Logs:Strings
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| RL Date: 25 January, 2014 |
| Who: K'zin, Rasavyth |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Rasavyth calls it fortuitous. K'zin disagrees. (A.k.a. How K'zin ends up in Fort when Isyath rises.) |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr, MineCraft Hall, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Ali/Mentions, Kazi/Mentions, Wakina/Mentions, Wazan/Mentions, Zianarius/Mentions |
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| You son of a bitch! K'zin jerked against the pull of Rasavyth's control. It was too slippery. K'zin couldn't get a grip in all that ooze. It was like drowning. Like being caged. Like a million other unpleasant things as the bronze's clever mind clinched the tie into place. K'zin, trussed like a turnover chicken. K'zin, powerless. He'd just been trying to be a good son. That's all. When his mother's green firelizard had popped in with frosted breath to chitter at him in a panic, he didn't think. He abandoned drill, not bothering to explain himself. He hardly thought, they just went. It was careless, and K'zin was grateful in that moment that his dragon was so very clever as to know the proper visualization to bring them out of between safely over the MineCraft. If only he had known... but he didn't. Once on the ground, he ran for the family quarters. The quarters his mother had been staying in while on her leave of absence from her posting. It still confused K'zin, her sudden obvious emotion about her father, a man she had purposefully lived far from for virtually all of K'zin's life. He may not understand it, and maybe he never would, but she'd taken it hard. He didn't know what to expect when he pushed through the door to the family quarters. "Mother?" "Wakizian," the baritone didn't belong to his mother. It caused him to suck in a breath as he turned to find Kazi (no, not the firelizard), reclining in the doorway that lead to the private rooms beyond. "Kazi." Chirrup? K'zin flushed and shooed the blue with a hand from where he had, with his uncanny timing, arrived on the bronzerider's shoulder. "What are you doing here?" "Trying to console Mother. As I'm sure you're here to do. I told her not to bother you, but..." The smooth roll of his shoulders indicated the amount of effort he'd put into that particular protest. "She'll be wanting you to take her to Fort." "What? Why?" The questions were out before K'zin had put any thought into them. "I just fetched her from Fort and had to write a sharding letter of apology and-- Nevermind. Why does she want to go to-?" He'd've liked to finish that sentence. Only his mother, looking ghostlike in her long pale nightgown, had appeared in the doorway next to the brother whose charms worked on everyone else, but always managed to rub K'zin the wrong way. Her eyes was really what made him stop, and the redness around them. "Mother." K'zin could hear his voice crack and normally might've flushed for the smirk starting to play on Kazi's lips, but for now, his only concern was for her. "What happened?" His question was gentle and pleading as he crossed to her. Kazi, thankfully, had the sense to slide out of the doorway lest he end up entirely too close to his younger brother and mother having a tender moment. Wakina's bone-thin fingers gripped K'zin's forearms as he moved to draw her into a hug, staying the motion in it's path. "It's Wazan." K'zin's breath caught. Her voice was so ragged, she seemed so crushed... A million things went through his mind in the moments between his youngest brother's name and the explanation that followed. It would be his fault. If there'd been an accident at BeastCraft. If Wazan had been trampled by a runner, or gored by a burdenbeast, it would be K'zin's fault. Wazan never would've departed the safe family trade of Mining if K'zin hadn't first defied family tradition, defied it after four brothers before him hadn't dared. His father had always sworn K'zin would live to regret his choice to join the Smiths. He couldn't make him do so in life, maybe this was his father's curse finally coming to claim him. He swallowed. "What-?" is all he could get out, brown eyes already watering. "Oh, don't be an idiot, Waki." Kazi cut in, tone snide. "Wazan is fine. He's just been Searched." "Searched?" The word hit K'zin like a slap to the back of the head, and he knew he sounded stupid. An eyeroll and Kazi put on the voice K'zin hated, the one that he always used when he was making Waki feel his lack of brainpower while growing up; the one a normal person would use with a halfwit two turn old. "Ye-eh-es. Searched. You know, what they do when they want you to Stand for a clutch of dragon eggs? I would've thought you, of all of us would have a firm grasp on this concept." K'zin shot a glare toward his brother, which only got another eyeroll from Akazi. "I've already told her she's overreacting." The bronzerider's eyes flicked to his mother as her fingers pinched into his skin, "If I could just see him, Waki," She was begging. It was her softest voice. Her most vulnerable. So a short time later, Wakina (in more than her nightgown) and K'zin were strapped in on Rasavyth's neck. « You know she is overreacting. » The ooze had noted. I know. But the ooze already knew. That K'zin knew. That there wasn't any other answer to give his mother. How can a son say no when his mother asks like that? The ooze knew, too, that in the back of K'zin's mind, he wondered if she had wanted to come to him, when she found out he'd accepted Search. If she'd wanted too, but not come. Did she love Wazan better? Between extinguished those small licks of curiosity in the forge of K'zin's mind. Then there was focus. Focus on getting them to the ground. Focus on landing. Focus on helping his mother out of her straps. Focus on getting Ras' straps off of him, for the bronze said he was itching and since they'd be waiting while Wakina spoke to Wazan, couldn't K'zin find some oil and do something about it? K'zin had been so concerned with finding his way to the candidate barracks, with asking about the oil for Rasavyth along his way, with seeing his most beloved brother after a turn or more apart... he didn't notice until it was too late. He could see himself smile between mother and brother, hear himself offering a polite excuse and rising from the table they'd settled at in the living cavern, feel his feet taking him out into the bowl and bringing him to where he could watch himself. No, no, K'zin's thoughts fought. Not himself. Watch Rasavyth, muzzle-deep in blood. Rasavyth answering the need only one kind of dragon could inspire. Gold. Isyath. The ooze hummed pleasantly as if this were just another day, while the man rattled and raged, trapped within, his body on the strings of his puppeteer. « It's no use, my K'zin. The game is begun. You might as well relax and enjoy the ride. » The ooze smiled, a knowing smile. K'zin wouldn't give up the fight; but it would all be wasted effort in the end. Rasavyth would have his way. He always did. |
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