Life Doesn't Give the Expected

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 16th February 2019
Series: The Wingleader's Surgery

Characters: D'hol, Saibra
Description: D'hol comes to visit an old friend.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 23 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: R'enh

D'hol

Saibra

}: Mine wishes to know if Yours is available for a visit.:{ Yumath
called out to Chioneth as he backwinged into the Weyrbowl.

Saibra's eyebrows went up in surprise as Chioneth relayed the message.
It had been a while since she and D'hol had spoken, beyond the normal
pleasantries at Hatchings.

}:She says to come up to her office.:{ the gold told Yumath.

He found her there shortly after the response and poked his head
through her office door. "Hello, Weyrwoman." His lips lifted a little.
"I hope Yumath and I aren't disturbing you."

The Weyrwoman's smile was a genuine one, "Of course you're not, I'm
just surprised. Please have a seat. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

He took the seat that was offered with a slight shrug. "It's just a
visit. I thought I would take the time to see a few old acquaintances
here at Dragonsfall and thought I could drop by to see you as well.
We've not spoken in a while." He studied her. " You're looking well."
"Thank you. I've been exercising like a fiend trying to shed baby
weight. It's a little more difficult than it was in my twenties," she
grinned. D'hol had never been the type to visit just to talk, but she
didn't want to press him. She figured if he had something to say he
would do it.

He returned her smile, if only briefly. "Well, it's working. You look
much the same as you always have." Faranth, he didnt do small talk
well, but he made an effort. His expression didn't waver as the near
constant ache in his abdomen sharpened just for a moment as he shifted
in his seat. Yumath's momentary worry was instantly soothed. He
offered a bit of a grin." You never visit. I'm hurt."

}:Yumath seems distracted.:{ Chioneth mentioned, which came about more
as an observation than a pout.

Saibra's eyes narrowed a little, studying the almost tender way the
bronzerider moved. "Yes well, I am busy here, with new twins and the
Weyr. And I'm also trying to give Saidrene a wide berth so she can be
her own person." The goldrider leaned forward, all pretense of small
talk over. "What's going on, D'hol?"

"Saidrene seems to be doing very well, Saibra. Not that I check on
her, but I haven't heard anything negative." His brow rose at the next
question and he spoke slowly, tilting his head in question. " I'm here
visiting."
"Chioneth says Yumath is not himself, and you are not yourself. Don't
misunderstand me, I am glad to see you, but you're not the
social-visit-with-tea type." Which was personally one of the things
she had always liked about the bronzerider.

**Make an effort, would you?** D'hol shrugged as he felt Yumath's
chagrin. "We're fine, Saibra. I honestly am just here to visit. Yumath
was hatched here and I do still have a few acquaintances in the Weyr.
On my honor, there isn't another motive. "
Saibra still felt suspicious, but she couldn't press for more without
calling the man a liar. "If you insist. There are eggs on the Sands.
You care to walk and see them? Revisit where you first met Yumath."

The thought brought warmth to his eyes. " Yes. I would like that very
much, thank you. "

Leaving the office, the pair walked down to the Hatching Cavern, where
the air was moist and humid from the heat of the sand. Chioneth was
perched ust behind her eggs possessively, eyes whirling a calm blue as
she watched her rider and D'hol enter. "Hard to believe this is her
third clutch here already."

"It has been a while, hasnt it?" He nodded respectfully to the queen
and didnt near the eggs, but instead looked around the cavern. It had
been turns since he'd been in here and the memories of Yumath as a new
hatchling made his eyes soften. "His egg was over in that spot. "
D'hol pointed for a moment. "He burst out of his shell and sent the
pieces scattering. He was so proud of himself that he didnt realize
that he had goop and egg bits all over his head."

She laughed at the mental image he painted. "How old were you?"

"I was 16 turns and convinced that I would be a Weyrleader in five
more turns." He smirked. "Just a bit arrogant."

"I was just on the Sands for a kick, because I didn't want to make
real decisions about crafting or my future." Saibra shook her head,
"That backfired. I impressed Chioneth and immediately started into
dragonhealing."

D'hol gave a short bark of amusement then, leaning against the stone
railing of the stands, he continued. "Life rarely gives us what we
expect it seems."

"That's the truth," she said, thinking of K'fel, R'enh, and her children.

He watched the eggs for a moment longer before rising. "I had better
not press Chioneth's time." He inclined his head. "Thank you, Saibra.
I'll head off and let you get back to what you were doing."

Saibra couldn't shake the feeling, that little nudge in the pit of her
stomach that said something wasn't right, but she smiled at him all
the same, "Any time, D'hol."

He nodded, then slowly bowed to Chioneth and straightened. "Thank you,
Chioneth, for allowing me to see your fine eggs." D'hol left the
sands, striding towards lower caverns.

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