Secrets Come Out

Writers: Suzee, Miriah
Date Posted: 4th August 2013

Characters: D'hol, Cyradis
Description: Another confrontation reveals secrets on both sides
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 28 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Jeyme (not by name), Qorri, Meledei

D'hol

Cyradis

A long evening with a young, very attractive woman could definitely
put any man, even D'hol, in a pleasant mood. As he sat in his office,
he kicked his feet up on his desk and leaned back, a pleased smile on
his face at the memories. Work was momentarily forgotten as he closed
his eyes, stretching and putting both hands behind his head. It had
been well worth it...

"Well it's been a long time since I've seen that expression on your
face," Cyradis rich contralto said from the doorway to his office. She
recognized that look and knew exactly what would have caused it.

The sudden, familiar voice nearly had the effect of utterly
evaporating his amicable mood, but not completely. One eye opened to
peer at the Weyrwoman and his brow arched. "And?" His eye closed
again, one foot crossing over the other on his desk. "Unless this is
Weyr business, Cyradis, do me the courtesy of taking yourself
elsewhere."

"Mmhmm," she mused. "I can't think of a single reason other than Weyr
business for me to be standing in your doorway Wingleader. But I'll
take your request under advisement."

Giving a sigh of irritation, D'hol sat up, kicking his feet off of his
desk and faced the Weyrwoman. Schooling his face into a mockery of a
polite mask, he inclined his head. "Well, if it's so utterly
important, please, Weyrwoman, continue."

She internally rolled her eyes. Blowing out a breath she started in on
the business at hand. "I'm working on a Weyrwide project. As you know
this place isn't fully powered and it can get very hot in the outer
weyrs. Though you haven't been here yet for the worst of the weather,
I've gotten N'vanik to agree to the upgrades and we have technicians
busily working on getting things wired."

"I'd appreciate it if you'd stop kicking them out of your weyr so you
can do whatever it is you're doing with my weyrlings."

There was a flash of teeth. "I would love to, as long as they'd come
in at a decent hour, say...when I'm not there and do not have a
guest." He paused and his eyes glinted. "Weyrlings?" He rose from his
desk and moved around it, sitting on the edge to face Cyradis with a
wider smile. "My dear Weyrwoman, there's only one and I dare say you
know exactly what I'm doing with her."

"Mmmm," she pressed her lips together and her dark eyes became
midnight pools. "As to that, I'm sure I wouldn't know," she said. "But
I seem to recall a certain bronzrider's revulsion for untried female
fumbling." They both knew she was quoting him from an earlier time in
their life.

He snorted and kept his smile. If anything, it grew slightly wider and
more vulpine. "I've learned that there is some good to be had in
teaching." He leaned back slightly and his brow tilted up. "But if I
didn't know better, Cyradis, you sound a tad jealous." He crossed his
arms and stood, daring to approach her. "But we both know that isn't
the case, right?"

"Jealous? Hardly," she shook her head though the barb did sting just a
little. Why was she interested at all in his nocturnal activities? She
told herself it was in the interest of the girl, but was it? "Look,"
she said. "I'm just here to make sure you know the technicians need to
work and you must work around them. They'll be out of your hair soon
enough."

"Oh, I don't think so. You could have sent Meledei or even Qorri with
that request instead of coming yourself." He took a step closer until
he was standing right in front of her. "No, you wanted me to know that
you personally disapproved of who I had in my furs." Maybe it was
because of his antagonistic mood, or maybe it was to drive his point
home, but he didn't stop himself from suddenly pulling her close and
capturing her lips with his.

He had meant it to be brief and punishing, but the moment her lips
touched his own, his carefully constructed shell cracked. Hands cupped
her cheeks lightly and the kiss was tender, pained and bordered on
desperate.

Maybe there was truth in his words but before she could do or say
anything he'd pulled her small frame to him. At first she pushed at
his shoulders in self defense but the crushing steel she'd expected
didn't materialize. Instead the kiss was soft, the kind that had taken
her breath away many times. She kissed him back with a small sigh.

Home. He was home. That was the only thought in his mind as his hands
cupped her cheeks, then slid into her hair as he gave a soft groan at
her response. "Cy..." For a moment the kiss deepened, frantic in his
sudden desire to taste her and experience her again. He pulled away to
stare down at her face and there was a softness in his eyes as his
thumb trailed over her cheekbone. But just as quickly, reality slapped
him and the softness vanished as he spun away with a hoarse curse. He
scrubbed a hand over his face, his back to her as he bent to hold on
to his desk, fingers clenching in the hides on his desk.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and followed him to the desk. "I'm sorry,"
she put a hand on his back. "D'hol, I never meant to hurt you and I'm
so very sorry."

He jerked away from her touch immediately and his hand curled into a
fist on his desk. There was a low bitter laugh. "Sorry? For what? I'm
incapable of feeling anything for you to be sorry for, remember?" He
flung her words back at her with venom. His jaw clenched so tight that
for a moment, it appeared that his teeth would possibly crack under
the strain. "Get out, Cyradis." He closed his eyes. "I won't touch you
like that again. Just..." He slowly straightened, stiff and spoke
softly. "Please leave."

"I was wrong," she said. Fully accepting for the first time how very
much she was to blame for the pain she'd inflicted on him. "I was so
very wrong."

She had the position she'd worked so hard to achieve, happiness with a
good kind man who loved her, so very much to be thankful for but she
had done this man a great wrong. "I'm sorry," she said once more as
she wiped her palms on her skirt. She turned to leave, but paused with
her hand on the door frame. "She's yours you know... Kielya."

D'hol went still with shock; the moments that had rattled him just
before now blew away with the arrival of that bit of information. He
turned and was faced with an empty doorway. A daughter. He had a
daughter...

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