Logs:Because Why Not
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| RL Date: 31 July, 2013 |
| Who: Cadejoth, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: After Hraedhyth's flight. |
| Where: K'del's Island |
| When: Day 23, Month 5, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ali/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions, Sisha/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| If he'd been thinking straight, he may have stayed: found someone, got his rocks off, felt better. In the moments after the loss, though, he'd been unable to think of anything but the need to get away: away from the Weyr, away from all those people who would feel sorry for him, or laugh at him, or... or whatever it is that people would do. Cadejoth was in the air with him, and then between, before he'd even really had time to think about where they were going. It was no surprise, though, really, was it? There was the island below them, spread out in spring afternoon glory. Not so different to how it had been when-- He forced himself to stop thinking about that particular afternoon. Cadejoth dropped him into the ocean, clothes and boots and all, and he let himself sink into the gasping shock of it all: so cold, so bitterly, icily cold. He felt his head clear. By the time he let the waves roll him onto the rocky shore, he was spent - utterly exhausted. Cadejoth still glided in the breezes above as K'del crawled on hands and knees towards his little cottage. He stripped out of what remained of his clothes as he went, leaving a trail in his wake. He was shivering, now. It took a very long time to warm up again. Later, wrapped in a blanket and sitting in front of the hearth that he and his brother had built together, one stone at a time, he felt better. This was it, then: he was free. It was done. It was a couple of sevens before his thirtieth turnday; a couple of sevens before the thirteenth anniversary of that first flight win, and now, finally, he was properly free. Z'ian could have it: Z'ian could be the one to disappoint everyone simply because it isn't possible to make everyone happy. Z'ian could weather the storms, and fight the fights. And K'del would... He'd second his Wing, he supposed, and spend time with his children. Perhaps he'd work on that history he'd always intended to write, the one he'd told Milani about so many turns ago. He'd stick clear of politics, and be nothing more than a good, upstanding rider, the kind of person most people didn't have an opinion on one way or another. He'd... At the back of his mind, the back of his mind that wasn't Cadejoth and Cadejoth's thoughts, he knew it probably wouldn't always be enough. He knew he'd begin to yearn for something more again, in time; he suspected he'd second guess the decisions of others, and dream about how much better he would do things. Well and so. That was in the future, wasn't it? He could worry about that later. He didn't tell anyone where he'd gone; Cadejoth reassured all callers that they were well, that everything was fine. Everything was fine. No, they didn't want company. Tonight... Tonight is for you and me, he suggested to Cadejoth. Just like old times. « Every night is for you and me, K'del, » said the bronze, not so much misunderstanding as blithely seeing the world in his own way. But this is different. No distractions. No other company. « I wanted her. » Know you did. Do you now? The bronze hesitated, considering. He'd flown out his energy; he'd drained his feeling. « No, » he concluded. « Not especially. I would not... turn her down, but I am well enough without her. I would have had her, though. If Rojeth...» But he did. And here we are. And it's fine, isn't it? They weren't for us. « There will be others. Others who are for us, » Cadejoth confirmed... and was that a glimmer of stars, just barely? K'del wasn't sure. He elected not to put too much stock in it, anyway. It was in the morning, after a night spent curled in a ball of blankets next to Cadejoth, that he found the Weyrsecond's knot on his sodden, likely-ruined jacket shoulder. He detached it, playing with the tangled, water-damaged cords. It had meant a lot to get it from Sisha, and he'd glad she'd given it to him. And now... Know anyone with a trustworthy firelizard they can send to us? I've got a delivery. They stayed three more days. Because... why not? |
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