Post by Esko on Jul 13, 2020 11:35:52 GMT -5
Skies were blue and air was beautiful over Tidewalk Hold proper. Regular people were out and about, carrying on whatever business their walks of life called for them to perform. Besides political tension that everyone had gotten used to feeling by now, with the looming threat of their beholden Weyr struggling to keep itself together, it was a lovely day. In the Lord Holder's residence, such political tension was much more apparent. And yet the youngest members of the household were impervious to its effects.
Delvirin, unfortunately, was being dragged right into it.
He wasn't typically one to doze off during a lesson, and yet too many thoughts were swirling in his head to be calmed enough for focus. Virrinel was growing and getting stronger, developing just as a healthy babe should. It fueled his hope that he could soon be gallivanting off to Mavros, off to Impress a dragon of his own. He'd catch the Searchdragon occasionally in the air over Tidewalk and be captivated. Constantly thinking of the green who'd given the news of his worthiness for Impression and how elated it made him feel. How much he missed Novarel- well, it was No'va now, which was strangely fitting. He was a big brownrider now, and hopefully they would meet again at Mavros. All he wanted was to be there.
But the one thing he couldn't gather up the courage to do was ask. He went over ever possible answer in his head. Virrinel was still too young. They had to wait. And then Viri imagined himself waiting for Turns yet, until suddenly he aged out and his father was the new Lord of Tidewalk. And then he'd be named heir apparent, and-
"Delvirin?" The soft voice roused him from his daydreams, and he returned to Wigal, the Harper who oversaw his non-Hold related education. "Delvirin, is something wrong?"
A few seconds of blinking, and hesitantly he shook his head. "No, no sir. Nothing's wrong." Wigal definitely didn't believe it, his brows furrowed out of pure, concentrated concern.
"Delvirin, I have been teaching you for over two Turns now. You're a good student. This is unlike you." Though whether or not it was meant to do so, it made Viri feel terrible. He was an awful liar and didn't like doing so, but the truth also didn't feel right to tell. Everyone expected him to be eager and welcoming of these new responsibilities that were placed upon him, not knowing or caring to understand that he didn't want any of it. Wigal was no different, probably. "I just have a lot of thoughts, sir."
"I understand." Wigal nodded. "There has been a lot going on, and you are still a boy yet. Well, I cannot force the absorption of knowledge when there is so much on your mind. We will continue with this subject tomorrow." In one movement he closed the folder of hides before rising to leave the room. Startled by this unprecedented move, Viri began to blubber and worry. Was that even an option? This had never happened before. It was always the structure to have a certain lesson for a certain amount of time. What did he do?
"N-nono, I'm okay now!" He stammered, but Wigal wouldn't have it. He left the room wordlessly, and the boy suddenly felt wracked with guilt. Why did he say that? That wasn't a good move, and now he felt horribly out of place. Wigal would tell his father, and then Delvish would pry into the reasons why his lesson was cancelled early. Groaning, Viri covered his face with his hands and leaned forward. There would surely be questions at dinner. And now he didn't know how he'd address the question to his father. But he had to ask soon; he just wasn't sure how.
Delvirin, unfortunately, was being dragged right into it.
He wasn't typically one to doze off during a lesson, and yet too many thoughts were swirling in his head to be calmed enough for focus. Virrinel was growing and getting stronger, developing just as a healthy babe should. It fueled his hope that he could soon be gallivanting off to Mavros, off to Impress a dragon of his own. He'd catch the Searchdragon occasionally in the air over Tidewalk and be captivated. Constantly thinking of the green who'd given the news of his worthiness for Impression and how elated it made him feel. How much he missed Novarel- well, it was No'va now, which was strangely fitting. He was a big brownrider now, and hopefully they would meet again at Mavros. All he wanted was to be there.
But the one thing he couldn't gather up the courage to do was ask. He went over ever possible answer in his head. Virrinel was still too young. They had to wait. And then Viri imagined himself waiting for Turns yet, until suddenly he aged out and his father was the new Lord of Tidewalk. And then he'd be named heir apparent, and-
"Delvirin?" The soft voice roused him from his daydreams, and he returned to Wigal, the Harper who oversaw his non-Hold related education. "Delvirin, is something wrong?"
A few seconds of blinking, and hesitantly he shook his head. "No, no sir. Nothing's wrong." Wigal definitely didn't believe it, his brows furrowed out of pure, concentrated concern.
"Delvirin, I have been teaching you for over two Turns now. You're a good student. This is unlike you." Though whether or not it was meant to do so, it made Viri feel terrible. He was an awful liar and didn't like doing so, but the truth also didn't feel right to tell. Everyone expected him to be eager and welcoming of these new responsibilities that were placed upon him, not knowing or caring to understand that he didn't want any of it. Wigal was no different, probably. "I just have a lot of thoughts, sir."
"I understand." Wigal nodded. "There has been a lot going on, and you are still a boy yet. Well, I cannot force the absorption of knowledge when there is so much on your mind. We will continue with this subject tomorrow." In one movement he closed the folder of hides before rising to leave the room. Startled by this unprecedented move, Viri began to blubber and worry. Was that even an option? This had never happened before. It was always the structure to have a certain lesson for a certain amount of time. What did he do?
"N-nono, I'm okay now!" He stammered, but Wigal wouldn't have it. He left the room wordlessly, and the boy suddenly felt wracked with guilt. Why did he say that? That wasn't a good move, and now he felt horribly out of place. Wigal would tell his father, and then Delvish would pry into the reasons why his lesson was cancelled early. Groaning, Viri covered his face with his hands and leaned forward. There would surely be questions at dinner. And now he didn't know how he'd address the question to his father. But he had to ask soon; he just wasn't sure how.