I'll Be There For You
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Dolphin Hall
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Leeward Lagoon Hold
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Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 26th November 2017
Characters: K'yne, Saibra
Description: K'yne goes to Saibra for comfort after the nightmare.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 2 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: R'enh, J'ackt, Timassa
Chioneth stirred, bristling protectively as she caught sight of a figure in her weyrcouch. Even in the darkness her eyes could detect the movement and a threatening rumble began vibrating the ground beneath her.
}:Don't eat him. It's my rider.:{ Arinoth pleaded.
The gold's ire died away, and she snuffled curiously, now catching the scent of Arinoths' rider. Yes, it was him. She'd known Arinoth and K'yne for many Turns, had flown with Arinoth when she was much younger.
}:What is he doing here?:{ Chioneth demanded, although she settled back down, curling her long golden tail over her snout as she closed her eyes.
}:He is upset and needs to see your rider.:{ There was relief in Arinoth's voice that his rider hadn't angered the Queen.
Chioneth was satisfied by the answer and didn't make any further noise or replies as K'yne staggered into Saibra's weyr. He wasn't familiar with the layout of it so he stumbled into a chair and table on his way to her bedroom.
"Saibra?" he called out in a whisper.
"Whuh? Who's there?" There was a touch of alarm in the Weyrwoman's voice as she reached over and unshuttered the basket of glows beside her bed.
"It's me."
As Saibra's eyes began to adjust she realized that it was K'yne standing in her weyr. The last person she'd expected to see at this hour. He'd been rather mad with her the last time they'd spoken, over her previous relationship with J'ackt. Not that she blamed him, she was upset enough about it herself.
"What's the matter?" He looked shaken and she could see the glint of moisture on his cheeks. Was he crying? She'd only ever seen that once before after K'fel... "Is it Saidrene? Kaibren? What is it K'yne?" She was sitting up now, blankets pooled at her waist.
K'yne shook his head, trying to gather his scattered thoughts, "No, no, they're fine. It's not that."
Saibra exhaled a sigh of relief, although she was still puzzled over the brownrider's appearance. "Then what is it?" In that moment, standing beside of her bed, he reminded her of her son Kaibren and the way he looked when he had a bad dream.
"I dreamt of Ocktima, and J'ackt. He told me how she died." There was a catch in his voice.
The Weyrwoman was familiar with those dreams. She'd had reoccurring nightmares about her weyrmate K'fel's death for Turns. They'd tapered off and now only visited her once or twice a Turn.
"Come here," she said, holding back the blankets so he could join her.
K'yne didn't hesitate, he crawled into the bed beside of Saibra and pressed his face into her neck as she wrapped her arms around him. How many times had he dreamed of being in this exact place for the past seven Turns? But now that he was here, all he could do was think of Ocktima.
"I wasn't there when she needed me." His voice was broken as he spoke. "Why didn't I go back for her? What kind of monster does something like that?"
"Shhh," Saibra soothed. "You didn't know. You can't blame yourself. Ocktima made her decision. You're telling me over all those Turns she never had the opportunity to sneak a letter to the Weyr? Never once? You're no monster. You're one of the most annoyingly noble men I've ever met."
K'yne shook his head and raised his face for air, their eyes meeting, "She suffered horrible things, and so did J'ackt. It's my fault, Saibra, if I'd gone back for her. I never even _checked_ on her after that night when she failed to send for me."
"None of that," Saibra snapped in a firm tone, blue eyes hard. "You will not repeat those things J'ackt said to you as if they are true. He's a hurting boy who wants to lash out at anyone that could be connected to his mother because he can't lash out at the one person who deserves it, that bastard Jenasome."
The brownrider licked his lips and sank back into the pillow beside of Saibra, the one that was frequently used when R'enh was in the weyr. "I don't even know where she's buried." He didn't know where he could go to say goodbye.
Saibra propped herself on her elbow, reclining against her pillow, "Let me handle that. I'm sure J'ackt knows, and if he knows, then Saidrene can find out. And if not, I'll call that Timassa in for a conversation. I'll find out." She swore, she would do anything to take that vacant, wounded look out of K'yne's eyes. As much as she had criticized the brownrider after K'fel's death, he'd been a rock, sturdy, dependable, and unmovable, becoming a father to Kaibren and Saidrene in those days after their father's death. It was her turn to do the same for him.
K'yne turned his head and looked at Saibra, reminded again of why he had been in love with her for so long, even if that love would never be returned. "Thank you, Saibra. I didn't know where else to go."
"You can always come here," she reached out and squeezed his hand. "Except when R'enh is here, I think he'd not be happy to share a pillow with you."
The brownrider barked out a little laugh, feeling the remnants of his nightmare finally beginning to loosen, "I'm not afraid of him."
"No, I imagine not, you're too foolish to be afraid." Saibra pulled the covers back up to her chin and settled into her spot. "If you're staying, close the glows."
K'yne's eyes flicked to her again, surprised, "I can stay?" There was relief evident in his voice. He just didn't think he could face the darkness of his weyr again that night, not when every time he closed his eyes he would be thinking of J'ackt and seeing Ocktima in the flames.
"As long as you behave yourself," Saibra replied, closing her eyes.
Her trust flattered K'yne. It wasn't easily won, and he wouldn't do anything to break that, not again. The brownrider reached over and closed the shutter on the glow basket, plunging them back into darkness. He found the scent of Saibra's weyr calming, it smelled like her, and her soft breathing beside of him soon lulled him to sleep.
Last updated on the November 27th 2017