Breaking Up is Hard to Do Pt 2

Writers: Chelle
Date Posted: 9th June 2014

Characters: Rhosyn
Description: She contemplates on her feelings and the past rears its ugly head.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 6, day 22 of Turn 7
Notes: Pt 2 of 2; Mentioned: R'enh, Cyradis, Janani, N'vanik, Nisheyl, Talryne

After he left, she sat there for a long time. She had to go back out to
retrieve Nisheyl eventually, but she couldn't face anyone. As he had walked out that door-and so easily
too-he had taken the rest of her heart with him. It was gone and in its place was something she wanted to
stop beating. She tried to will it so, but the inhuman thing wouldn't listen. Her hair covering her
face as she hung her head, Rhosyn cried. She cried for everything she had done and hadn't done. She
cried for him and his loss. She cried for her daughter. And then, she cried as she remembered the loss
of her own father.

~*~

An eight turn old girl with very red hair came following in behind her
brother. Her mother was crying and she didn't know why. She wished she could fix it. Instead, she was shuffled
out of the room and sent to bed. The next days were very quiet and she heard whispers. She tried to
stay with her brother, but it was so hard all the time. There was no papa to hold her and stroke her hair.
Then, on the third day, she was put into a wagon and taken away from the hold. She was taken to a
strange place with strange people and given fosterparents she didn't know and fostersiblings she didn't know.

Rhosyn had been so alone. No one had told her what had happened or why. All
she knew was that she had been given away. She had been tossed aside like rotting compost. Despite her
fear, she had to look out for herself. No one else was going to. Still, at night, she would call out for
her mother and her father. No one ever answered her.

~*~

Feeling very small, she sobbed until she couldn't anymore. When she was
done, she hugged herself and rocked. She had wanted him so much. **I thought he wanted me. I thought he
loved me in his way.** Her eyes had watched, though, watched as he had walked out of her weyr after
saying good luck. He hadn't fought to keep her. **It's always been Talryne. Never me.** Even as the
pieces of her broke apart, some part of her remembered. She was a goldrider of Pern, a Weyrwoman. She was a
creature of worth, even if it was just because of her dragon's hide. **Over so quick. Maybe I've been a fool.** She
had sacrificed so much to give him a daughter. She had done more than so many others, even put her own
queen at risk on a birthing bed. When Janani had left him, she'd been the one to stand by him. She had
smoothed things with Cyradis for him. And this was what she got? **A good luck!?**

Standing up and going to the towels to wipe her face clean, resolved that no
one would ever see her like that, she prepared to go and get her daughter. Nisheyl was hers. Maybe she wasn't
even his. But she would always be hers. She had kept her safe, fed her, warmed her. Suddenly feeling very
possessive, she hurried to go back down to the Hatching feast.

Avoiding R'enh and so many others that would know she was upset by a look
into her face, she reminded herself to nod to guests that smiled her way. Single-mindedly, though, she reached
her child and when she had her, she began to head back to her weyr. Goodbyes were said. Ostensibly, she needed to get
the baby to bed. In reality, though, she was tired of people that never lived up to her expectations. She'd never
give anyone else the chance to leave her again.

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