Logs:An Accidental Discovery
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| RL Date: 15 April, 2011 |
| Who: Eire, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Benden Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Cadejoth chases a green, with surprising results. |
| Where: Benden Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 7, Turn 25 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Nakasha/Mentions |
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| Cadejoth didn't chase very often, these turns. It had been - K'del had to count how long, and was mildly disconcerted by the answer he calculated - something like four turns since Iovniath had last risen. It wasn't that Cadejoth never chased anyone else, but they were few and far between: he took his rose as mate to the senior queen very seriously. Just quietly, K'del had begun watching Iovniath for signs of proddiness. True, with three adult queens, and the Interval, there wasn't the need for regular flights. Still, four turns seemed like a very long time. It was business that took him to Benden, that lazy, hazy summer's afternoon. Now that Val was officially a High Reaches rider, K'del didn't really have much of a personal nature to worry about, when business was concluded, but he hung around for a while nonetheless: it had been threatening to rain, back home, and the sunshine was just... intoxicating. He was enjoying his relative anonymity a great deal, when he realised, all of a sudden, that Cadejoth's ever-present chain was shivering with excitement; a familiar, if somewhat less common these days, sensation. Cadejoth? « Mmm? » the bronze's thoughts were full of green, a low tremor of lust sending discordant sounds through his mind, like an out-of-tune harp. « She's going to go up. » You... want to chase her? There wasn't time for an answer - or, at least, not in so many words. K'del felt, rather than saw, his bronze leap for the sky; he felt, too, the stirrings in his own body. Instinct draw him away from the lake, and back across the bowl to where - he assumed - he'd find the guest weyr. It wasn't so different, one weyr to the next. It had to be. Inside, he staked himself a claim of some space against one of the walls, and let his gaze sweep the room. The greenrider was a young woman, probably a few turns younger than he was; her expression was something between a smirk and a lascivious smile. He liked her immediately. He wanted her. Dimly, he was aware of others - competition. He looked at them, too, analysing them as best he could despite the fog in his brain, and the sensation of wind beneath his - Cadejoth's - wings. He was in the air, he was soaring! He was in the guest weyr. He was... He was looking into the face of someone not even flight haze could obscure. And he was dimly aware that she was looking back in horror-- horror, mixed with a proprietary lust for the greenrider they were competing for. Don't catch, he willed Cadejoth, as best he could given the circumstances. He wanted her-- but oh, he couldn't let her get away. But Cadejoth dove, and as he did, his wings tangled with the green's, and then they were falling, falling, falling-- and all thoughts of anything else were leaving K'del behind as he reached blindly, and triumphantly, for the nameless greenrider. When he came to himself again, soft shadows upon the stone walls implied the afternoon was threading rapidly towards evening. He shifted in the unfamiliar bed, turning to see the young woman beside him. She was already sitting up, sheet loosely covering her body; she was watching him. "Hello," he said, with a rueful smile, attempting to clear his head. "Hello, Weyrleader. I didn't expect to find you in my bed." "But so it goes. I'm sorry, I don't--" "Eire. And Tansayth is the one your Cadejoth is all wrapped around." "Eire," K'del repeated, watching the greenrider. Slowly, he took a breath. "That was-- Kash. Nakasha. I don't know if she's calling herself something else, but that was her, wasn't it? I saw her." Eire's lips twisted; she shook her head. "You're lucky it was me. Anyone else, and they wouldn't have the faintest idea what you're on about. Kashana - that's what she goes by, officially. Kash, too." Wide-eyed, K'del shook his head. "So she's been here all along. I've been here-- how many times? And I never had a clue." "She hid from you. From all the Weyrleaders, actually. That's how it came out - because I noticed. She doesn't want to be found, Sir. She's happy here." "But-- I can't just pretend I didn't see her." Eire fastened a long gaze on him, as she hauled herself off the bed. Hunting around for her clothes, she said, her tone conversational, "Don't you think if she'd wanted to be found, she would have told you? She could have had Kastaveth say as much to your Cadejoth at any point. She chose not to. It's her life, Weyrleader. She's happy with it." Heart sinking, K'del felt his shoulders slump. She was right, curse her. But... After all this time. It hardly seemed fair. "Kastaveth. So she Impressed." "Wouldn't have had much reason to be there, earlier, if she hadn't. Yes, Kastaveth. Blue. We Impressed at the same clutch. About three turns ago, I guess." "And you know her well? She really is happy?" Eire laughed at him, pausing in the buttoning of her shirt so that she could stare at him. "She's my weyrmate, Weyrleader. Believe me: she's very happy." Before he left, he promised, faithfully, not to say a word. He promised not to seek his sister out; he promised he'd leave the whole thing alone. "Believe me," Eire said, waving him off. "If she wants to, she'll come to you herself. Maybe she'll change her mind, now that she's seen you. Maybe she won't. But it will be her decision." "I hope we'll meet again," he murmured, dipping his head. "Thank you, Greenrider." "Eire." "K'del, then." |
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