Our time here [Vignette]
Reflecting on Teris' transfer.
Lujayn wasn't one of the people gathered to wish Teris good luck at Telgar. She wasn't all that emotionally invested, save for feeling that she had come within range of a very close call. Ten turns, and then ask for Iovniath's replacement? She was sure a swap hadn't been part of the original gossip-feeding arrival; it was only precedent and probably political savvy that added up to send Iskiveth and her unlaid clutch away. And all she could think was that it could have been her. So easily.
You've moved before.
You're flexible.
You're expendable.
Fears, worries, anxious thoughts that had gnawed at her brain until the final decision was made. Teris and Iskiveth.
<< There she goes, >> Rielsath informed her rider with a sigh of ash and dimming firelight, seeing one of her own, one of her High Reaches irregulars, disappear in much the same manner as they'd gone to Igen. << Think she'll come back, like us? >>
It's hard to say, Distracted. Passive. Lu shuffled the papers on her desk around and tried to refocus her eyes. I don't think so. They usually don't. Still there, still a Reachian, still home. Not going anywhere.
<< But we did. We always come back, >> The gold asserted, << I knew we would. >>
Can't come back if you don't leave, She mused, putting the pen down at last. Time for a break. Let's go get you washed. The springs are hot!
Lujayn wasn't one of the people gathered to wish Teris good luck at Telgar. She wasn't all that emotionally invested, save for feeling that she had come within range of a very close call. Ten turns, and then ask for Iovniath's replacement? She was sure a swap hadn't been part of the original gossip-feeding arrival; it was only precedent and probably political savvy that added up to send Iskiveth and her unlaid clutch away. And all she could think was that it could have been her. So easily.
You've moved before.
You're flexible.
You're expendable.
Fears, worries, anxious thoughts that had gnawed at her brain until the final decision was made. Teris and Iskiveth.
<< There she goes, >> Rielsath informed her rider with a sigh of ash and dimming firelight, seeing one of her own, one of her High Reaches irregulars, disappear in much the same manner as they'd gone to Igen. << Think she'll come back, like us? >>
It's hard to say, Distracted. Passive. Lu shuffled the papers on her desk around and tried to refocus her eyes. I don't think so. They usually don't. Still there, still a Reachian, still home. Not going anywhere.
<< But we did. We always come back, >> The gold asserted, << I knew we would. >>
Can't come back if you don't leave, She mused, putting the pen down at last. Time for a break. Let's go get you washed. The springs are hot!