Shared Misery Is Still Miserable

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 8th March 2006

Characters: D'cal, Dyaera
Description: D'cal checks up on Dyaera, and they both find reasons to feel miserable.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 15 of Turn 3

}:But Tilarth is worried. She says her rider is in a bad way. Girifith's had been to see her and he seems worried too.:{ D'cal frowned as he pulled on a fresh tunic. She had seemed tired when they went down to the Weyrlake that day, but it was only understandable considering her long recovery. Obviously Dyaera had felt up to having visitors if the brownrider had been to see her again. He pushed the images of the scene that he had walked in on the last time he knew that rider had visited her. Just one more heartbreak along a long line of them.

But he knew he had to go to her. No matter how he had tried, Dyaera was always first in his thoughts. Even Zanie had not been able to command his full attention. It was something other than sex that drew him to Dyaera.
They had never done more than kiss really. But there were so many things that drew him to her - her honesty, her bluntness, her strength. They were the things that would always pull him back to her.

With a sigh he jumped to Aosorath's back. **Lets go then.**

He found Dyaera curled up in a blanket on her couch, her head resting on a pillow she'd tucked on the arm of the couch. The weyr was a disaster, with clothing and trays of food and medication scattered on every flat surface.
She blinked at him as he came in from the ledge, but didn't make any move to sit up. "Hello."

D'cal side-stepped a couple piles on his way to the couch. Kneeling down next to her head he asked quietly, "Dyaera, what happened here? Are you sick? Are you all right?" He reach out to touch his fingers to her forehead, looking for any sign of fever or chills.

"I'm fine," she replied, squirming into a sitting position. "I'm just tired." "Well what happened here?" he asked with a sweep of his hand to the piles and piles that were scattered around the weyr. "This place is a mess."

She felt faintly embarrassed. "I was going to clean up later. It's just...
it takes a lot of effort."

"You're supposed to be getting better," he said with a concerned frown.
"Have you been over-doing it?"

"No." And that was the truth. "I was trying to rest. I'm just... I'm tired, D'cal. I'm just tired." "Well, maybe you should talk to a healer, then," suggested helpfully, rubbing her arm reassuringly. "Maybe they can give you something to give you your strength back."

"I suppose." She'd managed to put on a decent act for the healer's so far, but she had a feeling they wouldn't believe she was doing fine for very long. "I'm sorry. I'm not good company." "You're fine," D'cal lied. "Why don't you get you out of your bed? Maybe sit in the sun a while? Its a fine day."

There was no real way to say no that wouldn't look foolish, so she struggled into a sitting position. "Can you get me my robe? I think it's on that chair..." The bluerider found it under the plate and bowl and pile of dirty clothes.
"Here you go," he said holding it out to her.

She slipped her legs over the side of the bed and sat for a moment, looking pale and tired and shockingly fragile. "Thank you," she said quietly as she reached out for the robe, slipping her arms into it. "Should we sit on the ledge?" D'cal nodded. "I think that would be a good idea." He offered her his hand to help her up. Shards, but she didn't look like the Dyaera he knew.

Dyaera settled onto the ledge slowly, leaning back against Tilarth's side.
"Thank you for coming to visit me."

"You say that as if you didn't expect I would," he said almost light-heartedly as he sat down gently beside her.

"Well, you've been... busy." She shrugged a little self-consciously. "I kind of heard you had a new friend. That dolphineer girl?" "She's an old friend, actually. And at the moment that's all we are. Just friends." Until she can decide what it is she really wants...

"It's okay if you're more than that," Dyaera replied quietly. "We're friends, right? You... you can tell friends things like that."

"No, Dyaera, really. She and I are just friends." He realized he might have sounded a bit harsh. "Zanie has kind of decided that there is someone a bit more important in her life right now than me."

"Oh." Dyaera set her hand on his. "I'm sorry." "It's all right," he sighed, covering her hand with he other one. "It's not her fault that I'm just not what she needs."

"I'm still sorry," Dyaera replied sadly. "Sometimes everything just goes wrong." "Yeah," he nodded. Shards, but D'cal was starting to get really tired of being second choice. Tears stung her eyes even though she didn't know why she felt like crying.
Everything had gone wrong for her, and now it seemed like D'cal was suffering as well. It added another layer to her misery that hurt far more than she'd expected.

Last updated on the March 8th 2006

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