Logs:Whispers in the Wind
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| RL Date: 17 February, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: K'zin negotiates a deal for an honest chat with a dragonhealer. |
| Where: High Reaches' Sweep over Tillek |
| When: Day 14, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Leova/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Torani/Mentions, Z'riah/Mentions |
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| K'zin engaged him as soon as the visualization left his mind. As soon as he could breathe again, breathe in nature's cold which was so different than the nothingness cold of between. He had to engage him quickly, or Rasavyth would be lost on his ever dizzying questing inward, lost among the tangles and the snares that gave his rider such headaches. Will you chase Niahvth? It was a simple question, but one that K'zin's forge-fire mind couldn't help lacing with anxious blue flame. Rasavyth snorted, his thoughts yanked back from their already seeking casts to find that last snag he was working on. The last strand that was purled instead of knitted when it ought to have been. « What? » K'zin frowned behind the leather mask that helped save his nose from the dangers of extreme cold. Will you chase Niahvth? he repeated, even though he knew he shouldn't have to. So much of this was still so wrong that it was hard to find a place to start making heads or tails of it. « Of course. Why wouldn't I? » There was the familiar feel of the tenor purr with it's subtle amusement and taint of wrong that was a relief to feel for the brief moment it existed. K'zin could almost pretend things were normal, if just for that breath. You haven't been... chasing. Not until Yizibeth. K'zin could feel his lifemate's mind distracted, reaching for Yizibeth without conscious effort. He liked the sunshine of her mind, just like he liked the rustle and breeze of Solith's. They were nice. K'zin frowned. This liking, this thinking of them was too simple for the complex dragon that had shelled to find and claim him. It was weird and unsettling. Niahvth, he urged Rasavyth's mind back into focus. « What about her? » The bronze's displeasure at being distracted could be felt, but at least this time it wasn't violent as it had sometimes been of late. You'll chase her? « You've already asked me that, » the annoyance built. K'zin shied away from it briefly, but this was important. But what if... what if what's wrong with you gets passed to the eggs? If you catch her. The man dared. He had to. It was for the good of an entire clutch. Rasavyth snorted, angling his head briefly to look back at his rider. « There's nothing wrong with me. » K'zin sighed inwardly. Even that fact that he could hide his vehement thought of There is, you know there is, from the bronze was evidence in of itself. Rasavyth's attention drifted. K'zin didn't have the time he would've liked to think. I'm going to speak to Leova. « Why? » It was sharp. K'zin winced, his chest felt abruptly tight, his jacket binding, though he knew that it fit him well. I just... You want me to work with you in the flight, right? Rasavyth sensed something amiss, but his mind quested blindly to sort what it is for only a few moments before he gave up. There were more important things to do. « Yes. » If not to work with him, to be the usual easily controlled lifemate he chose. Then I want to talk to Leova. Without interference, before it happens. The dragon considered. It was all a waste of time. « Fine. » Because Rasavyth is fine. K'zin bit his lip. He hoped, for once, that his dragon was right. Yuraveth, he began, but too late. Rasavyth's attention was already immersed inward. K'zin hated that the most. He used to be able to talk to his dragon. Rasavyth-- the old Rasavyth-- he would've know, about Yuraveth, about what was happening with the new Rasavyth, about all of it. The bronzerider sighed and put his eyes where they should be, on the ground below. How many times had he had the same thought? This isn't what I bargained for. |
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Edyis (02:55, 19 February 2015 (EST)) said...
Interesting.
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