Title: Take Two
Author: Sam
Series: A WeyrHarper's Repertoire: 11 of 14
Note: C'rus has a surprising re-encounter with an old friend. Based on The Sequel by Harry Chapin.
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...She's
in her strict, cold cothold,
Where she acts as if she belongs.
And
me, I have my dragon of bronze
Sitting on my desk all day long...
The
patrol I was flying finished early
Had the rest of the afternoon
free
Flew on down towards Igen Hold lands
There was someone
there I had to see
I
thought I should show off my wing group
Or maybe just bring a
friend
Finally I decided to just go myself
After all, I was
alone in the end
Ten
turns past I'd failed Impression
And the dragon I had was made of
stone
Now I'm soaring on my companion
Going about a league from
Igen Hold
Still
cold and strict was the cothold
And an old man wouldn't let me in
the door
He frowned and snorted when I talked to him
Said "She
left and won't come back no more."
As
I turned to mount my dragon
He called out to me from his place
"I
know just where she's living now,
But I doubt you'd know her
face."
We
flew on up to the main Hold
To a small cot off the long track
The
place was full of colors
And children's songs issued from the back
When
she opened the door it was like breathing
An old familiar scent
from the past
She laughed and placed a hand on my arm
My old
friend had returned at last
"C'rus,
I didn't see you coming.
Did you come for the gather this time?"
I
shook my head and took her hand
"I came for you, Rae; do
you mind?...
...I hope you really don't mind."
She
said "I've seen you on patrol with your brown."
"It's
not always great," I replied.
She shook her head, and
with a smile, she laughed
"I somehow expected you'd lie."
"I
thought you were training as a Harper."
"I never
made it past the door."
I asked was it her songs I heard
that day
She said "I don't write songs anymore...
...I just don't write anymore."
We
talked about her children
About how they made her smile
We
talked about where the turns had ended up
And where we were all
the while
We
couldn't find enough time to talk about
All the many things we
wanted to say
We talked until we ran out of words
And they
started getting in the way
I
wanted her to visit Ista Weyr
She said "I can't, my
children need me."
I asked, "Rae, Why do we keep
on saying goodbye?"
She said "C'rus, some
things have to be."
I
won't think about what happened next
Or tell which one of us
cried
I won't talk about the decisions we made
If I let myself
think, I'd cry
And
that night as I sat and ate
I thought about all we'd shared
And
how she's soaring all by herself
And how I perform in the air
It's
the second chapter in our story
And a song about all life could
be
Thinking about whatever you dream
And remembering just what
you've seen...
...It's the tale of someone's dream.
Continued in Chapter Fourteen: Trusting Faith
