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Hail The Conquering Hero; Standalone / Tag Merilla
Topic Started: Jul 18 2015, 09:00 AM (196 Views)
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Al’dai clutched at his cane, struggling to remain standing not because of his wound, but because of the words that Ashtar had just spoken. He blinked once, then again. “What?”

Ashtar surveyed the wingleader with barely contained impatience. “I said, you’re free to move back into your own weyr now. You can clear out of the infirmary. Faranth knows we need the bed space, anyway. No sense having you waste resources here while we coddle you like a weyrbrat.”

Al’dai ignored this tirade, turning to look down the long hallway which he had just walked. His mind was reeling. Move back into my weyr?

Lerouth was triumphant inside his head. You see, he declared proudly, I told you that you would get better!

Al’dai looked down at the cane in his hands. Better… yes, able to walk at least. But not without the aid of this cane. His mouth twisted in displeasure.

“Of course, you’ll still have to come for therapy,” Ashtar said sharply. “And you will have to continue to exercise on your own. I daresay flying will be awkward at first until your body gets used to it once more. But the Weyr needs you back in your position as soon as you are able. We’re pushing a little here, but you’re continuing to heal, so as long as we stay on top of things, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

Al’dai turned these words over, considering. Yes, he was still a Wingleader. Somehow. The sooner he got better, the sooner he and Lerouth could resume flying Falls. That was what they needed to do. Feeling a bit of clarity, even sharpness, now that he had a goal in mind, he inhaled and nodded.

“Very well. Thank you for everything, Ashtar. I will report back once a sevenday for checkups and therapy, and continue to work on my own during the other days.” Embarrassing enough to have to limp up and down the hallways of the Infirmary like some recovering invalid, doing it in the Weyrbowl in plain view of the Weyr’s residents would be ten times worse. He’d have to find a relatively private place to practice.

And then there was the matter of flight. He’d only ridden Lerouth once since originally landing in the Infirmary; it had been during the confrontation with Warryn. And it had been nearly agony. His body was quite unused to the position, and the extensive scar tissue clearly would need to be manipulated if he was going to manage to fly again.

But on that note he was determined. Ashtar could have his walking legs, for all he cared; but he would never get his riding legs. Those belonged to him and Lerouth alone.

“Very well. Off you go, then,” Ashtar replied, before turning to some other business.

Al’dai nodded and swallowed. The walking was easier, gradually. Almost unnoticeably. Perhaps he would continue to get better.

He didn’t have much in his Infirmary quarters, only what was already on his person. So he turned and headed out toward the dragon bay, where Lerouth was waiting proudly, much as he had every day since Al’dai’s internment. A fact that Ashtar constantly complained about. Lerouth was not small, and they didn’t need anybody clogging up the dragon bay. But now they would be off.

The bronze waited eagerly for his approaching rider. Al’dai felt weak; with the cane and a perceptible limp, he was glad that nobody was there to see. Yet Lerouth swelled with pride. They did not win, he said simply, thinking of the bandits and the now-exiled Holdless.

Al’dai had to manage a tight smile at that. No, they most certainly had not. He was hardly the only person bearing scars from that group, but he felt it more personally than many of the Weyrfolk for that reason.

Lerouth lowered himself as close to the ground as he could. Al’dai stood for a moment, staring up at the Bronze, for the first time feeling daunted by his size.

Come, I’ll help you, Lerouth urged.

And so Al’dai mounted Lerouth, clumsily and ineffeciently, but effective nonetheless. It was much harder to struggle up to your dragon’s neck one-handed. He’d have to find a way to manage the cane at times like this.

Then he strapped himself in and leaned against the ridge in front of him. Alright, buddy. I’m all ready. It was uncomfortable to say the least, as his unused tissue and muscle stretched taut.

With more grace than should have been possible for a beast his size, Lerouth turned and edged off the bay ledge, transitioning immediately into a gentle glide. Al’dai grit his teeth at the thrumming of pain running the length of his body, but he did not complain. Lerouth was being exceptionally gentle, and Al’dai was determined to become accustomed to riding once more.

Lerouth glided down gently, touching from thermal to bare air, until he could angle in on his and Al’dai’s weyr. Merilla and Endyrth would have been sharing it alone these past few months. She had visited him almost every day, but Al’dai felt a sudden twanging of sympathy for his weyrmate. Had she been terribly lonely, in this big weyr by herself? Trying to sleep alone every night? He hoped he could make it up to her. He still had a lot to make up to her.

She said she forgives you, remember? Lerouth prompted him as he came in to land. Al’dai didn’t reply, bracing himself instead. Yes, Merilla had forgiven him. But he still had to make up for lost time.

The landing, gentle though it was, was jarring. Al’dai tried not to cry out as a lance of hot pain shot through his left side. When Lerouth had settled, Al’dai felt gingerly at his side. No sign of injury, despite the horrible tearing feeling. He had a lot of work ahead of him, he thought grimly.

Dismounting was even more awkward than mounting Lerouth had been, but he managed anyway, clumsily sliding to the ground on his backside. He then pulled himself to his feet with a muttered curse. “Lerouth, why do I feel so old,” he complained as he leaned gratefully onto his cane.

You are not old, Lerouth said calmly. You must be patient with yourself.

“Yeah, I know,” Al’dai managed, and then sighed. It would be a lot of work, he knew. But he was improving. And now, at least, he was freed of the confines of the infirmary.

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Merilla! Merilla! Endyrth's voice was a trumpet in her mind, so loud that Merilla flinched and had to fight the useless urge to clap her hands over her ears. But Endyrth seemed to realize this, for her next words were toned down a little, though no less lacking in enthusiasm. I have just seen Lerouth return to our weyr.

Merilla blinked. So?

I saw Al'dai on his back!

Merilla stared down at the half-eaten plate of food in front of her. Her first thought, oddly, was that she didn't want to waste it; the Weyr was short on food lately. She imagined herself finishing it: tasting nothing, every bite slow and mechanical, forced, while every particle of her being wished to be elsewhere, at her weyr, with her weyrmate. Al'dai was home.

Merilla abandoned her plate without a second thought.

She jogged through the confines of the tunnels of the Lower Caverns, but as soon as she was in the open space of the Weyrbowl she broke into a run. The flat ground rushed away beneath her, and the wind whipped at her hair and face and filled her with a kind of giddiness; she felt like she could frolic, if she weren't in such a hurry. Pushing her hair from her eyes, she looked up to see Endyrth sweep overhead and alight on their weyrledge. There was a glint of bronze, too. Merilla grinned into the wind.

The stairs she took two at a time, taking advantage of her long legs. By the time she reached their level, she was breathing heavier, but still felt as if she could run for miles. The thought of seeing Al'dai in their weyr for the first time, the first time in such a long time, lent her energy that felt inexhaustible.

With a deep breath, Merilla pushed open the door, strode out toward the ledge, then stopped short.

There he was. Still thin, leaning, clutching his cane for support, but upright; present.

"Welcome home," she said, and burst into tears.
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Lerouth chirped brassily as Endyrth arrived at their Weyr; he extended his neck and twined it affectionately arround hers. Hello, Endyrth! We are home!

Al’dai looked up at his weyrmate’s dragon, and smiled. Endyrth was known to be prickly and critical, but he had never minded her waspish tone; besides, it was occasionally softened for him and his bronze. Besides, Endyrth meant Merilla, who was the person he most wanted to see.

“Hi there, Endyrth,” he said politely, dipping a messy salute and then turning at the sound of the door.

There she was. Al’dai’s heart swelled with pride. They had been weyrmates for turns now, but he felt certain that he would never tire of her presence.

“Oh, thanks,” he managed lamely while she began to cry. Mentally cursing his cane, he shuffled forward quickly and wrapped her in a tight embrace.

“Hey, it’s alright. You were right, I have been getting better!” He said earnestly. “Ashtar actually said I can move back! Hope you didn’t get too accustomed to your own toilet, because you’re going to have to share now,” he joked, squeezing her ribcage lightly to tickle a laugh out of her.

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Hello, Lerouth. Welcome home, Endyrth replied, her voice swelling with joy. She nuzzled Lerouth in a rare display of affection and leaned against his bulk. She looked at Al'dai, then dipped her head in response to his salute. Hello, Al'dai. It is good to see you again. But she said no more, for Merilla had entered.

At once, Merilla tried to regain her composure; but the tears wouldn't stop and the sobs began to mingle with bursts of laughter, and suddenly she didn't care. Standing there helplessly, she wept and laughed happily as Al'dai came to her. She hugged him tight.

Merilla laughed again, something more akin to a shriek, squirming as he ticked her; she tried to catch his wrists in her hands. "Oh shards! Stop!" she gasped. "I think I can live with that!" She pulled away just enough to grin at him, looking a little abashed as she wiped the moisture from her cheeks. The joy she heard in his voice and saw in his eyes made her heart soar.

"Shards," she said again. "I missed you." Her voice, though quieter now, was intense and still rough with tears. Her hand threaded through his hair and pushed his head down so that she could rest her forehead against his. She stood there a moment, her eyes closed, the last of her hiccuping sobs finally abating. Then after a deep, shuddering breath, she lifted her chin and pressed a smile against his lips.

It is good to have both of you back, Endyrth said to Lerouth, quietly, as if she feared even her voice privately projected might infringe on the couple's reunion. The weyr felt so empty without you.


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Lerouth arched his neck proudly and curled himself around Endyrth’s smaller form. Subject to lust and the whims of procreation he might be, he was intensely fond of the Green— about as attached as dragons got. Her words made him swell with pride.

Well, we are glad to be back, he reassured her, nuzzling her with a kind of self-important tenderness. And we are happy that you waited for us, he added, in a moment of uncharacteristic clarity.

Al’dai sobered, dropping his hands from her sides and taking in her words. This part was hard for him— and he hated admitting it, because it felt like weakness— but he was done hiding behind brave anger. If he could be weak in front of anyone, it was Merilla. “And I missed you,” he murmured against her lips, before closing his eyes and returning her kiss with more intensity than he had first intended. All at once it really hit him— how much he had missed her, how lonely he’d been. How certain he’d been that, one way or another, he wouldn’t get to hold her again. He pressed his nose into her hair and inhaled her fragrance. “I really didn’t think I’d make it this far. I couldn’t have done it without you.” Without her, and Lerouth, to believe in him when he didn’t even believe in himself. His lasting damage was testament to how lucky he was just to be alive; but now, standing with her, he knew without a doubt that he’d rather be alive and crippled than dead. Yes, she had been right, about so much.

Then you were right to pick her, Lerouth said simply, still basking in his own pride and pleased to be reunited with his weyrmate.

Al’dai had to smile at that. It was true. His best decision, perhaps aside from accepting his Search, had to have been to pick Merilla. Or was it she that had chosen him? He didn’t remember exactly. All he knew was, he was finally completely aware of how happy he was here. This time, he wouldn’t be so quick to lose that.

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