Worst Fear ~ (T'ri)

[Ivy]

Don't be your worst fear...
You can make it if you wanna get out of here...
And I mean at this point, I don't even want to know.
Whoa.
And I mean at this point, making amends is not what I'm here for...

Carefully a pair of bare feet made their way over the warm and wet rocks surrounding the hot springs before one tested the water with its toes. Finding the temperature suitable the rest of the foot followed, sliding into the water slowly... ankle... knee... then the other foot entered the water as well until Roselle stood there knee deep in the water. Tserieth had already found herself a place to lounge, she had wanted to come earlier in the day but Roselle veto'd that almost immediately. Ever since Tserieth's maiden flight just two sevenday ago Roselle had done her very best to avoid being 'out and about' in the Weyr.

One could only stay cooped up for so long though. She hadn't shirked her duties as a rider, merely did them as quickly as possible then disappeared once more into her room. Not that her room was much of a comfort to her - that's where he had found her. She was none too pleased with Tserieth's choice in a 'winner' for her flight - Arhenaiyth. Unable to hold a grudge against her green she instead held one for T'ri. The roughness had not been appreciated - she was still nursing the bruises on her arms and side.

Frowning she stepped deeper into the hot spring, intent on pushing him from her mind. He was not himself, Rosemine. Tserieth repeated for the millionth time to her stubborn rider, a tinge of guilt in her voice. She hadn't so much as chosen Arhenaiyth, as he had made it clear he would have her. He had moved to force-catch, and so she gave in before it came to that. As wicked and lust-driven as her blue clutchbrother was, his rider must have been as well. It was more the blue's fault than the rider's - but Roselle was dead set on blaming T'ri for his actions.

"To a weyrling Tse! A weyrling!" Roselle cried aloud, quite convinced they were alone at the springs.

He is my bluebrother. Lack of graduation comes from his rider's inability to 'conform', not lack of ability to fulfill his role in the Weyr. Gone was the guilt, as Tserieth spoke matter-o-factly to Hers.

"Still, it is embarassing. Did you even think of me?" Tears threatened in those dark eyes, the first real outward sign of emotion from the woman since she had Impressed Tserieth. Gone was the stubborn face, the rock wall she hid behind day to day, and in its place there was pain. It wasn't all because of T'ri and the flight, it couldn't be. That was just the breaking point, the event that sent her wall crumbling down and she was struggling to put her straight faced mask back into place least someone see how vulnerable she truly was.

Every day, Rosemine.

Moving so she could be closer to Hers, Tserieth's eyes swirled a worried mixture of orange and pale yellow. She surveyed the skies around their perch and crooned quietly to Hers, hoping to offer some comfort where words failed her. Roselle sunk into the water to her shoulders now and laid her head back against one of the slick rocks. Eyes closed, if only to keep the tears from falling as she took in one deep breath and then another. In. Out. In. Out. Slow and deep breaths until she had regained most of her composure. "I'm sorry..."