Logs:AU - If Dragons Didn't Land
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| RL Date: 12 February, 2013 |
| Who: Z'ian, Alek |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: If the search dragons never landed to pick up Zachrian, what direction his life would have taken instead. |
| Where: Somewhere outside of High Reaches Hold |
| When: Turn 15 |
| Weather: Snow |
| It had been a particularly brutal night, but it wasn't any different from usual. Alek had been the punching bag again; Zach had tried to get in the way. He'd received a solid blow to the face from the raging drunk. Their mother had tried to intervene; she was the only one who could ever mollify him. Even if it was just a little. Just enough to give them a moments grace to get out of his way. Zachrian stood outside the gates of the Hold, shielding his eyes from the sky as the dragons flew by overhead. He could hear his father's gruff voice speaking in that short abrupt fashion he'd always had. His hand unconsciously went to the fading purple-yellow mark on his jaw, sighing a little sadly when the riders passed on to some other place. He felt a tinge of loss, but he shrugged it off. Not practical. Damn stupid dreams, anyway. It's what he would say. He. He cast a sidelong glance towards the man, waited patiently for him finish his business. He didn't want to wait, he wanted to leave. After dinner, they'd retired to the small room that they shared together. Alek sat up with the dimming basket of glows at the end of his bed. "Zach, we can just go. There are these, these guys that I know. We can go tonight." He knew all about these people that the skinnier, taller brother knew. There was a churning in his gut as he glanced past him to the door, the light that spilled in from underneath. "What about her? We can't leave her here with him." Alek shook his head, bit his lip. "We can't help her, she wants to stay. What do we do, rot too? Endure it because that's how she wants to live?" He glanced away, his eyes going to the door as well. "I'm going, little brother. You can come with me, but it's tonight. We're sailing out, going south." He didn't say anything in response; he just shifted his gaze from that harsh light on the ground to the other boy's face. Later when he heard the sound of the window being pushed quietly open in the late hours of the night, Zachrian scrambled out of bed. He grabbed his worn boots and heavily patched jacket. "Wait- Alek." He pushed the door to their room open and his mother was asleep on the small, sofa. The gangly teen inched his way across to her and planted a soft kiss on her forehead while she slept. Swallowing hard, he allowed a very quiet, "I'm sorry. We'll be back, promise." Out the window he slipped, his brother's hand helping him down. |
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K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 12 Feb 2013 20:33:42 GMT.
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Ooh. I love the backstory in this.
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 13 Feb 2013 09:36:31 GMT.
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D: Oh no. Z'ian had a rougher childhood than even I thought. <3 Poor baboo.
Though~ I wonder what kind of adventures AU Zachrian must have gotten up to, after. :D Great stuff!
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