Logs:What Bronzeriders Do
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| RL Date: 11 July, 2016 |
| Who: T'zur |
| Involves: Benden Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: T'zur's weyrlinghood doesn't go overly smoothly. |
| Where: Benden Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 4, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: J'nason/Mentions |
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| "He's won a green... or three." That's what he'd told J'nason, talking up his game. That was what bronzeriders did, right? But he hadn't won three. He'd won precisely one. When he'd woken up next to his clutchmate greenrider Nerani, he'd felt the thrill of victory. He'd won her. He'd lain still, not daring to wake her, despite the urge to slide a possessive hand over her hip. Instead, he'd stared at a tapestry on the wall over the curve of Nerani's cheek. He hadn't recognized the place in the tapestry -- not precisely -- but it was a section of the road in northern Pern, bordered on one side by the foothills of a mountain that rose up. In the far distance, a dragon could be seen soaring. It reminded him of the open road, travelling with the Beowins, waking up each morning to the brilliant sky and whatever weather the day might choose to bring. This was where he'd belonged. This was how it was supposed to be. He hadn't dared move. Only, when Nerani finally opened her eyes, it wasn't the warmth and delight he'd long imagined in his head: instead, she made a sound of disgust when she realized who it was. "You're not B'fev." No, he wasn't. He'd been the weedy, thin, unimpressive bronzerider. Not like B'fev, who had been bulky, strong, and stalwart. Everything a bronzerider should be. Everything that T'zur was not. He'd shrugged it off, but it galled him, festering and lingering throughout the remainder of their weyrlinghood together. « She is nothing. She will give you nothing. » It was true, of course, in the way Tziveth meant it. She was a greenrider. But he still wanted her, wanted her to want him. « She is nothing, » Tziveth repeated. He could almost, almost make himself believe it. The way B'fev could just wake up and look so good, the way he maintained his bulk without even trying had been galling. T'zur had tried -- tried to make himself like B'fev, to be the one that Nerani wanted, to even just simply outdo him at something, anything. That morning, Tziveth had assured T'zur he had it well in hand. He'd wondered -- but he hadn't asked. When B'fev's bronze was injured during weyrling training later that day, it hurt. Not the accident itself -- although that did too -- but the words she threw at him, after. "You did it on purpose! You were jealous of him, because I wanted him, and he wanted me." It was true, all of it. He was. He did. « I told you she is nothing. » And now she was. He ran. He'd loved running before he Impressed, and he still did. He would never have B'fev's bulk, never be impressive. He might never quite live up to the reputation of other bronzeriders. But he would be something. « You will be. » Tziveth's sibilant whisper warmed him. |
Comments
Alida (23:08, 15 July 2016 (PDT)) said...
O.M.G. Tziveth is a SHADOW?!?! Oh SHIT. We are ALL EFFING DOOMED.
Silva (08:32, 16 July 2016 (PDT)) said...
It's okay bro, we can figure this out. No prob.
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