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 All The Same, WI:18 (Lueke/Everane)
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 Posted: Jul 7 2018, 09:40 AM
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Nothing else alive seemed to be here. Lueke wasn’t sure why he’d bothered to come in here, either. Every time he walked through the door of this cavern, disaster fell. Sheer meaningless impulse had directed him here, and now… what? The ex-harper moved slowly along the rows of empty seats, measuring more by memory than number where things had happened. Empty of eggs or expectant mothers, the Hatching Sands stretched before him, lifeless and empty. Clean and undisturbed, it looked so innocent, so peaceful. Just the kind of place a mother dragon or wher would want to lay her young. All he could think about was the catastrophe that descended every time a Hatching took place here. First, almost two Turns ago now, there had been the girl killed by the red dragon. Lueke hadn’t known her. He’d only seen her die, and watched Embry – whom he did know – try to save another girl from meeting the same fate. It shouldn’t have stayed with him so clearly, but it had.

Half intentionally, and half by accident, he had found his way to the place that he remembered the best. Turning, just so, placed him exactly where he’d come to stand when Dawson Impressed. Dask had been there, just in front of him; the wherlingmaster had come up from this side. Lueke didn’t… dislike Dask. He really didn’t. The blue was sane, and gentle, and had never done him the slightest wrong. Having him around was just different, even after almost a turn and a half. Evidently he didn’t adjust very well to change. Slowly, the ex-harper turned to look out over the Sands again. People still went out there and tried to Impress newborn dragons and whers, even with the maulings that constantly happened. Last hatching someone else had died, and several others had been seriously hurt.

Lueke would never understand it. Maybe he just wasn’t brave enough to risk that kind of injury, but he didn’t see what was so spectacular about dragons, or whers, or any of it. Dawson didn’t seem to find any kind of bliss in his bond with Dask. Lueke didn’t know anyone else well enough to guess what good their bonds might have done them. Impressing to something wasn’t for him, but… what was? After a few moments he shifted down a couple of rows, to the rail overlooking the Sands, and leaned on it, resting his chin on one hand. Probably he should stop thinking about it all the time. Harpercraft clearly wasn’t his forte; it didn’t matter that he loved the music – he just couldn’t do it. Probably he should just pick something to do and do it. On occasion he offered reluctant assistance to the drudges, or let people think he was one of them and just picked up an order someone pointed at him. Mostly he just felt guilty that he wasn’t doing anything useful.

With a sigh, he leaned harder on the rail, staring blankly out across the sand. Answers weren’t going to be found here, but at least it was quiet. Full of nightmares he didn’t really want to relive, but quiet.

Good enough for now, he guessed.

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Everane had come to the hatching sands each day since the dual coppers hatching. She didn't tell anyone about it, because it was something she did exclusively for her. Each time she ventured down the Stands, to the rail closest to the Sands below. There she would lean over, and recall each moment she'd spent tracking the now-deceased red. She recalled, as if it had been yesterday, the feel of the creatures mind. The dragonet had felt so... lost, at least in her opinion. She had only wanted to help her along, and in the process she had forced Laanasuth to intervene. She tried her best to remind herself, each time that she came here, that the reds death hadn't been her fault. Even so, she didn't see the point in having a gift that couldn't, somehow, promote change. All she had wanted was to help, and maybe save someone's bond. She couldn't bring herself to think that the reds death had been for the best, regardless of the likely truth. Ever was far too optimistic for such things, and valued life above all else. She would have killed everyone, if given the chance, she thought, slowly making her way to her usual place in the Stands.

Everane froze at the sight of a young man, already having taken up residence where she ordinarily stood. The small blond put on her best smile before venturing the rest of the way down. Had someone else been seeking solace here too? She didn't recognize the boy--or at the very least the back of his head was unfamiliar. A beastcrafter and a harper were unlikely to cross paths, and given that Lueke wasn't a candidate of any variety, it was no real surprise that their paths had never before crossed. "Hello," the dragon candidate greeted, folding her arms behind her back as she came to stand alongside the older teen. "Peaceful when there's no one else here, huh?" she offered amiably. The silence did even her some good some times. The barren hatching sands was as good a place as any to mull over ones thoughts.

Before long the girl had advanced in order to lean both arms on the rail and peer over. She could hardly forget that she had come here for her own purposes. Of course, Everane often set her own thoughts and feelings aside in the face of another's troubles. A broad grin overtook the momentary sobriety that had overcome her. "Every candidate comes down here to imagine what their futures might hold. Its kinda ominous... sometimes. Other times it's hopeful. I guess, mostly, it's whatever you want it to be." She inclined her head towards the scrawny ex-harper, wondering what it was he saw down there. It could change, day by day. Some days she was sure she had made a grievous err, and would therefore never find her bonded, while other days she was positive that she would make Couineth and Rayna proud. That's all she wanted--what more could she ask for? Flying through the skies alongside Ruane and Emath was a dream she often had. Everane didn't give up on her dreams; they kept her going. She hoped to encourage the stranger, likewise, not to give up. He looked so lost... kinda like the red.

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Lueke had descended so far into his own thoughts that he didn’t hear the girl coming. Nor did he see her; surely if he had, he would have made sure to disappear by now. More often than not, the ex-harper avoided company; he kept to himself, and tried to stay out of the way of other people. Others could not be trusted, with the single exception of Dawson – he’d learned that lesson over and over again. So when a female voice at his side suddenly broke the silence with a greeting, he started, jerking sideways and turning toward the new arrival. Instantly distrust coloured his expression. ”Sure,” he answered – a lie if there ever was one. Of course, Lueke couldn’t find peace anywhere; it was no surprise that the Hatching Grounds weren’t any different. With the other wherhandler always hanging around near Dawson, even the forge could be hit-or-miss.

Finding that he lacked the enthusiasm to run, and she hadn’t given him direct cause to bolt yet, the ex-harper warily returned to the rail, although a couple of feet distant from the shorter girl. Grey eyes stayed fixed in her direction – not on her face, but near her, watching. Presently she was grinning, launching into… whatever it was, exactly, that she was doing. Lueke wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure him, or joking, or trying to find common ground. He paused a moment, pressing his side a little closer against the railing as if trying to hide from the girl.

Did she think he was a candidate? Lueke almost scoffed at the thought. Yeah right. As if he could be. ”Why?” Imagining the future was probably better than lingering in the past as he tended to do, but he sure wasn’t going to bring that up to her. He inched backward, slowly, putting a little more space between them. ”Doesn’t seem to turn out very well.” Pessimism at its finest. Lueke rarely saw the brighter side of things; most of his opinions were shaded darker. One death stuck with him better than two dozen happy Impressions. Any negative impression stayed with him much longer than a good one.

Were most people like that, or was it just him? Hard to be sure. Lueke eyed the girl, now noting the candidate knots on her shoulder. He didn’t wear any; harper knots no longer belonged on him, and he’d no other calling to speak of. Well, at least she was doing something. Presumably. As he always did when someone spoke to him, he wished she’d do whatever she was doing elsewhere. Maybe she’d give him an excuse to leave. So far he didn’t get a bad vibe from her, but what did that ever mean? People could be horrific no matter what you first thought of them.

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The young man started at her presence, and immediately Ever found herself apologizing. "Sorry if I took you by surprise. Hopefully I didn't interrupt..." she trailed off, not entirely sure if he had been deep in thought or perhaps merely lost in speculation. Well, whatever the case may be it couldn't hurt to show the boy some politeness. He looked rather ghastly, in truth. He was as pale as a sheet, and looked a few pounds shy of withering away. Setting her concerns aside, for it wouldn't be kind to go assuming things about the stranger, Ever instead focused on the boys body language. He looked displeased to see her, but some peoples faces were always serious-seeming. Everane didn't often judge a book by its cover. Different wasn't a bad thing, and Lueke had given her no reason to think ill of him. The boys dismissive response made her nod a single time before casting her gaze out over the sea of sand.

Then the small blond was speaking, and Lueke was listening (in some semblance). The boy was soon angling himself away from her, and Everane wondered, idly, if something she had said upset him. No, she hadn't said anything that would, reasonably, cause such a reaction. Deciding that the young man had already been upset, before she arrived, Ever carried on in her usual manner. "Why?" he asked, following with a: "Doesn't seem to turn out very well." What was it, precisely, that he was referring to? Ones future, or hatchings, or both? Straightening up some, Everane turned more towards the young male. "Hope is all that some people have," she reasoned. "Not everything turns out well... no." Pushing away her memories of Laanasuth's keen, Ever peered downward for a moment, but then her calm gaze returned to the stranger. "But there's value in the things that do. Things aren't always fair, and there might not always be an explanation for what happens but... I guess there are just things that matter to me more than the bad. People--dragons even." At that Everane was smiling again, fondly recalling her interactions with Dalibor's senior queen. "There are reasons to be hopeful." Perhaps this boy didn't have any--reasons that is. "Are you a candidate?" she inquired, her tone softening. If he didn't continue to display such standoffish behaviour then, just maybe, she could show him some of her favorite parts of the Weyr. Had he been here long? She began to wonder if the place he had come from had been less than kind to him; such was her reason for having come to Dalibor. Despite Dalibor's poor reputation it wasn't all bad.

Trying her best to keep from asking more questions, Everane elected to introduce herself. Knowing peoples names brought one closer to them, even if only a little. Even if she was the only person he met today, at least it would be one more person that he knew. "I'm Everane by the way." This, too, was said softly. Her grin was back in place, not seeming to realize that her joviality was daunting to the nervous ex-harper. Ever was rarely unhappy, and the sort to bounce back from just about anything. While, on average, she tended to overwhelm some people, she was perceptive enough to realize that Lueke was different. She had met all sorts of people upon coming to the Weyr, and therefore had been given the opportunity to mature. She had a long way to go, but at least she was trying her best.

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Everane had no possible way to know that Lueke was never doing anything that couldn’t be interrupted. His schedule was hardly a busy one, and the endless pessimistic thoughts in his head weren’t that important. At least, they shouldn’t be. Certainly he was rarely able to dismiss his dreary imaginings, but that was his own failing. Lueke only shrugged in response to the girl’s apology, adding a lame, ”you didn’t.” No one standing in an empty room staring at nothing could rightfully accuse someone of interrupting them. He wasn’t even cleaning – just standing, staring, and thinking. Reflexively he pulled his arms in closer to his body, gradually, half turning from the girl as if that would deflect her away. People that noticed such things might have called her cute; she had a bright smile and happy eyes, and the wavy blonde hair atop it all really just set off the image. Even next to him she was small (although she looked pretty healthy); however she seemed to have a personality twice her physical size.

She turned more toward him, and the ex-harper eyed her, squeezing closer to the rail. The girl wasn’t threatening, not really, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be. After his last words he fell silent, gaze straying slightly away from her face as she spoke. Evidently she was one of those peppy optimistic types; he supposed he couldn’t really fault her for it, but he didn’t share her opinions. Lueke lifted a shoulder almost defensively. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what to say. Without telling her something about himself he couldn’t realistically argue with her, and he didn’t want to share anything – not with a stranger. ”Hatchings don’t seem to go well,” was the answer he settled for, because it seemed most appropriate given the setting, and had been the subject of his thoughts before she’d come along. ”Dragons?” His gaze flicked to the knots on her shoulder, questioningly. What dragons? She was a candidate, unless she was a rider masquerading as one. No… surely not. Who in their right mind would do that?

Possibly she wasn’t in her right mind, but who was he to know? ”I’m not anything,” was the only answer he gave. Cheerfulness seemed to be the only emotion she knew (in the two minutes she’d been standing here). Again she was smiling, all but glowing with whatever thoughts were making her so happy. Lueke fidgeted, pulling his sleeves further over bony wrists. She didn’t seem like she was planning to cause trouble. The ex-harper didn’t relax, but the tension in him seemed to soften ever so slightly. ”Lueke.” Why did she look so thrilled to introduce herself? Surely she could see that there was nothing exciting about talking to him. Lueke offered no pleasantries, no ‘nice to meet you’ or similar lines. Only briefly, he met her gaze with his own, and then glanced away, back to the Sands. ”You’re a candidate,” he stated, half wondering if she would come out with ‘no, I just like wearing the knots’ or if she’d chatter on about how great candidacy was. She seemed like the type. Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing, but he just didn’t have the spirit to be so… joyful about everything.

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