Cyan couldn’t help crying again when he spoke. All she ever did, was try to help people. But Kel either thought that she couldn’t help, or he didn’t want it. Maybe he was right, that she just couldn’t. There was nothing to be done. And that hurt most. She wasn’t anyone. She was a dragon rider of one of the most common dragons on Pern. Perhaps the only thing of note was that she kept getting scars, all without ever getting into a fight. And more scars again when she interacted with Kel.
“I don’t… I can’t stay. I’m sorry. It’s stupid that I can’t give you the right words. Sorry. I’ll…something. I’ll think of something. I’ll find the right words. They’ll get to you.” She brought her palm up to her check to get the tears off, before sniffling. Her nose was running, she couldn’t stop it, so she sniffled again. “Bye Kel.” He had looked away, and she closed her eyes. So very tired, letting the imagined breeze that moved the clouds in her mind all about.
“We can go now.” She spoke quietly and tried to look around for the stern looking woman without seeing her surroundings. She had to focus more on her breathing though.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Mar 5, 2015 12:19:02 GMT -8
Kel opened his mouth, then slid it shut once more. He wanted to hug her, but he didn’t think that would help, even assuming that he wasn’t thrown back against the wall for trying. Although he supposed it was more likely that the wher would stop him before he even reached his friend. His face felt wet, moist, but a couple quick blinks cleared his vision enough to look up one last time.
“Goodbye, Cyan,” he said, watching as she walked away.
It is better, this way.
Kel agreed. Both he and Belegurth agreed that it was better that she never know, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.