Logs:The Braver Course
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| RL Date: 18 January, 2015 |
| Who: Arekoth, H'kon |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: While waiting for Madilla's meeting with Tevara to finish, Arekoth and H'kon rehash a conversation that has been ongoing for some months now. |
| Where: Healer Hall |
| When: Day 20, Month 10, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Dilan/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Teris/Mentions, Tevara/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: The icon colours match! I wish that had been on purpose, on my part. |
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| H'kon had watched Madilla go, and stared up at the hall for a time. The insistence to take her, that had covered his own nerves (perhaps reflecting hers), had ebbed away, though he tried to hold onto it, recreate it. I should be there. Be with her. In mind. Intention spoken to the green glow in his mind, to the shoulder against which he leaned. « You could always get a disguise. Break in. Play an apprentice bringing them klah or something. » H'kon rolled his eyes up to his dragon. Arekoth looked back, aspect fierce by physicality, playful by all else, up to the dance of the colours of his eyes, of his mind's voice. « An old apprentice. Bit dumb, probably. To be so old. Really old. » In mind, Arekoth. « You've always had an ancient mind, H'kon. » The full use of his name was pompous. H'kon rolled his eyes, back down, back toward the hall, but they drifted. It was done now, good as settled. They would only have called her if a decision had been reached. Now there was nothing left, for him, but to wait, and hear. Still. « It's a good job she can't hear you. » H'kon lifted a brow, but didn't look up at Arekoth. He watched the courtyard, now, without much noticing it. I'd have thought that was part of the problem. It was supposed to be a joke. But he shook his head after it. Didn't want it, want that. « You'd have nothing left, anyway. Lose your mystery. » It wasn't about mystery. « Or maybe, » mused the brown, « I'd lose mine. » It's not about mystery. « No point in mystery anyway, » chuffed the dragon. It pulled a smile onto H'kon's face. Certainly not for you. The aurora flared, even if Arekoth didn't put words to it. It wasn't mystery. It was something... particular. Reserved. Private. It was those colours that only H'kon was privy to at all times. Colours that other dragons saw only under certain conditions. Colours that, he was fairly certain, Dilan never was given when Koth would speak to the boy. Colours that were just his, H'kon's. Thoughts that were just his, Arekoth's. The dragon's muscles rippled beneath his hide as Arekoth adjusted his weight, putting more of it onto that twisted leg, so his shoulder pressed back beneath his rider's hand. H'kon flexed his fingers against that muscle. What if it were gone, all of this? It was not a thing he could understand. He'd tried, since Iskiveth had gone between. He'd tried, for Madilla, to put it into words. But he couldn't, not even here. He didn't know. Couldn't know. Couldn't remember such a time, even to think back. All his memories now, of his boyhood, his family, were coloured by Arekoth's presence. Each one he would think of, he shared. Even those new places that had opened, through Madilla, through the children, through the riders Hal had mentored and worked with, they had been opened up by Arekoth. Arekoth, celebrating each time that discomfort become comfortable, lighting each corner. It was easy, to say simply that he would want to go with Koth, if, ever- it was easy, and it ignored all that had changed in him. But those changes were him. And his dragon. Would he even know what to search for, between, if he went? Whom he'd be calling for? Was there a difference? If you were to die, I cannot believe that all of you would go. Too much of you is here. Serving their Weyr, loving their family. All entwined. He also could not believe that all of him would stay. H'kon pressed the brown's shoulder again. Arekoth pressed back. « You want to go between, don't you. Go for the noble end, Hal? » H'kon shook his head. He didn't know. Frustration curled his lip, against his will. « All that work, » and those colours flooded H'kon's entire brain, « all for nothing, so you can show everyone how dedicated you are. » Yes, because that would be the sole reason. Dry. The dragon snorted, and flexed again beneath his rider's hand, and shuffled his wings, casting new shadows, for a moment, shadows H'kon barely saw, even if those sky fires were dying away. « You be noble. But if you ever die, I'm not going between. I've got things here, Hal. People. » Big words. H'kon found himself starting to smile. « Just saying. Some of us have real responsibilities here. » Responsibilities. Really. « And real relationships, too. » Naturally. « Some of us are braver than that. » You think that is the braver course? But he'd grown that smile into a grin. This, again. It was almost a game. He could tell by the dance and crackle in his head. « You ever die, then good riddance. I've got other things to see to. » H'kon rolled his eyes, his grin, up to Arekoth, whose eyes danced in time to all those colours. And he felt the sudden, hot press of tears all at once. He closed his eyelids hard against them, and leaned his forehead against that brown hide. « I mean it, Hal. » Suddenly serious. Koth. Arekoth. H'kon took a deep breath, and tried to settle his body. Just be quiet. Those colours were just as present in silence. In silence, H'kon added his own. |
Comments
Madilla (14:32, 18 January 2015 (EST)) said...
<3 I love the relationship between them so much.
Edyis (20:09, 18 January 2015 (EST)) said...
This was truly awesome to read. <3
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