she
managed to hold them back and keep them from falling. "It's only been five
months." She managed in a whisper and shook her head. "No. Not now. Maybe
never." How could she ever move on to someone else? B'lamick had been her
life for such a brief time, but so completely, so thoroughly, the hole he
left seem too cavernous to fill.

"It may be hard now, but I don't want to see you waste your life if
something good happened to come along. Can you at least promise that you'll
keep an open mind?" B'lamick hadn't been her first, after all.

The smile Briata offered was devoid of any true warmth, though an attempt
was made for the benefit of the Weyrwoman. "I can not keep any promises
like that. Not now. It's still too fresh." Some might argue otherwise, but
it was for her. "It is the last thing I wish to think about."

"Allright, I'll leave it, but I do hope you find some happiness." Rhosyn
left it at that and then headed over to the lake, determined to relax. She
was through with worrying about everyone else's problems.

Briata watched the woman go and sighed, as much with relief as with the
sadness the woman had stirred. She was glad that conversation was over and
hoped that they didn't visit it again. She wasn't ready to move on. Not
completely. She wasn't ready to let go of B'lamick. Not yet.

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