An Unfinished Farewell

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 6th August 2014

Characters: J'ackt, Saibra
Description: Saibra runs into Jenackt for the first time since their troubled good-bye.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 7 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned; Cyradis, Sh'del

Notes: Takes place _before_ the hatching post.

J'ackt

Saibra

Seeing Cyradis and being able to talk with a fellow Weyrwoman had been
theraputic for Saibra. She now felt as though she could return to
Dragonsfall with a little more pep in her step. She really did want to
fit in at her new Weyr and be a Weyrwoman that the people would be
proud of.... That was going to require some changes on her behalf. She
could not realistically expect the entire Weyr to change to suit her.

Chioneth was enjoying the warm sun at Dolphin Cove, stretched out on a
large set of boulders near the Feeding Pens. Saibra walked to where
she lay, her eyes taking in the familiar landscape with nostalgia.
She'd come back in a heartbeat, but her duty required her at
Dragonsfall.

**Are you ready to head back?**

}:Quite. I told Nirreth we would not be gone long.:{ Chioneth
answered. The gold was at least very pleased with her bronze mate. And
Saibra, for that matter, was very pleased with G'nir, he was a good
Weyrleader.

It wasn't hard to recognize the gold now sunning herself. Jenackt put
away his practice sword and stared for a long moment at Chioneth. So,
she was back. There was an immediate churning in his gut. Why was she
here? Was she coming back? There was a moment of happiness at the
thought, before he shook it away. He still wanted to be mad at her,
but understood why she had done what she had. But shards...he wanted
to talk to her. She always made everything make sense.

>From a distance, he saw the dark head and the sight alone made up his
mind. He grabbed his shirt, slid under the fence and at a fast walk,
approached Chioneth with determination on his face. Without a sound,
he came near the gold, looked up at her with a nod and then turned his
gaze to Saibra's back. "Hurrying away?"

The voice made her freeze, and a sharp pang twisted in her chest. She
turned and when her eyes fell on Jenackt she felt that telltale hunger
beginning to blossom. "Well, I didn't figure I had a reason to hang
around." The wind lifted her long black hair which she had not taken
time to braid or put up in her haste to bring Cyradis snow cream
before it melted.

He just looked at her for a moment, flinging his shirt over his
shoulder and crossing his arms over his chest. He then looked away and
spoke softly. "I wish you'd told me, but I understand why you didn't."

Saibra raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?" She was surprised to find
that some of his anger was gone.

He shrugged a bit. "Not much chance of me being a decent Da'. Don't
know much 'bout families. Guess you and Saidrene knew that better than
me." Jenackt looked back at her. "Had to protect your girl, I get
that."

"You have the potential to be a great father someday, Jenackt, but
right now you have other things to focus on." Saibra felt that she had
not only been protecting Saidrene, but Jenackt as well.

"Nah. I'm no Da. Too much like mine, I guess. Don't want to pass that
on." A half-smile twisted his lips, and it held no real humor. "Focus
on what? Been suspended. Might Stand this time if Sh'del decides to
let me." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Miss having you here to
talk to though. To be around. Miss Saidrene too, but well...that fish
is floating.

"Yes, well, she is still not talking to me either. I think she likes
to pretend that I don't exist." The Dragonsfall Weyrwoman shrugged,
not that she could blame Saidrene, "I have missed you too, Jenackt.
How did you end up suspended?" She had never heard of Candidates being
"suspended."

"Told Sh'del I wasn't going to protect some kid he thought needed
protecting. Don't do that. Seems I have a bit of an attitude problem,
he says." That brought more of a smile, but not quite as there could
have been. He looked at Chioneth and then back at Saibra. "You have to
leave?"

Saibra hesitated as she glanced back to Chioneth. She was a Senior
Weyrwoman now, she had a reputation and an image to think of, she
represented an entire Weyr.

}:Go on.:{ The gold said with a long-suffering sigh. If she could have
the Queen would have rolled her eyes.

"I don't have to go right now." Saibra said, turning back to look at Jenackt.

He stepped a little closer, coming face to face with her, the woman
who had taught him so much. "So you can stay just a bit? Keep me a
company?"

Saibra licked her lips, unable to fathom why her heart was suddenly
pounding in her chest, "Yes, I could do that."

He knew that they were most likely being looked at by others, but
still he reached to take her hand, eyes on her mouth. Jenackt's voice
was bit huskier. "For how long?"

"Long enough," was her reply as her fingers linked with his. "We never
did get to finish our goodbye, after all."

Jenackt's mouth lifted in a wry smile. "Wasn't thinking just that.
Just company." He tilted his head, his hair falling over his brow.
"But finishing our good bye...yeah...I'd like that." He tugged her a
bit closer. "Think I'd get in more trouble if I just kissed you in
front of everyone?"

"I don't see why. I'm not your Weyrwoman Second any more. I'm just a
visiting goldrider." Although she couldn't say the same for herself
should word travel back to Dragonsfall.

He flashed a smile, let go of her hand, slid his arm around her waist
and pressed his lips to hers in a long, deep and slow kiss. He didn't
care who was watching or who might have something to say or what their
opinions might have been. "Screw the bloody fecking rules." He spoke
against her mouth and tugged her firmly against him.

Saibra smiled against his lips. Ah yes, that was why she liked him so
much. He didn't care about the rules, or about what others thought. If
it felt right, he did it. She missed that sort of carelessness. Her
fingers glided over the bare skin of his chest as she returned the kiss.

He slowly pulled his mouth away, her lower lip sliding gently through
his teeth. "Shaffit, you don't have a weyr. I don't have privacy
either." He turned to look at her and then looked around. "Flight
room." He grabbed her hand and flashed a grin, waggling his brows.
"Want to start rumors with me?"

She returned his grin and followed him, "Why not? If they are going to
talk about you any way we might as well make it something worth
while."

"Let them talk." Jenackt broke into a jog towards the flight rooms.

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