Out With The Old|

[elainsie]

Gelian's things had remained untouched in J'ran's Weyr since her death, a fine layer of dust on her clothes, hairbush and jewlery. He had no use for them, and looking at them brought back painful memories. As far as he had come lately he doubted whether he would actually be able to physically pick them up and remove them, and even if he did what would he do with all her things? He could not throw them out, that was too ruthless, but he had to remove them and get on with healing.

And then there was the baby clothes and the crib. He sighed massaging his temples at the thought. The crib had been a fine work of art, Gelian having drawn up the design and then got it comissioned with a woodcrafter. The unused clothes were also beautiful, his weyrmate having made most of them herself, and those that were not her own work had been given to her by her best friend Nocia.

It had been quite a while since he had seen the Spring Rider, in fact he could not recall their last meeting, no doubt sometime before Gelian's death. While Nocia and Gelian had been the good friends, J'ran had gotten along well enough with Nocia. And the calm, friendly rider would surely know what to do with all of Gelian's personal items. Perhaps he should invite the Spring rider around?

But then again the other woman's mere presence would only make his own weyrmate's abscence that much more apparent. He now socialised and went out with friends, but he felt more comfortable around those who had known Gelian either not at all or only vaguely.

Ask the Spring rider to come around, she is nice and I am sure she would not mind helping.Minimeth suggested. The bronze dragon had been pleased to see the progress in J'ran since his talk with the other bronze by the river, but there was still along way to go.

J'ran sat down on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the fur neatly folded at the end and then nodded to himself. Alright then please inform her Spring that if she is free and wishes, I would like her to come here. Don't mention Gelian's things though, I'll do that in person when she gets here.
Mosyth, Mine wishes to know if Yours is available and able to come to our weyr. It would please me greatly if you came along with her as well if she could make it. The great bronze bespoke the smaller Spring as he lounged upon his weyr couch.

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Mosyth stretched on her ledge. The leaves were falling and she wanted to chase them like a Weyrling dragon, but she couldn't. Or could she? There were no Weyrlings to teach, something that displeased the Spring very much. So there was no-one to think she was a silly creature for chasing the leaves. Just as Mosyth had decided to go chase leaves, Minimeth called to her. She listened to what he said before contacting her rider.

My Nocia, Minimeth says that we should go see him and his. His has things that are no longer needed and wants to meet with you about their disposal. I miss Lillith.

We will come Minimeth. Just give us a moment to get ready. Mine is sad though.

Nocia sighed. Mosyth had just reminded her of her friend, but they could not mourn forever. Life had to go on. She swallowed hard and swung up onto Mosyth who took off and flew slowly to J'ran's weyr. Nocia dismounted from the Spring who nuzzled her rider before letting Nocia continue into the weyr.

"J'ran, I'm here," Nocia called into the weyr, her voice almost cracking with sorrow as she remembered the times she'd been in this weyr with Gelian. Her eyes filled with tears that threatened to blind her and only her own willpower allowed her to keep walking.

[elainsie]

Thank you Mosyth, and I thank Yours as well. It is good for J'ran to have company,Minimeth replied, glad for the Spring's quick repsonse and her rider's assent to come to their Weyr. As the Spring landed on his ledge the great Bronze rose standing well back from the edge to give the Spring room, and dipped his head in acknowldegment of their arrival. He is in the sleeping quarters, Minimeth's deep tone penetrated Nocia's thoughts, as he urged the woman onwards to his rider.[/i][/color]

I am sorry to hear Yours is sad,Minimeth responded, turning to the smaller Spring. Mine is also distraught, though he seems a little better these days. Perhaps together Yours and Mine will be able to heal. It seems such a long time since I have seen you, Mosyth.The bronze's voice was laced with sorrow, his head hung low. Like the Spring, he also missed Lillith. The Ruby dragon had been an entertaining companion and while Minimeth had not succumbed to the overwhelming grief that J'ran had, there was rarely a day that went passed that his thoughts did not return to the Ruby who had been his weyrmate. And yet their had not been much chance to mourn her loss, he had had to be the strong one, supporting J'ran and coaxing him to participate in life again, preventing him from retreating into that dark place that beckoned the bronze rider. It had not been easy, not in the least, but neither would Minimeth have shirked such a task. For as long as J'ran was forlorn, Minimeth could not be truly happy.

J'rans's head rose from his silent contemplations as he heard the melodious voice of Nocia, a faint smile gracing his face. How often had he been in such a spot, and heard the familiar voice call out in welcome? And yet something was off with the tone, it lacked some of the Spring riders usual brightness, it wavered where before it had held strong and true. J'ran waited for Nocia to enter the room, standing up from the bed, and resting against the end post. "I'm glad you could come, Nocia. And I thank you for doing so promptly. I hope I did not disturb you?" He looked across at the Spring rider, his blood shot eyes meeting her own. "How have you been?" J'ran asked quietly, his voice barely reaching to the edges of the room. [/size]