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1. [DL-D] - JP - Embracing with the Circle of Understanding
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Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2004 18:47:40 -0700
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-D] - JP - Embracing with the Circle of Understanding
Early Afternoon
Medical Center
Weya's Room
Weya lay quietly in the darkened room and pondered the events of the
previous night. She knew that sometime she would have to face Dante
and the
others with what she had done. Not that what she had done was all
that
terrible. But, it had been flawed, and she hoped that Adams had
spoken the
truth and he was truly on the mend.
Weya felt tired and her arm throbbed with a dull ache from the
suturing that
Adams had done when she collapsed and fainted. Weya had been tempted
to
remove the stitches and let it heal the proper way. She did not think
Adams
or Panda would allow that. So she left it alone, and took no herbs
for the
pain. Part of her discipline she figured.
She wondered how Dante would feel towards her now. He seemed to have
been
growing closer and she had liked the way she felt when she was with
him.
But, somehow she had not been able to explain why she had taken this
great
trial upon her, they did not seem to understand the need to complete
and
finish a blood oath. If she could not make them understand, then how
would
they be able to explain it to Dante.
She wondered what Dante's sister and his only kin would think of this,
and
of her. She closed her eyes and tried to retrace her steps, and see
where
it was she had gone wrong.
She got tired of trying to figure out what it was she missed. Perhaps
it
was meant to be discovered. Perhaps the Gods had heard the prayers
and
brought them in to make sure he lived, and he would know the secrets
that
she carried.
Maybe this was not so bad after all. If he did take a turn for the
worse,
she had completed the ritual, and so was safe from that burden. She
lit the
lamp by her bed, and took out the book Adams had given her to try to
read.
~Dante's Apartment~
Dante woke up with a start. Something had woken him, but he was not
sure
what it was. He rubbed his head and got up. Taking a quick shower he
got
out and got dressed. He slid on his boots and headed out the door.
Jacks
was sitting there, he too was waking up.
*How's my boy doing?*
Jacks slowly opened an eye. [Good.though your two fur balls decided
to
sleep with me. Look] He lifted up his wing and there curled up next
to
Jacks tail was Night and Galowyne.
*Well, they like you*
[I'm thrilled. DO you want down?]
*Yeah, if you don't mind*
[I need to get up anyway] Jacks looked down at his fur balls and
poked at
them with his tail. He growled softly. Night raised his head and
looked at
him. Jacks knew how the little beasts could be gotten up and moved.
Both
Night and Galowyne stretched and got up and slowly moved into Dante's
apartment. Jacks then helped Dante down to the ground and with a
goodbye
headed towards the lake for a dip.
Dante hurried along the green to the med-center. He waved and smiled
at a
few people along the way. As he entered the building he glanced down
the
hall towards S'than's room. He hoped his sister didn't hate him too
bad.
With a twist of the heel he headed towards Weya. As he rounded to her
door
he saw that the lamp was lit. He knew she was reading, so he slowly
stepped
in. "Well, I see you're catching up on your homework."
Weya looked up and smiled softly as Dante appeared in her doorway.
She
nodded and closed the book and left it on her lap with her hands on
it.
"Did ya sleep well?" she asked softly. She could tell by the worry on
his
face that he had heard, or at least heard something about last night.
She
glanced to where his gaze had drifted. She looked away and waited for
his
response. She felt bad that she had placed him in this situation.
"Me, I slept well." He walked over and pulled a chair along with him
and sat
down. "Now, nothing more about me; tell me how you hurt your arm?
Cause I
know the last time I saw you, you didn't have a gash on your arm." He
asked
looking at her, his face flushed with worry and concern.
Weya studied his face and countenance and took a deep slow breath and
then
let it out again.
"Tis rather hard ta explain.' She answered. "Tis part of a blood oath
and
blood debt I took and it needed ta be taken care of." She began.
"I have carried that oath for a long time, and well, when his ghost
came ta
my room, right after the . . ." she drew quiet and it appeared as if
she
began to withdraw and shrink inside of herself. She fought the urge
to
shed the tears she felt behind her lids, and she warred with herself
to
fight the craven fear she felt. She could not show any fear, no more
than
those creatures showed any mercy.
"I had ta return the pendant given ta me, to give it ta him before he
crossed over. I." She paused "I. I just tried ta prepare him for his
ancestors tis all. I could not shame him before his ancestors without
knowin who and what he be." She tried to explain, and not
understanding why
it seemed so hard for the others to understand something so very plain
and
simple.
He could see that look in her eyes. That look of frustration he had
seen
before when she struggled with something. "Can you tell me who HE
is?"
Dante encouraged her while taking a hold of her hand. "And, just to
let you
know, I believe you, a hundred and ten percent."
"The one in the room." she tried again. "His ghost came ta me, and
shamed
me. For I had not tried ta find him, ta speak of the .the things he
needed
ta know." She tried again. "I had ta perform the sacred rite of
passin, so
he would not be shamed in front of his ancestors. I gave back that
which he
gave me." She answered.
Dante nodded his head. Though he had no clue to what she was talking
about.
"Ok, So, what happens now?" he asked gently sensing deep emotions from
within her.
Weya smiled wistfully and shrugged. "I be not too sure. I know that
Adams
wishes me ta stay in my room for a day or two." She answered. "Is
everyone
talkin about it?" she asked afraid of the answer, but needing to know
anyway. She needed to know what the others were saying. She needed
to know
if she were a burden to Dante, or a help. She knew he was torn with
his
duty to her, and his duty, love and honor to his only blood kin.
She quietly wondered if they would ask her to leave, since they did
not seem
to understand what it was she was doing. And Weya was at a loss of
how to
explain such a vital and important ceremony to those who did not seem
to
understand her ways. She glanced up from the corner of her eyes and
saw
what she thought was a sadden look on Dante's face. She would wait for
him
to leave before she would show any emotion of her true feelings.
"Well, I know the people who know about it are not thrilled. Everyone
doesn't understand." He looked at her and thought at the same moment.
*Everyone AND me*
"I know that Evadne is not overly thrilled." He rubbed his head. He
knew
someone else who was not happy about the whole thing, but he was not
about
to bother Weya with it. He wanted her to relax, to rest, and get
better.
He wanted her out of this place.
"Now, that I know something, I'll make sure everyone knows. Adams is
doing
the same and so is that Palace guy." Dante did not really know him or
anything about him. He remembered Weya speaking of him as one of
those in
the city that had rescued her from a curious situation. Dante had
also
noticed him around Weya all the time. "So, you have no need to worry.
If
anyone bothers you, you tell me and I'll take care of them!" He
flexed and
smiled at her.
Weya chuckled softly and nodded. "Thank ya Dante." She looked up at
him.
"Altho I don't want ya takin the heat for me." She spoke quickly.
"Twould
not be right." She added.
"How is Night?" she asked. "He was such a help ta me last night." She
offered. "Be it the reason he was not here earlier? Are they keepin
him
outta here as well?"
He laughed. "I think they are always trying to keep him out. He is
with
Galowyne at our place. They were asleep with Jacks this afternoon."
Dante
thought for a moment.
"He seems to be doing good, he makes his rounds and either stays here
or at
the apartment with Gal."
"How is she doin?" Weya asked Dante about the female wolf. "Be she
doin
ok?" Weya was excited about the thought of the pups, and that Dante
had
promised her pick of the litter. She stole a glance at him and when
he
caught her he smiled back at her.
"Yeah, she is getting along good." He spoke up and moved his hand up
her
lower arm until it touched the bandage. He felt her flinch just
slightly
and he stopped but never losing the eye contact he gingerly turned
back the
edge of the wrappings and looked underneath.
"WEYA!" he exclaimed as he saw the wound. He moved closer. "What did
you
do?" he asked full of concern. "This is.but it is so.why did you?" was
all
he could managed to get out. He just did not understand why she had
done
this. He did not want to upset her, and yet he wanted to shake her
and
demand why. What would have caused someone to cut themselves in that
way
for a ceremony to prepare for burial?
Weya tried to pull back, sensing in him the strong emotions of anger
and
frustration and she knew that although he spoke the words, a part of
his
heart did not believe in them.
She felt the hot tears sting her lids and she willed herself not to
shed
them, not here, not in front of him. She suddenly felt empty and sad,
that
altho he tried with all his might, he did not understand, and she did
not
know how to explain. She felt at that moment like they were each
standing
on a cliff and a great deep chasm separated them. She did not like how
it
made her feel, but did not have the tools to bring them closer.
He looked at the wound on her arm. Adams, he took a guess, had
stitched her
up. Though, it looked like it had been picked at. He admitted to
himself
that he had no clue what Weya was talking about, blood oath. What kind
of
oath makes you take a slice out of your arm. He leaned forward and
gently,
ever so lightly kissed the wound and replaced the bandage back over it
and
lightly pressed it to make sure it stayed on. He looked at her and
could see
that her eyes were watered over. He was a little worried about her,
but he
didn't know what to do or what to say. This was the first time
he felt so distant from her, she felt so far away from him. And it
sucked.
He wanted to understand, but it was hard to understand why someone
would cut
their arm.
"Oh ....Weya, I'm sorry I don't understand what you have done. It's
hard for
me." He looked at her with pleading eyes. "I just don't like the
thought of
you hurting yourself; or getting hurt in general. What would have
happen if
you had hit a main vein and bled to death? I don't know what I would
do if
something bad happen to you."
Weya just looked at him as the words he spoke slowly penetrated her
brain.
"Though I don't understand it, I'll still stand by your side. You will
have
to do the talking. I'll sit, smile and nod my head." He thought for a
moment. "I know you will have to explain this to the Warrenlady, or
someone
will. How things end up will depend on her." He wondered if he had a
hard
time understanding it, would Thea?
Weya continued to keep her gaze on Dante, to study his face, his
features,
his eyes and the pain and frustration behind them as he too struggled
to try
to understand what had happened.
"I would not have bled ta death." She whispered softly. "I was
trained well
by my Grandmother before her crossin." She explained searching his
eyes for
any hint of that new look that had begun to fill his eyes whenever he
was
with her. She missed that look, she felt safe when she saw it.
Dante moved from the chair to the bed, to be closer to her and not
lose the
only connection he had right now, which was her hands and arm in his.
"Why would your grandmother teach you to cut yourself?" he asked
gently. He
remembered bits and pieces of conversations about her grandparents,
and some
of their ways, but she had never said or mentioned anything that would
explain this.
"She was a . . . I don't know what ta call it in your tongue." She
replied
frustrated again, "I only know it in their tongue." She looked up
into his
loving gaze.
"Then, tell me what it is in your words." He answered simply and
smiled
encouragingly to her. "Teach me Weya, please." He pleaded.
Weya nodded and smiled softly. "She was a Dain Nareem." She told him,
the
strange words rolling off her tongue with ease and the exotic sounds
echoed
through out the room. Dante smiled and nodded his head to let her
know he
wished to hear more.
"She knew the magic of healin. She could also speak with the spirits
and
knew their ways." She continued. "She taught me some of the ways,
that be
needed ta know."
"But, why did you cut yourself? How did that help S'than?" Dante
asked.
What kind of a healer would cut themselves to heal another? He
wondered. He
was glad she was explaining, but still the answers she gave made no
sense.
He wanted to be sure and to understand so he could help her explain it
to
the others.
"Tis the way." She answered. "He be dyin, and needed ta have the.he
needed
ta know who he be, so he could meet his ancestors." She answered.
Dante smiled and nodded, and tried not to show his frustration as she
seemed
to go full circle and return to the starting place. He reached up and
brushed a loose strand from her face, her beautiful face, and those
eyes he
could sit for hours and just get lost in.
"But, why did you have to hurt yourself?" he asked again caressing her
face.
She closed her eyes for a moment as his hand caressed her and she
opened
them to look into his eyes.
"Tis what ya need ta use ta make the magic work." She explained. "Ta
make
the magic stronger ya use thy life force."
Dante leaned in and took her in an embrace and held her. It made
sense,
well kinda, but still, she had only tried to help S'than, not harm
him. He
felt her relax and lean into him. He sat quietly enjoying the feeling
of
her in his arms. He was not prepared to feel her sobs, before he
heard
them.
His eyes flashed open and looked at the women he was holding. He
didn't know
what to do, she was crying and at that moment he too almost felt like
crying. So many things were happing at once; he felt so lost and yet
to be
parted from her was something he did not even wish to contemplate.
For now
he held the women he felt so deeply for in his arms. He kissed the top
of
her head. He gave her a tight squeeze. "Everything will be ok, I
promise."
He whispered softly and held her closer. "Everything will be fine
once I
get you home, like it use to be." Dante softly kissed her tears away.
He
shut his eyes and held her.
After a time of gentle rocking, caressing her hair, and just holding
her, he
felt the soft sobbing cease. The peace that filled the space where
the
grief once was, was now a comfortable place and Dante did not wish to
let
her go. So, in the comfortable peaceful eye of the storm, they clung
to one
another and relished the gift that had been given them.
[TAG- Eddie - How will Thea react to the news in Adams' report. Will
S'than
visit her when he is stronger to talk over about that night?]
[SUMMARY]
Weya goes over in her head all the things from the previous night to
see if
anything she could have done to have it turn out different. She comes
to
the conclusion she did her best and perhaps the Gods had a reason.
Dante awakes and makes his way to Weya's room to talk with her and try
to
learn what happened and why. Weya does her best to explain. Dante is
shocked at the self-inflicted wound on her arm and questions her.
Again
Weya does her best to explain.
Both feeling lost Dante holds her and tells her everything will be all
right
and Weya releases some of her pent up emotions. Dante comforts her
the best
he can.
Respectfully submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka Weya
&
Katie Mae
Aka Dante, Jacks and Nightbreed.
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