Making Amends: Kiziolth
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Writers: Corrin, Sia
Date Posted: 27th March 2025
Characters: Sybana, Nosarre
Description: Sybana has Galgaith apologize for the leading the weyrlings off a cliff
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 17 of Turn 12
Nosarre hunched over her desk, squinting against the harsh light of the lamp. The half-finished piece of jewelry, a pendant of twisted wire and smooth jade, rested in her palm as she carefully threaded a thin silver strand through its setting. Her hands worked carefully, twisting the wire into intricate loops, though every so often her fingers trembled with pent-up frustration.
Behind her, Kiziolth gave a long, low huff, shifting in her wallow with an exaggerated sigh.
Nosarre let out a slow breath through her nose, keeping her eyes on her work. "I’m not upset," she muttered, but even she didn’t quite believe it.
Kiziolth let out a soft whuffle of disbelief, shifting again with a faint wince. The movement sent a flicker of discomfort through their bond. Nothing unbearable, but a nagging reminder of the green's injury. Nosarre bit the inside of her cheek.
}: It still hurts. :{
Nosarre pressed her lips together and didn’t look up. **Of course it does,** she answered, not quite hiding the sharp edge in her tone. **You strained it.**
}: I don’t like being still. :{
Nosarre’s fingers slipped on the wire. She inhaled through her nose and forced herself to adjust the mistake with careful precision. **Then maybe you shouldn’t have tried to fly before you were ready.**
Kiziolth sighed dramatically, then almost immediately perked up. }: Galgaith is coming. :{ She said, a moment before there was a knock at the door.
Sybana did not lightly come knocking on Nosarre’s door.
She had plenty of reasons to want to avoid the girl. After their disastrous first meeting, there was no love lost between them. Impressing hadn’t really improved things so much as it had just made both of them too busy to entertain more than the odd jab at the other. If Sybana had any sense at all, she’d keep her distance-- but this wasn’t just about her. This was about Galgaith learning and growing and taking responsibility for her actions. Whether she had meant to or not, she had led her clutchmates into danger and gotten several of them hurt.
“Nosarre?” she called, rapping softly on the door. “It’s Sybana. Galgaith and I want to check on Kiziolth. And Galgi has something to say…”
Beside her, the young gold crowded close, crooning into the doorjamb, }:I’m sooooorrry--:{
“No, not through the door, Silly,” Sybana corrected, laughing despite herself at gold’s melodramatic wail. “You wait and say it to her face.”
Nosarre closed her eyes for a beat, willing herself to patience. She set down the half-finished pendant before standing and making her way to the door, opening it wide for Sybana and Galgaith.
Kiziolth, to Nosarre's utter lack of surprise, was already shuffling in her wallow and craning her neck to look. }: It wasn't your fault. I should have been smarter. :{
Nosarre folded her arms. “That’s very nice, Kiziolth, but I believe the point was for Galgaith to take responsibility, not for you to excuse her.”
Galgaith stumbled into the room--she had been leaning against the door when it opened--but she scrambled quickly over to the wallow to hover curiously and solicitously over the much smaller green. }:That’s what I said,:{ she agreed happily. }:It wasn’t my fault that everyone else wasn’t strong enough--:{
“Galgaith.”
}:But my Sybana says it _was_ my fault because if we had waited, everyone would have been. And then the old dragons could have helped. Somehow.:{
“_Galgaith_, that is _not_ what we practiced.”
The young gold snorted irritably and shuffled her wings. Finally she recited: }:I’m sorry it was so dangerous and I led you there and you got hurt. I’m glad you’re not dead.:{
The fact one of her siblings could have died was one Sybana had stressed. It didn’t matter that it _didn’t_ happen. It mattered that it could have. That had been a tough one to get Galgaith’s head around, but she did seem alarmed by it. No one was supposed to have gotten hurt. She _was_ sad about that.
Galgaith’s apology sorted, Sybana turned back to Nosarre and held out a small jar. “For Kiziolth. I know the healers have already seen to her, but I asked if there was anything extra that might help and one of the journeymen suggested this. He called it a cooling salve. It’s supposed to help with any discomfort.”
Nosarre stepped back, both in politeness and to avoid the massive lizard. Kiziolth nosed forward, stretching her neck toward Galgaith with a soft chirr of acknowledgment. The stretch caused the ache to reverberate across Nosarre's back and shoulders and the green pulled back again. }: I accept your apology, :{ She said with an indulgent sort of patience. Then, after a beat, }: I don't know what the old dragons would do either. Domorth wouldn't have stopped Roeth from crashing into me. :{
Nosarre, however, hesitated. Her fingers twitched where they had folded over her arms before reaching out and accepting the jar of salve. Sybana had gone out of her way to ask for something to help, even though she wasn’t obligated to. And, despite everything, Nosarre wasn't sure she was ready to let go of her irritation that easily.
}: I don't want to be cold. :{ Kiziolth added plaintively.
"Then you shouldn't have hurt yourself." Nosarre said to the green. Then, to Sybana, "Is T'lonas getting you to apologise to everyone?"
}: We should practice flying more, when I'm better. :{ Kiziolth continued brightly to Galgaith.
Galgaith, sensing that the formal part of the apology was done, flopped companionably down by Kiziolth’s wallow to chatter enthusiastically away about all the flying they would do when everyone was strong enough.
Sybana, however, remained more guarded. She hadn’t missed Nosarre’s hesitation, the subtle flicker of reluctance before accepting the salve. It pricked at her pride. “No, T’lonas didn’t even mention it. Is it that hard to believe I might do something nice on my own?”
Nosarre turned the jar over in her hands, fingers running along the edge of the lid. "Yes," she said bluntly.
Sybana frowned.
"Galgaith should have known better, and so should Kiziolth. She's a green, but she should have more sense than to follow along blindly."
}: But I wanted to go. And it was fun. Until it wasn’t. :{
**Until it wasn’t.** Nosarre echoed dryly. She turned the jar over again, then, as if deciding it wasn't worth the effort of arguing further, set it on her desk beside the half-finished pendant.
“They’re just babies,” Sybana tried gently. “They’re not going to know better, not at first.”
"They aren't fresh out of the egg. It'll be worse for us if they can't be trusted to entertain themselves while we're in lessons."
Sybana pressed her lips together, forcing down the urge to argue. They were here to apologize, not fight or make excuses, so she turned toward Galgaith, who was still chattering away. “Galgi, say your goodbyes, there are others to visit.”
It took a moment, because the little gold had gotten comfortable and _liked_ talking with her sister, but Sybana was keen to get away from Nosarre before things inevitably turned sour, so she silently insisted and Galgaith reluctantly rose. }:Goodbye! I have to go say sorry some more. Get better quick so we can fly again!:{
}: Come back soon! :{ Kiziolth chirped, earning her a glare from her rider that she shied away from.
Last updated on the April 15th 2025