On Edge

Writers: AL, Suzee
Date Posted: 30th June 2013

Characters: Cyradis, Meledei
Description: The Weyrwoman is disturbed.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: D'hol, Tavia

Cyradis

"Well that went well," Cyradis said as she strode into her office
after drills. Her tone said just the opposite as she went straight to
the waiting fresh klah pot Qorri always had waiting and poured herself
a cup. "Want one," she asked the young woman following her.

"No thanks." Meledei liked the occasional cup, but not after drills.
Drinking something hot after getting hot and sweaty herself just
didn't appeal to her. She tugged the gloves off of her hands then sat
down while moving them back and forth. The gloves didn't make the
best fan, but they were better than nothing.

"I don't know what that blue rider was thinking." Panitath was still
grumbling her discontent at the offending blue. "We'll they certainly
won't do_that_ again."

Meledei watched the older goldrider as she continued to wave the
gloves at herself. If she didn't know better, she'd say Panitath was
getting ready to rise. That, of course, was not the case, but
something had set Cyradis on edge. She opened her mouth, then closed
it. Best to let her work off all the steam before she said something
that might make it worse. Of course, even if she waited til Cyradis
calmed down, ti still might set her back off again, but at least there
would be a short break in between.

"Sharding D'hol," she muttered under her breath.

"I thought this was about Tr'don." Meledei raised an eyebrow and the
gloves ceased their slow motion flailing as she leaned forward.
"What's_really_ bugging you Cyradis?"

She stopped and looked at the younger woman. "That obvious eh?"

"Very." Meledei leaned forward and tilted her head to regard the
Weyrwoman. "Why does he rile you like this?"

Cyradis shook her head and sat down. "We have a history," she started.
"I thought I loved him once."

"But not anymore?" Meledei knew that feeling. The thing was, she
hadn't just _thought_ she loved him, she knew she had. That's why it
had hurt so much, and still hurt, though she was certainly better than
she had been.

"Well, at the time I also loved my weyrmate." She shook her head. That
relationship hadn't turned out to be the one she'd thought it was
either. "When I was forced to pick I picked N'lon. D'hol turned on me
and just likes to find ways to... make life hard."

"Oh." Meledei frowned. No, that wasn't a good thing. She couldn't
dislike D'hol, though. To be honest, she kind of understood. "My
father sometimes says that love and hate are two sides of the same
mark. Maybe he's not over you yet." She eyed the older goldrider and
canted her head to study from a different angle. "Maybe you're not
over him?"

Cyradis held up a hand in protest."Trust me, I am very much over him."
She leaned forward, "but that doesn't mean he doesn't know where my
buttons are and he's quite willing to push them."

"Sounds like maybe he's not over you." Meledei thought about arguing
with Cyradis in regards to her statement, then thought better of it.
She really didn't want to annoy the goldrider more than she already
was and it would be easy to do so. "Maybe the reminder of what he's
lost still hurts."

She shook her head and her expression was truly puzzled. "Then why
would he even come here?"

"I don't know why he came here. Maybe you were the reason. Maybe
there were other reasons and he felt like he could handle it but the
realiy was different. I can't really fathom. It just sounds like he
still cares." Men sometimes were funny with that sort of thing.
Meledei of course knew that sometimes men were just funny in general.
Only it wasn't the really funny kind of funny.

For the first time Cyradis felt guarded with Meledei. But she didn't
let that show instead a pleasant mask settled over her features. There
was no reason for her to pollute the younger rider's opinion of the
bronze rider. Their personal issues would just have to remain that...
personal. "I suppose," she smiled. "But I'm very happy with K'deren."

She reached for the hide she'd been recording their drill information
on and made a mark in one slot of the wing. "Maybe if we move him over
here," she indicated a point farther back in the flight and to the
other side, "his arm wouldn't be as affected and he could cover the
green transfers instead of the stone toss. What do you think?

"That's good. I'm glad." Meledei wondered why the sudden change in
subject but she didn't press. The younger goldrider didn't want to
annoy her elder.

"That sounds like it could work. We can see how things go in drills."

Cyradis rubbed her upper lip with a finger as she thought about other
changes that were coming up. "Oh, just so you're aware, we may be
losing Tavia. She told me she's considering a transfer to Dragonsfall
and wanted to take her son with her."

"Why does that not surprise me?" It was not easy to miss the goings
and comings of a certain bronzerider and there was no secret about the
relationship between him and the greenrider. "Not really anything we
can do about it, but thanks for the head's up."

"Well she still needs to pass muster with Hygalia but I really can't
stand in her way." She smiled. "Ok," she said as she shifted things on
her desk to try and find her pen.

"How do we need to arrange this..."

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