Logs:Betrayed
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| RL Date: 28 January, 2013 |
| Who: K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: After Brieli's revelation, K'del has some hardcore angsting to do. |
| Where: K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 12, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Brieli/Mentions, I'kris/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Lujayn/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
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| It wasn't... a complete surprise. Not the way it should have been. It felt like a betrayal to even think about it, but there it was: the truth. He'd never wondered while she'd been alive; it had never occurred to him for more than a second that there had been anything strange about the whole thing. It was only afterwards-- once Ysavaeth was gone, and it felt, somehow, like a weight had been lifted. He supposed she must have forced her will on them all, and that through Cadejoth-- He felt sick. Iolene hadn't been a schemer. She hadn't felt like a schemer. Brieli was a schemer. Brieli would do something like tha-- (but no, she hadn't, not with her flight, not even though it would be so easy to cover it up with Hraedhyth also on the sand; she'd never use H'kon, never ever). But Iolene? Ysavaeth, though. Ysavaeth. He wanted to throw up. He was no longer sure when his feelings towards Brieli had changed. He'd liked her, at first. She had seemed like a nice girl; perfectly friendly. But... over time, he'd begun to realise that she didn't like him. That wasn't new. Tiriana hadn't. Lots of people didn't. But... He'd wanted to hurt her, today. For saying all of that. He was a villain in her eyes; when he was only doing things because he cared, and because he thought they were the right things to do. He hated that Iolene had trusted her with that information, that secret. That lie. He hated that she knew something about the woman he lo-- he'd loved that he did not. Something that big. Had she ever intended to tell him? Had she been someone different behind his back? Mocking him? Using him? He grabbed for the bucket, throwing up his guts: all the whisky he'd drunk, all the sweet fruit liquer when the whisky had run out. His forehead felt clammy, afterwards, and his stomach continued to roll. The murderer had been Weyrleader. Would have been. Should have been. Might-- if Iolene hadn't done what she did, she'd still be alive. He knew that. Perhaps the outcome of Rielsath's flight would have been different. So many things would. Oh, Io. He crawled, more than walked, out towards the ledge. Cadejoth was there, clamping down on his confusion in order to be there - solid, protective, coiled tight - for his rider. The cold air felt good on his sweaty brow; it felt cleaner out here, and somehow, too, safer. Who else knew, he wondered. Did Azaylia? No doubt Brieli had told that bronzerider of hers. Perhaps half of Fort knew. Perhaps everyone did, and they were all laughing at him behind his back. He crawled up against Cadejoth's side, leaning against him the way they'd done as weyrlings, so many turns ago. The bronze was warm, and blew warm air on him; it was comforting. "We weren't the Weyrleaders," he told his bronze, through a ragged, aching voice, as the snow fell about his shoulders and onto his head. « Of course we were. » "No. Not with Ysavaeth." Cadejoth doesn't remember Ysavaeth, of course, but he knows that they were. That this used to be his Weyr. How can be forget, when it sits in K'del's thoughts so prominently? « But... » "They tricked us. Ysavaeth. She convinced you. We were only Weyrleaders with Iovniath." Iovniath is further back, lost to memory. Icy cold; no longer present. No longer important. "Svissath was Weyrleader." « No. » Not forgotten. « He was a brown. » "He was." K'del closes his eyes, and feels the tears come at last. They soak through his eyelids, and into Cadejoth's warm hide. He doesn't care: he lets them out. « The Weyr will not follow a brown, K'del. » There's something of an older Cadejoth, in that - the packleader, the fierce, protective, determined bronze who led High Reaches for so long. « They will not. We will not. We will make it right. » Right now, K'del can't really bring himself to care. Everything is lost. Even memory is not sacred. Who was she, really? Did she even love him? He'd never felt so alone. |
Comments
Brieli (Brieli) left a comment on Tue, 29 Jan 2013 01:11:56 GMT.
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I feel a bit bad. But then I'm like, NO NO PAY PAY FOREVER
Ainslee (Castandcrew) left a comment on Tue, 29 Jan 2013 01:15:23 GMT.
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Poor K'del. CRISIS OF LIFE, GO.
Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Tue, 29 Jan 2013 02:11:14 GMT.
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Oh, K'del. ;_; Poor thing... At least dragon and rider will always have each other? Nobody can take that away. <3
Satiet (Satiet) left a comment on Tue, 29 Jan 2013 03:28:11 GMT.
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Oh, K'del. :(
Jo (Jolie) left a comment on Tue, 29 Jan 2013 18:59:03 GMT.
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I can feel the paaaaaiiiin! Poor K'del. :/
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