I Don't Like You Anymore

Writers: AL, Emma
Date Posted: 29th May 2008

Characters: M'van, Lidrin
Description: Lidrin confronts M'van about his mother.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 10, day 9 of Turn 4

The little boy padded his way through the halls. He knew his way to the weyr, and could get there with his eyes closed if he had to. The short time away didn't strike that from his memory. He stuck his hand in his pocket where a piece of parchment was folded in an awkward manner, as if to make sure it was there. Then he focused more on where he was going. Lidrin came to a stop before a certain, familiar door and knocked on it three times.

The bluerider might not have heard the knock, being otherwise engaged in checking his riding gear, but his pet had. Lavender disappeared /between/ when he heard it, and appeared over the head of the boy, chittering to him before popping back /between/ to his person.

~Lidrin~ he sent the picture of the child to M'van.

"Shards," he cursed, then regretted it immediately. Lidrin was not involved in this, and the little boy probably didn't understand what was happening.
Gear was stowed, then he got up to open the door. "Lidrin, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you." The boy replied solemnly as he stared up at the only father he had ever known. His gaze flickered to the room behind M'van, then looked back up to him.

"I see, does your Mama know that you came here?"

Lidrin shook his head. "No."

"Okay then, I guess you better come in, and we'll send Lavender to tell her where you are. She might be worried about you." He gave the lad a smile as he ushered him in, wouldn't do to have him wandering the corridors.

Lidrin moved inside the weyr, looking around. Everything looked the same as it had since they had left. After a moment, he turned to M'van, his serious eyes resting upon the bluerider. "Momma was crying last night. She thought I was asleep, but I wasn't."

M'van listened for a moment, unsure what to say to the child that he would understand. "Maybe she felt sick," he settled for as he reached for a scrap of hide and something to write on it with. "Sometimes when you get hurt or feel ill you cry too don't you, or Talvan does at least."

Lidrin stared up at M'van for a moment, then reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded parchment that he had taken after his mother had discarded it. He held it out to the bluerider. "She was crying over this.
I saw your name." The child couldn't read all of the words, but he could read enough. "She misses you, Daddy. I think she's scared. Dunno why."
The boy shuffled, digging his toe into the floor.

M'van took the folded hide, slowly opening it and reading the words.

Lidrin looked around, then padded over to a chair, crawling into it. "She was writing for a long time. Ever since we came back."

"She writes a lot though, it's part of being a harper."

"I can read it, Daddy." Lidrin wrinkled his nose. "Most of it. I'm not dumb." He leveled is far too serious gaze upon the bluerider. "Why don't you like her anymore?"

"It's not that I don't like her anymore, it's a grown up thing. You argue with your friends in Harper Classes sometimes don't you?"

"Yeah, but..." Lidrin wiggled in his chair, "We don't stay mad for that long. You've been mad at Momma for a long time. And you made her cry."

"It can be very different when you are all grown up. Sometimes you realise that there is a very good reason to be mad at someone and to stop making things worse you have to not talk to each other for a while," explained the bluerider. "It stops making things worse and then when people have thought about it they can talk again."

"But you made her cry." The child seemed to think that offense was almost unforgiveable. "You should say you're sorry, then you can talk again and we can all be together again."

"Lidrin, sometimes with grownups it's really difficult to explain it to other people. Your Momma probably doesn't like me very much right now, and she needs to think about why, just like I do too. Maybe soon, we can work it all out."

"She misses you." Lidrin repeated, evidently stubborn. "Why can't you just say you're sorry? She already said she was sorry."

"When you've grown up you'll understand.. Sometimes it isn't enough just to say sorry."

Lidrin's face hardened and he slid off of the chair and padded over to the door. He reached up and opened it and started to leave, but paused to turn around and said, softly but still audible, "I don't like you anymore." With that he turned and ran out into the hallway, leaving the door open behind him.

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