Logs:Weyrlinghood
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| RL Date: 6 October, 2010 |
| Who: Eire, Kash |
| Involves: Benden Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: A snippet of Kash. |
| Where: Benden Weyr |
| When: Turn 22-23 |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions |
| Kashana of Benden, Kastaveth's Kash: she was a different girl altogether from Nakasha, particularly in those first months. Kastaveth was all-encompassing, the kind of dragon who, if you let him, invaded every part of you, every nook and cranny and thought and feeling. She dreamed in ice and snow; it took her months to learn the difference between her hunger and his. What's more? She relished it. She encouraged him. Being Kastaveth's meant she didn't have to worry about anything any more - didn't have to think, have to feel, have to question. A person didn't need anyone else, if they had Kastaveth. No weyrlingmaster worth their knot would let such destructive behaviour continue forever, however; it didn't matter how much Kash baulked, how loudly Kastaveth complained, they forced it on them. Three conversations with another person before lunch; find out four new things about one of your fellow weyrlings before dinner; spent an hour in the living caverns before you head back to your couch for the night. It took months, but eventually, slowly but surely, Kash learned how to be a person again - herself, not an extension of Kastaveth, not a shadow, but her own self. But still: a different self. She felt a hundred turns older than the girl she'd been, like all those memories were just someone else's history that she'd read. It wasn't that she didn't think of her family from time to time, or wonder about the people she loved, but they were just so distant-- and Kastaveth? He was there. Immediate, and perfect. And so, although she did begin to have conversations with her fellow weyrlings, and did attempt to engage in this weyr she now belonged to, Kash was a remote kind of person, considered shy by her colleagues, many of whom gave up their efforts to be inclusive as the months wore on. But not all. Perhaps it was that Eire was the daughter of the Weyrlingmaster, and more attuned to such things as a result; perhaps it was, simply, that Kash's mysterious past intrigued her; perhaps it was something else entirely. Whatever the reason, the greenrider was undeterred. Kastaveth did not terribly approve, at first. « Why would you spend time with her, when you could spend time with me? » he wanted to know, if Kash ever suggested she take Eire up on one of her offers. « We don't need /them/. » But spending time with Eire satisfied the concerns of their weyrlingmasters, and even Kastaveth could not deny that life would be easier with less scrutiny, less concern. « I suppose, » he relented, eventually, « we could spend a /little/ time with them. It will save us trouble. » And so-- a wary friendship was forged. Eire was generous in her conversation, willing to talk for as long as either had time for about any topic a person could think of. Her Tansayth was cut of a mellower cloth, but not by much; still, Kastaveth grew used to her, in time, enough to put up with her cheerful nature. It was hard, though, for Kash to know what to say. Ought she to speak of her family? Her past? But if Eire was, indeed, curious, she was not the type to press, and thus, it was many months before even the slightest hint of it came out. "The Weyrleaders are meeting in the council chambers this afternoon. Come on-- a couple of them are dishy, we can sit outside and watch them arrive." Kash panicked. "I can't!" It was such an unexpected reaction that Eire just started. "Whyever not? They won't /mind/. Really, I think a good half of them will enjoy it, and it's not like they'll expect anything in return." But Kash had fled, turned on her heel and run as if her life depended on it. Eire was bewildered. Should I go after her? she'd asked Tansayth. « No, » the green said in response. « Leave her be. If she wants to tell you, she will. » She never will. But she did. Not directly, though, not without prompting. It wasn't as much fun, watching them all arrive, sunbathing in the late spring sun, on her own-- but it /was/ still fun. Only-- it was very strange. She'd never noticed it before, and maybe it was her mind playing tricks, trying to find some kind of reason for her friend's behaviour, but... the High Reaches Weyrleader looked awfully familiar. The hair. Something about his face. She didn't get a long enough look to be sure, but-- "You're related to him. Aren't you." It was later that evening, and Kash was out by the lake, sitting on Kastaveth's leg and looking quite like she wasn't interested in company whatsoever, but Eire was determined. Kash blanched, and Kastaveth-- he reacted as if he'd been stung, swinging his tail around as if to protect his rider, who cried out: "No, no." And then, "I have to." It took Eire a moment to realise that Kash wasn't speaking to her at all; she waited. The question, though not entirely unexpected, stung Kash - though not nearly so much as Kastaveth's noose around her neck, his desperate attempt to draw her in, away, safe. No, she tried to tell him. No, I have to say this. He was furious with her, and it hurt, hurt in a way he'd never hurt her before. But she took a deep breath, and finally, very quietly, she told the truth: "He's my brother. K'del of High Reaches." It hung in the air between them for a moment of silence, and then Eire nodded. "You look like him." "Yes." Kastaveth stormed: ice and snow swirling and shuddering, burying Kash in icy fury - but for the first time in months, for the first time since her Impression, Kash felt warm. She drew away from her blue, away from his fury. Quietly; "Let me tell you from the beginning..." |
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