Clayr: 021 Friends
Title: Companions
Fandom: Abhorsen Trilogy
Characters: Ryelle, Lirael, the Disreputable Dog, Sanar
Prompt: 021 Friends
Word Count: 871
Rating: G
Summary: Ryelle envies Lirael her friendship with the Dog. Sequel to Loneliness
Table: http://airelement.livejournal.com/4194.html
Sanar?
Sanar?
Sanar?
Every morning Ryelle awoke alone at a different time from her twin. Every morning she called out in confusion, alone and frightened that she was alone, and every morning there was no reply. For a while, Ryelle bombarded Sanar with telepathic messages begging for a response. She opened her end of the connection between them wider and wider, sharing not just specific messages but all the thoughts that ran through her head and her emotions and even the subconscious dreams that lived in the back of her mind without her ever knowing they were there. But it seemed that the more she opened up her connection with her twin, the more Sanar’s end constricted until Ryelle was thinking things to an impermeable wall.
Ryelle supposed it had been mostly her fault that when she tripped over a glass that someone had dropped in the middle of a corridor and fell down the stairs, Sanar hadn’t known. If Ryelle hadn’t caused their connection to close completely at Sanar’s end then Sanar might have listened to her cries for help and rushed to her aid.
On the other hand, she might have ignored Ryelle as she had been doing for several months. Ryelle hoped she was being pessimistic and unfair in even considering the possibility of Sanar leaving her to her pain, but… she couldn’t help but wonder.
Ryelle had a sudden urge to seek out Lirael and spend time with another lonely person. But that was ridiculous and she squashed the thought as soon as it came to the forefront of her mind. For one thing, Lirael had a companion who she was happy with. Ryelle didn’t know the precise nature of the Disreputable Dog, but the Dog was clearly a powerful being of Free Magic but bound willingly to the Charter. So out of seven possibles, two were part of the Charter now and one was dead. Out of the remaining four, Ryelle suspected that the Dog was most likely to either be some form of Saraneth or Kibeth. Ryelle had, like Lirael, found joy in discovering forgotten things after Kerrigor was defeated and she and Sanar went out on fewer Paperwing patrols. If she couldn’t find things out about what was going on around the Clayr’s Glacier, she would find things out about the Glacier’s past. She hadn’t found a whole lot on the beginnings of the Clayr - that knowledge had long since been lost to the ravages of time - but she had found some enduring books and documents from times long since forgotten, and they had told her a lot about the Seven who made the Charter.
Lirael wasn’t interested in human company. Ryelle didn’t need to use her Sight to know that if she attempted to make friends with the girl, Lirael would be overawed that Ryelle was talking to her. And if Ryelle followed Lirael’s painful line of reasoning, she wouldn’t want Ryelle’s company because she would believe it was borne from pity. Pity because Lirael didn’t think she was a ‘proper Clayr’.
Ryelle snorted. A ‘Proper Clayr’. There was no such thing. Clayr were all different: having the Sight and tanned skin and blonde hair and blue or green eyes didn’t make them the same. There were so many different personalities and outlooks on life in the Glacier, although Ryelle did know that the prevailing belief was that the Sight must be used to See the future and steer the Kingdom towards the most desirable future. But there were shy Clayr, bossy Clayr, nice Clayr, grumpy Clayr, and even a few downright rude Clayr. There weren’t very many rude ones, because rudeness was punished from a young age by extra toilet-cleaning duties and that knocked the desire to be impolite from all the children so efficiently that it never returned.
Ryelle wished that there were some way of making Lirael see that she was a real Clayr. Ryelle often wished that she was as powerful a Charter mage as her young cousin, and she knew that Lirael was the envy of many an aspiring mage. The problem was that Lirael’s confidence had been completely wiped away by the people who had once been her friends, because when she didn’t gain the Sight they began to fear that they would be the same. Ryelle wouldn’t mind knocking the brats’ heads together.
What was she supposed to do with herself? It had always been Sanar-and-Ryelle. To everyone else, they were still Sanar-and-Ryelle. Sohrae knew that something was wrong between them, but she didn’t know what it was and Ryelle didn’t plan on telling her. Nor did she plan on saying who was the one getting hurt. Just because Sanar was betraying her by abandoning her didn’t mean Ryelle was going to drop all loyalty to her twin and say to Sohrae that Sanar was… there wasn’t a phrase that didn’t sound childish. ‘Sanar’s leaving me out.’ ‘Sanar’s being mean.’ ‘I’m really hurt by how Sanar’s been acting.’ Ryelle wasn’t a child, and she refused to even try and See how it would sound if she told Sohrae anything.
But that didn’t mean that she didn’t lie awake and curse the day Sanar fell in love.
Fandom: Abhorsen Trilogy
Characters: Ryelle, Lirael, the Disreputable Dog, Sanar
Prompt: 021 Friends
Word Count: 871
Rating: G
Summary: Ryelle envies Lirael her friendship with the Dog. Sequel to Loneliness
Table: http://airelement.livejournal.com/4194.html
Sanar?
Sanar?
Sanar?
Every morning Ryelle awoke alone at a different time from her twin. Every morning she called out in confusion, alone and frightened that she was alone, and every morning there was no reply. For a while, Ryelle bombarded Sanar with telepathic messages begging for a response. She opened her end of the connection between them wider and wider, sharing not just specific messages but all the thoughts that ran through her head and her emotions and even the subconscious dreams that lived in the back of her mind without her ever knowing they were there. But it seemed that the more she opened up her connection with her twin, the more Sanar’s end constricted until Ryelle was thinking things to an impermeable wall.
Ryelle supposed it had been mostly her fault that when she tripped over a glass that someone had dropped in the middle of a corridor and fell down the stairs, Sanar hadn’t known. If Ryelle hadn’t caused their connection to close completely at Sanar’s end then Sanar might have listened to her cries for help and rushed to her aid.
On the other hand, she might have ignored Ryelle as she had been doing for several months. Ryelle hoped she was being pessimistic and unfair in even considering the possibility of Sanar leaving her to her pain, but… she couldn’t help but wonder.
Ryelle had a sudden urge to seek out Lirael and spend time with another lonely person. But that was ridiculous and she squashed the thought as soon as it came to the forefront of her mind. For one thing, Lirael had a companion who she was happy with. Ryelle didn’t know the precise nature of the Disreputable Dog, but the Dog was clearly a powerful being of Free Magic but bound willingly to the Charter. So out of seven possibles, two were part of the Charter now and one was dead. Out of the remaining four, Ryelle suspected that the Dog was most likely to either be some form of Saraneth or Kibeth. Ryelle had, like Lirael, found joy in discovering forgotten things after Kerrigor was defeated and she and Sanar went out on fewer Paperwing patrols. If she couldn’t find things out about what was going on around the Clayr’s Glacier, she would find things out about the Glacier’s past. She hadn’t found a whole lot on the beginnings of the Clayr - that knowledge had long since been lost to the ravages of time - but she had found some enduring books and documents from times long since forgotten, and they had told her a lot about the Seven who made the Charter.
Lirael wasn’t interested in human company. Ryelle didn’t need to use her Sight to know that if she attempted to make friends with the girl, Lirael would be overawed that Ryelle was talking to her. And if Ryelle followed Lirael’s painful line of reasoning, she wouldn’t want Ryelle’s company because she would believe it was borne from pity. Pity because Lirael didn’t think she was a ‘proper Clayr’.
Ryelle snorted. A ‘Proper Clayr’. There was no such thing. Clayr were all different: having the Sight and tanned skin and blonde hair and blue or green eyes didn’t make them the same. There were so many different personalities and outlooks on life in the Glacier, although Ryelle did know that the prevailing belief was that the Sight must be used to See the future and steer the Kingdom towards the most desirable future. But there were shy Clayr, bossy Clayr, nice Clayr, grumpy Clayr, and even a few downright rude Clayr. There weren’t very many rude ones, because rudeness was punished from a young age by extra toilet-cleaning duties and that knocked the desire to be impolite from all the children so efficiently that it never returned.
Ryelle wished that there were some way of making Lirael see that she was a real Clayr. Ryelle often wished that she was as powerful a Charter mage as her young cousin, and she knew that Lirael was the envy of many an aspiring mage. The problem was that Lirael’s confidence had been completely wiped away by the people who had once been her friends, because when she didn’t gain the Sight they began to fear that they would be the same. Ryelle wouldn’t mind knocking the brats’ heads together.
What was she supposed to do with herself? It had always been Sanar-and-Ryelle. To everyone else, they were still Sanar-and-Ryelle. Sohrae knew that something was wrong between them, but she didn’t know what it was and Ryelle didn’t plan on telling her. Nor did she plan on saying who was the one getting hurt. Just because Sanar was betraying her by abandoning her didn’t mean Ryelle was going to drop all loyalty to her twin and say to Sohrae that Sanar was… there wasn’t a phrase that didn’t sound childish. ‘Sanar’s leaving me out.’ ‘Sanar’s being mean.’ ‘I’m really hurt by how Sanar’s been acting.’ Ryelle wasn’t a child, and she refused to even try and See how it would sound if she told Sohrae anything.
But that didn’t mean that she didn’t lie awake and curse the day Sanar fell in love.