Logs:Dissonance
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| RL Date: 2 June, 2013 |
| Who: Azaylia |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Azaylia uses old methods to cope with new conflicts. |
| Where: Somewhere in Keroon |
| When: Day 3, Month 12, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions, Edeline/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, N'gan/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. This jumbled mess is an attempt to sort out how Azaylia's feeling as of late. Somewhat inspired by an older vig here. Big thanks to E'sren for showing me the Drumming Song, it helped a lot while writing this. |
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| Azaylia didn't know which thought had finally broken her. Pirates. Devaki. Taikrin. Z'ian. Edeline. Aishani. Aughan. Tithes. Pirates. Edeline. Aishani. Tithes. Firestone. N'gan. Taikrin. K'del. Taikrin. Lord Devaki. What had begun as an impatient stirring two sevens ago grew into persistent, pounding agitation. Restless. She-- they were restless and had been since the attack on the trader ship. Since Devaki was crowned Lord Holder. It was impossible to concentrate. To think. And yet she couldn't quiet her mind. It was a maddening, circling dance that had no beginning or end. No solutions, only questions left unanswered and mistakes to be made and... and... Azaylia didn't look back, thrown into motion as the thumping rose to an unbearable crescendo. Hraedhyth was waiting for her on the ledge, quivering with shared anxiety that colored her faceted gaze crimson. The gold didn't protest as her rider climbed and clawed up to her ridges, launching into the sky without much warning. The discord was their own, kept from the rest of the Weyr as they disappeared between. Azaylia hadn't felt the cold. She didn't feel the scrapes on her palms and knee, earned during a desperate dismount. She lurched up off the ground, stumbled, found her footing and obeyed the drumming in her head. Run. The rest of Keroon was asleep, the stretch of land deserted for miles on every side. Hraedhyth was her sole witness, red gaze tracking the figure that cut through the empty plains. Run. Time passed. It felt as though Hraedhyth had set every one of her nerves aflame, filled her lungs with smoke until they were burning at the effort it took to breathe. Azaylia pushed past it, legs pumping to the rhythm that drove her to such lengths. Don't run away. She wasn't. She wouldn't. But something had to be done. She had to take action. Azaylia would rather be scorched from within than continue to feel so utterly trapped. A honed weapon that would never be put to use. She was hungry for it, desperate to do what she was born to do and forced to accept harsh reality. She was restless. She needed to fly. Azaylia. She. They. Hraedhyth. Azaylia's legs nearly gave out with how quickly she spun around, picking out her dragon's silhouette from a distance. Drenched in sweat, limbs throbbing, she no longer had the energy to pollute her mind against what truly mattered. Hraedhyth. « We were useful. » How quickly satisfaction turned into discontent. Were. « We protected ours. There was danger and we flew. We flew well. » Not just the gold pair, but all of the dragons involved, including the weyrlings. « It is our duty. » Dragons fight Thread. That was their duty. A truth so deeply felt that there had been no hesitation in her reply. « There is no Thread to fight. » There would be, one day. But not now. Ignoring her protesting muscles, Azaylia forced herself to continue the run until she was on the verge of collapse. Thoughts came and went, both hers and Hraedhyth's, with so many proving to be indistinguishable between rider and dragon. They were restless. They needed to take action. It was their duty. Through her sweat and exhaustion, those impassioned drums picked up again, a new determination woven within the pulsating melody. Run. But, Don't run away. Azaylia wouldn't. Run towards something. Azaylia would. |
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Eliv (Eliv (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 02 Jun 2013 16:01:20 GMT.
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Oh yes.
Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 03 Jun 2013 03:25:22 GMT.
< Alida would concur utterly. Run *towards* it, but don't run foolishly.
Ceawlin (Ceawlin (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 04 Jun 2013 00:47:42 GMT.
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I really liked this! Very visceral.
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