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feredarStory: Wait
Year: 987 FY
Characters: Mel Artwick, Lady Riluke
Warnings: References to enslavement and ostracism
Mel had kept to himself since Captain Taz had dropped them off here--most people gave him a wide berth anyway, since it wasn't exactly a secret that he was faithless. But the Glass ambassador had given him a home, at least for as long as Isshiri was staying with her. Which was really all Mel needed, since he planned to leave with him anyway.
Even so, he was surprised when she joined him in the garden where he spent most of his time. She didn't say much of anything, just settled in to sit next to him, watching the sky.
"How is he?" Mel finally asked.
"No change," she said. "I keep thinking that it might help if we got his collar off, after the initial..."
Mel shook his head. He hadn't tried it himself, not yet--he'd been shocked by it once, when he'd been trying to keep floodwaters in his cell block at bay after a particularly bad rainstorm, and that had been bad enough. Captain Taz had told him they'd found out cutting the collars reactivated them and delivered a shock near ten times as strong as the normal one. "It'd prob'ly kill him before it did any good."
"I know," she replied, then sighed. "I just...hate not being able to do anything for him, other than watch."
"Yeah."
She sat silently with him again, then stood up. "Thank you, for listening. And talking me out of it. I'm going to get back to him."
Mel nodded. "Any time."
He watched the sky, listening to her footsteps fade away. His hand drifted up to his collar, wondering how much pain it really would be to cut it. He shook his head and put his hand firmly back in his lap. I'll cut it when Isshiri can.
For now, he would wait.
Year: 987 FY
Characters: Mel Artwick, Lady Riluke
Warnings: References to enslavement and ostracism
Mel had kept to himself since Captain Taz had dropped them off here--most people gave him a wide berth anyway, since it wasn't exactly a secret that he was faithless. But the Glass ambassador had given him a home, at least for as long as Isshiri was staying with her. Which was really all Mel needed, since he planned to leave with him anyway.
Even so, he was surprised when she joined him in the garden where he spent most of his time. She didn't say much of anything, just settled in to sit next to him, watching the sky.
"How is he?" Mel finally asked.
"No change," she said. "I keep thinking that it might help if we got his collar off, after the initial..."
Mel shook his head. He hadn't tried it himself, not yet--he'd been shocked by it once, when he'd been trying to keep floodwaters in his cell block at bay after a particularly bad rainstorm, and that had been bad enough. Captain Taz had told him they'd found out cutting the collars reactivated them and delivered a shock near ten times as strong as the normal one. "It'd prob'ly kill him before it did any good."
"I know," she replied, then sighed. "I just...hate not being able to do anything for him, other than watch."
"Yeah."
She sat silently with him again, then stood up. "Thank you, for listening. And talking me out of it. I'm going to get back to him."
Mel nodded. "Any time."
He watched the sky, listening to her footsteps fade away. His hand drifted up to his collar, wondering how much pain it really would be to cut it. He shook his head and put his hand firmly back in his lap. I'll cut it when Isshiri can.
For now, he would wait.