Post by tovaana on Oct 2, 2022 14:27:42 GMT -5
[2762] 10th Pass, 7th Turn, 3rd Month
Cionessan;
He’d done it. He’d walked. He was a journeyman. Even while he'd been prodded and poked on many accounts – from the friends who had tried to distract him, from non-friends who made fun of him for his work ethic, but now they couldn’t argue with the results. He was a journeyman harper… and that was just the beginning. There was some surprise when he’d asked if he could start out in Mavros, working his journey from there to the rest of Pern… but they could only assume it was because it was where his family had relocated to… unfortunately. Cionessan agreed with them to an extent, as it was not the most prestigious location, but the potential…that was what required a skilled and imaginative mind to be able to see what Mavros could be. Or maybe forced Cion to see, since his father, twin, and other siblings were there now for the unforeseeable future. He’d make the most of it, though. He would, they’d just see him help Mavros’ reputatation.
There was the smallest part of him that was still disgusted, but there was no use dwelling on it, not when there was so much work to do.
“Can’t wait to tell Lounessa.”
Lo’qui didn’t respond, only smiled absentmindedly. “I’m proud of you, son.”
He smirked lightly, keeping to himself the reality that his father had done absolutely nothing to ensure his success. But he’d let his father be proud, he was a bronze rider as it was, and Cionessan couldn’t ignore that he did find some pride in that part of his legacy.
“I’ll need a word with B’rax. Maybe Melana as well, you’re her friend, right? You could put in a good word for me.”
“Hmm, we haven’t talked much since she became Weyrwoman.” He mused, the older man’s focus wavering as he heard the ‘business’ in his son’s voice. Politics were not Lo’qui’s favorite thing, and somehow he had brought up a son who wanted to stick his nose right into it.
"It might be good time to fix that, then? Yes?”
Lo’qui grinned at him. “I say you do one thing at a time. Get that meeting with B’rax, if that’s what you want.”
“Are you patronizing me?”
“Me, your father?” He winked at him, but his face betrayed a sort of tiredness. “I’m not so interested in what your goals are here son. I’ll support you in your endeavors – “ He shook his head and held out a hand to cut Cionessan off, already hearing the argument. “In things that don’t interfere with my personal life.”
“You’re a bronzerider, father. You should find these things important. It’s your choice of course.” He flipped patronizing words at his father and quickly continued. “I’ll definitely want to get to know the white rider and white dragon, they may be the redemption of Mavros.”
It was lucky they were up in the air, where Lo’qui could let the wind take the words and let them fly by, focusing on their landing in Mavros. “Where would your highness like to be dropped off?”
“Where we usually land.” He said dismissively, and Lo'qui felt his son’s irritation. And Cionessan was irritated. His father hadn’t been in their lives much when they were younger, and he felt like his father didn’t quite understand him, not like he understood his sister, just because she wanted to be like him and Cion didn’t.
As Cionessan took the rope ladder off of Lo’qui, his father opened his mouth to say something when the teenager looked up at him, but Cion cut him off.
“One day you’ll take me seriously.”
Lo’qui sighed, but only smiled lightly. “One day you’ll see I do.” He muttered, unaware that his son had heard him, despite the low tones. He tossed Cion’s bags down at him before launching off toward his own weyr, watching as his son charged toward a weyr opening without looking back.
