Consolation's Noonday

Xanadu Weyr - Siebith's Weyrbarn

Covered in rough, weathered wood, aged by the weather and the sun, the irregular grayed clapboards outside of this weyrbarn lend the place has a rustic, masculine charm. White shutters and window boxes overflowing with brightly-hued tangles of flowers on the lower windows and flowering vines twine about the supports for the porch overhang add a feminine touch, softening the stark stone steps leading to it.

The worn stone floor of Siebith's area is just inside the large sliding door. The living area of the weyrbarn has an open, airy layout gives the utilitarian, bachelor-like plain white-washed walls and simple hardwood floors a sense of wide open spaces. A sturdy mahogany-toned table with chairs that somehow manage to match despite their variety accent the earthy, wooden tones of the kitchenette. The same dark reddish hues are in the door at the far side of the barn, as well as in the low-slung coffee table in front of the plush, worn couch. Dusky sea-blue rugs are scattered here and there. Dark golden curtains hang on either side of the many windows and partition off the loft up above, led to by a black wrought iron set of ladder-like stairs. Lilies arranged in glass vases on the tables provide a crisp of white counterpoint to the dark wood tones.

A new addition, the bedroom has walls of the same plain white, but the floors are made of newer wood, still shiny with polish. A four-poster bed of the same red mahogany takes up the most of one wall of the small space, a blue-and-cream linen coverlet spread on the wide mattress. A set of wooden bureaus take up the bulk of the wall opposite while another wall has been painted upon in the very center with a seascape mural, its crisp blue waters and sandy shores. The final wall is graced by a feminine-looking writing desk stacked with papers and bedecked with knick-knacks. Over the bed, a set of stained-glass windows allows golden-brown light mingled with white whorls and blue haze to shine into the room with the rising of the sun, though both panes are able to be unlocked and swung wide to accept lake breezes.

Just afternoon finds D'had back at the weyrbarn. Windows are thrown open to let in the cool breezes that come down the road off the water. His putting things together for lunch isn't exactly quiet, rather its opening cupboards, closing cupboards and opening them again in search of what he's looking for. Trying though. His riding jacket, not exactly needed for anything else at this time of the year, is hanging on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. On the table, a delicate, silver chain.

"Donn?" A sleep-furred voice sounds faintly from the bedroom. Thea's apparently been lying down, unusual for her in the middle of the day. Silent footfalls from bare feet as she enters the living area from the bedroom still clad in one of D'had's t-shirts, blinking sleep out of her eyes and pushing her hair out of her face. "Lookin' for something?" She moves to his side, slipping her arms around him. Getting in his way and not remorseful about it at all.

D'had hms, turning towards the sound of Thea's voice. "Naah," he replies to that question. "Just tryin' to figure out what's for lunch." In other words, he doesn't know what he's looking for just yet. She's getting in the way, yes, but he's not exactly complaining about it either, lifting one arm to drape it over her shoulders.

Thea stands on tiptoe briefly to brush a soft kiss on D'had's cheek, contentment in the hazy pale green of her eyes close to his brown ones for the moment she is there. Lips against his skin are warm, perhaps warmer than they ought to be, but it could just be the relentless heat they're all baking in. "Hmm, there's sliced meat and cheese in the cooler, fruit… or, ooh! Some of that shellfish stew I brought from the tavern last night. Easy to heat up."

D'had smirks a smile for that kiss, turning once she pulls back to return it with one to her cheek. "Hmm…" a glance towards the cooler, "Well what you want? Can get somethin' for you too."

"What I want isn't in that cooler," lips twitch into an enticing smile. Thea doesn't tug him towards the bedroom however. The man wants food. "Whatever you’re having. I'm not all that hungry, to be honest. This heat…" She slips away to one of the cupboards, grabs two glasses, peeking over a shoulder at him as one hand hovers over the dishes, "Bowls or plates?"

D'had chuckles. "Well then…" he taunts with a smirk. "Let me grab a sandwich and we'll have to see about that." Sandwich is cold, and given the heat that's preferable. "So plates," he adds in answer to the question, turning to collect the things from the cooler.

"If you must." Thea's mock-pouting at the delay, collecting the plates with a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. Sandwiches are also faster! That cupboard door is shut and along with the glasses dishes are taken to the table. A beam of sunlight catches the sliver necklace lying there, casting a glitter that catches her eyes. "What's this?" Surprised dismay laces the question as dishes are set onto the table with a thump. She turns to D'had with the chain in her fingers, puzzled. "Where did you get this?"

The necklace looks valuable. It is finely-wrought silver with tiny beads of golden topaz spaced along the chain. In between each topaz bead there is a tiny rose carved from silver cunningly fashioned to be part of the chain itself.

"Hey, you weren't the one who was on sweeps this morning. I was," D'had points out with a laugh. But yes, yes they are. Faster that is. The meat and cheese found and the door closed he turns to add them to the table, stopped short by that question from Thea. "A necklace…" he states the obvious.

"I… know." Those two words are strangled-sounding as Thea looks not at the necklace, but at D'had with a large-eyed and troubled gaze, the color has drained from her face. She sways, then sits suddenly in one of the chairs as if her legs simply won't hold her up anymore. She repeats her voice cracking, "Where did you get this?"

D'had blinks, setting lunch on the table and moving around to her side. Concerned. "Healer was in this morning. Said it was yours," he replies, a touch hesitant to answer the question given her current reaction. "Didn't know if I was gonna give it to ya just yet but…"

"Wasn't mine," Thea's voice is low, distressed. She drops her head, one finger lightly touching one of the silver roses, "I had it, but it was never mine." She's upset, breathing faster, speaking aloud to herself, "Why did he do that? Give it to you?" She lifts her head meeting D'had's eyes, "Tenebrous gave you this." Not a question, that. Lips and eyes harden a touch, "What sort of game is he playing at?"

D'had drops down to kneel beside her, hands resting on her knees, keeping his eyes on hers. "He said it was special to you once. Didn't think he should have it anymore." That much is relinquished uncertainly. "I'm sorry."

Thea blinks at D'had as he kneels, her eyes remain locked on his and in hers there is stark fear as she whispers, "I'm… afraid of him, Donn. He plays these mind games…" She shakes her head, "No need to be sorry. You couldn't know." She drops her gaze back to the necklace in her fingers. "It was never special. It was… a painful reminder of might-have-been." Her eyes lift to his, she raises a hand to run her fingers through D’had’s dark hair absently, "I should explain." Her voice is drained of emotion, "Back when I was packing, during the time right after my head injury-" Her darkened eyes carefully watch his reaction, "I was packing stuff and found this necklace among some of Enkavir's stuff. He'd never mentioned it. I didn't know why he'd had it or what he'd planned to do with it." She shrugs, "I assume he'd meant to surprise me with it one day, but never did."

D'had nods slightly, "He mentioned him too," he replies at the mention of Enkavir's name. "Sorry if it brought bad memories. Didn't know what I was gonna do with it just yet. Didn't mean for you ta see it." Not right now at any rate. One hand lifts to her cheek in the process of speaking the words. "Don't be scared babe. We've got each other."

Thea winces at that apology, "You couldn't know, but -he- did!" Her mouth presses in a firm line, "This is what I mean by him playing games, Donn. He knew exactly what it would do." She leans into that hand on her cheek, a gentle smile curves her lips, "I know we do." She slides off her chair to and curls into him, wrapping her arms tightly about him. Her body is trembling.

D'had curls his arms around her, pulling her to him even as she slides down into his lap. "And I shoulda known better than to leave it layin around til I knew what I was doin with it."

"No, no, see?" Thea moans from where she's dropped her head on D'had's shoulder, "He -knew- you didn't!" She draws a breath, able to continue, "He'd made so much of being my friend, asked what I needed. So I asked him to take the necklace away- gave him that rug from in front of my fireplace, to take away too-" She lifts her head and grins impishly, "Remember the one I shot full of bolts with my crossbow?" Her grin fades as quickly as it appeared, "That rug, also was a painful reminder." Abnormally frank for Thea, she tells him, "Kav made love to me for the first time on that rug. That's why I shot it up. Mad cos he left without sayin’." She flashes D’had an apologetic look for the telling of that. "I needed to let go of the past and we were making a new start. I didn't want those things around. Never wanted to see them again!" She mutters, "I told Teneborus to find some pretty girl and give the necklace to her."

"Well don't think about it too hard," D'had comments. "I'm sorry I brought it back. Leave it. I'll take care of it." He nods for the story of the rug, none too pleased at hearing said story and she should be able to pick up on that much easily enough. "Shh.." he tries to comfort smoothing a hand through her hair.

Thea snuggles close as that hand runs through her hair, "You knew we were weyrmates," she murmurs soothingly to him. "Donn." She reaches for him with both hands, turning his face so she can look into his eyes, "You should know I never told Tenebrous why I didn't want the rug. But it's not seeing the necklace that's upsetting me so. It's more this… game of finding you and trying to… taint what we have." His promise to take care of it does have the effect of calming her and she drops her head back to his shoulder, "I'm sorry I made such a mess of things stayin' up there in that cave, Donn. I'm so sorry."

D'had shakes his head. "Ran into him. Even if he was lookin' for me wasn't planned findin' me. None of this your fault babe." He continues to gently pet her head. "It’s alright." He's trying to be reassuring at least.

"Don't be so sure," Thea mutters darkly. "He could have sent it in with his apprentice, my friend Phylicia. He knows what he's doing." Her arms tighten around him and she relaxes finally with a long breath out. "There's no one else I trust as much as you, Donn." Meaning she's not going to worry about it anymore and yes, she's reassured. After a time she lifts her head gives him a quizzical look, "You still hungry?" The faint smile that accompanies her question leaving no doubt she's still waiting for him to satisfy hers.

D'had simply continues that petting for awhile. "Love ya babe," he offers in reply to her remark of trust. A chuckle follows that last question however, a smirk echoing that faint smile of hers. "Suppose I /could/ wait a bit longer…"

Thea is happy to lead Donn astray for awhile and it's not all that much longer until the both of them are once again back to that table to feast on sandwiches made all the better for a little exercise to whet the appetite. Though likely both will be taking a swim to cool off after lunch since things are so hot today…

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