Logs:Unimaginable
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| RL Date: 3 March, 2014 |
| Who: K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Rasavyth is injured in Telgar. K'zin... doesn't cope well. |
| Where: Telgar Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 2, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ali/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, Kinzi/Mentions, N'muir/Mentions, T'volt/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated vignette. |
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| It was just another day, just another green flight. While Rasavyth doesn't chase every bit of green tail that comes across his path, he saw fit to do in Telgar a couple days after Elaruth's and Bijedth's clutch hatched. In hindsight, he should've passed, especially in light of his own clutchsiring duties. In the flight, a collision with another dragon resulted in a torn wingsail and the "unstable landing" (also known as a "crash") that had him landing hard on the same wing, dislocating it at the shoulder and getting some small fractures to the wingspars. Not a good day for Rasavyth, but sort of an exciting one for Telgar's dragonhealers. The healers are cautiously optimistic that Rasavyth will recover, but the recovery will be lengthy, difficult, and there's no chance the bronzerider pair can make it back to High Reaches, so K'zin will make himself useful at Telgar in the meantime.
And it wasn't, he concluded sometime in the hours and days of sheer delirium that followed the crash, so much that one couldn't try to conceptualize the sheer, all-consuming pain of it, but why would one want to? It wasn't like anything he'd ever felt before. He'd been hurt before. He'd never forget his broken toe, for example. The one Kinzi had stomped in when he was eight and wouldn't dance the one she wanted. But even if you magnified that a hundred-million times, it didn't begin to hold a candle to this. He found himself laughing uncontrollably among the sobs that no longer had any tears left when he realized that it really was funny that this wasn't even his pain. He didn't blame his dragon, though. The pain was so great that for the first time Rasavyth had no control over his usually so well disciplined mind. For the first time, there truly were no barriers between them, no secrets K'zin was carefully kept from. Everything K'zin thought he knew about his dragon was laid bare for what it was; a carefully contrived ruse. He saw it all. Maybe that's really what the fellis helped. Rasavyth was always intimate. Sometimes K'zin thought too many dragonriders couldn't understand, being so separate from their dragons, whereas K'zin often felt that they were really one, in two bodies, and with two distinct personalities. Light and dark, two sides of a coin, but the same. But this was intimate on a different level. Never before had Rasavyth been so frighteningly vulnerable. He shut the world out. The only one he let in was his rider; even the queens had to contend with his walls. This, K'zin concluded groggily was more of a hindrance than a help because then Rasavyth felt vulnerable and violated when the gold influence came over him to calm him. The dragon didn't understand why those meddlesome egg-layers couldn't just leave him alone with his pain. K'zin wasn't much help in explaining. He didn't have the answers. Why did golds do that? Were they so arrogant as to think they were always helping? Always welcome? The choice words the bronze had for the intelligence of the color on the whole were ones that K'zin agreed with. Their riders... well, from what he'd seen, they weren't much better. Maybe it was true what they say about power. Maybe K'zin himself would mirror them in time. If Rasavyth had his say, they'd certainly have the necessary degree of power. But none of that mattered now. Not now, not here. Not as the sevens dragged on and the pain barely seemed to abate. The world barely registered to him. To either of them. His waking moments held only pain. He cried. For once, Rasavyth didn't scorn him. Sometimes he woke to arms holding him, sometimes he was alone. Once, he thought he remembered his mother's face, etched with lines of worry, but that might've just been a dream. He wasn't sure the arms helped, but burying himself against flesh, that helped. Him, if not Rasavyth. Slowly, slowly, the pain lessened. Slowly, slowly, K'zin became aware of how weak he felt. Far from a skeleton, but equally far from the specimen of health that he was before ... was it Nicaith? K'zin thought so, but couldn't remember. The crash was too blurry. Maybe that's why he found himself as often in T'volt's arms and bed as in Tela's. Well, her arms. She was in his bed. In a weyr he could only sometimes find without help. Rasavyth had been moved there once the initial healering was done. It wasn't home. But home would've been useless to them. They couldn't fly. They couldn't... was there anything they could do? Only time would tell. |
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