Tempers Torn
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: Miriah
Date Posted: 4th August 2013
Characters: D'hol
Description: D'hol reacts to memories and realizations.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 28 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Cyradis
D'hol stared at the bottle in his hands, tightening on the glass until his knuckles whitened and then poured himself a drink. Yumath's eyes whirled a mixture of red and yellow as he watched his rider, attempting to silently comfort him and failing. His rider's emotions, normally so controlled and even had been in a tumult since Panitath's had visited him earlier in the day. The tumult within the man was raging, swirling and begging to erupt with violence. His rider hadn't been in such a state for Turns, the dim memories of that previous time had also involved Panitath's; that much Yumath knew, but the bronze dragon wasn't as daring as to confront the gold over it. The bronze simply could not demand that the gold's rider stay away from his own rider. It simply wasn't done. All he could do was sit and deal with the aftermath.
D'hol tossed back the drink and then lifted the bottle to rest it against his brow. His teeth felt as though they'd crack under the tight clench of his jaw. Why had he done such a fool thing? To touch the woman again, to kiss her and to remember…to have felt as though he had come home, if only for a moment, and then to be faced with the reality that it was all a lie. That simple kiss, that touch, had flared everything he had tried to force down to the surface. And it had only made him far more aware of how much a fool he had been. A lovesick, pathetic fool. And then the last part...a daughter he never knew about.
He was certain he had other children at other weyrs. But the majority of his lovers had been riders and parentage had never been certain for those who did not between in the beginnings of the pregnancies. None of the mothers of his possible children had ever said with certainty that they had been his. But Cyradis had spoken those words with a certainty to them; he didn't doubt her for an instant. It wasn't something she'd even consider lying to him about. He believed her. His mind went to the small child and he could see the resemblance with blinding clarity now that it had been brought to his attention. She was his. And he had never known. The woman he lo...that woman and he had created her. How much had he missed?
Brushing aside the glass, he tilted the bottle to his mouth, gulping down a long mouthful of the fiery liquid. It burned his throat down to his stomach, a harsh self-punishment that he welcomed.
}: You must put it away. It is not a solution. :{ Yumath's voice was quiet. }: It only makes you sick in the morning. :{
D'hol gave a bitter laugh as he wiped his mouth. **I know. But I can forget. Just for a little while. **
}: You will remember in the morning and feel even worse for it. :{
**I don't really care at the moment.** D'hol took another swig and then stared at the bottle.
Yumath sighed heavily and rested his great head near the doorway between his wallow and D'hol's living area and waited.
He didn't have long to wait. The seething emotions now whirling in D'hol's gut merely waited for a crack, one hair line fracture in his weakening self-control. All it took was a single memory. A memory of him swallowing his pride and begging Cyradis to change her mind. Had she known then? Had she known that she carried his child? Within a moment, emotions erupted explosively.
D'hol rose with a savage snarl and flung the bottle against the side of his weyr, the glass shattering and covering the sound of a choked, angry cry. Voluble curses filled the weyr, the streaming profanities broken by the sudden crack of a wooden chair against the wall. Yumath winced and shifted, his eyes closing tightly at the pain welling from his rider. The pain was finally harshly voiced as D'hol slid to the floor against the wall, broken bits of chair surrounding him. Holding his head in his hands, his fingers clenched in his hair as he took large gulps of air to counter the burning in his eyes.
}:I am here. :{
D'hol lifted red rimmed eyes towards Yumath's wallow and slowly rose, walking with heavy feet towards where the large bronze lay. As he finally leaned against his bronze, allowing some measure of comfort, Yumath curled around him with a baritone croon.
Yumath knew that in the morning, D'hol would silently clean up; he would replace the chairs and continue on as if this night had never occurred. He would steel himself away again, most likely even more than he had been. He would be cool and composed and that emotional wall that had been building for Turns would be thicker and stronger. But for now, the bronze replaced that inner strength with his own. }: I am here. I will always be here. :{
Last updated on the August 7th 2013