[Pan] Over It

[Arcane]

It had been a month since Pyeta had seen a woman die. A full month. She was...buried, or however weyrfolk laid their dead to rest. Pyeta hadn't been able to bring himself to ask.

He should have been over it. A month was long enough, to move on, to forget, to focus again on the things candidates did.

He shouldn't still have been dreaming of it or seeing it replay in his mind, in the moments of stillness and quiet.

So he tried not to let himself be still or be quiet.

"Pyeri!" Pyeta knocked on his brother's door. There was still a candlemark and a half until light's out, "Care to go build a snowman?"

It was winter and it was snowing. The woman had died in broad daylight. The weyr was no less safe in the dark. They had built snowmen together when they were boys. It had been too long.