Logs:A Fatal Mistake
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| RL Date: 1 November, 2013 |
| Who: Rhey |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Rhey signs up for guard duty... and gets a lot more than he bargained for. |
| Where: Winter Camp, Nabol / High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 2, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Ienavi/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Rone/Mentions |
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| It had felt like an opportunity too good to resist, at the time. They'd wanted a few of the younger boys - no one too big and beefy - and so of course Rhey had wanted to know what they wanted them for. It was only when there were dragons involved, and mention of Rone himself, that he began to wonder if this weren't a terribly bad idea after all. He was supposed to be laying low; one of the other boys would have reported back to him, simple as that, and that would have been safer. It was a stupid mistake, one that he of all people should have known better than to make. But it was too late to back out. Slender Rhey, skinny Rhey: he was exactly what they'd been after. If he kept his head down... he knew Rone hadn't forgotten him. Knew there was even a bounty on his head. But no one, surely, would expect him to be one of the supposed-Lord's guards, right? Perhaps he would be safe enough. He should've guessed, too, that it would be for the hatching. Actually, that wasn't a bad piece of luck, really: he could sneak away, go back to ground in the relative comfort of the Weyr. Alikos had things under control at the camp, and chances were there would be more to find out about at the Weyr, soon enough. He just had to be patient, this time (he told himself, ruefully). He kept his head down. As he'd suspected, no one paid much notice to the boys: they were there for show. Non-threatening force. All the better. Rone was furious when they didn't permit him to sit with the dignitaries, and more furious still when the Weyrwoman seemed to show a preference towards Ienavi. Good, thought Rhey. The more distracted the better. He kept still and quiet until there were almost no eggs left, and then, as everyone else focused their attentions upon the sands, he made his move. It would've worked, too: no one noticed, no one even glanced his way. No one except... It was like being hit by a wave of salty water; a great force, hunting him down, conquering his defences, stealing his treasures (dubious as they were). He could feel it long before he could find the source - long before he knew it was Rosvelth, seeking him out from across the sands. He stumbled back... and then found himself moving forward, one step after another until he had the brown in his arms. It was like being hit by a boulder; drowned at sea. He was barely even aware of the outrage left in his wake - at first. But even the distraction of Rosvelth couldn't keep those murmurs from his ears as he let himself be taken away. Thief, they said. Get him. Sprung, he thought. Well, Rosvelth. What's your next move? It was a pity the brown was too young - too distracted - to think of tactics. Later, the Weyrleader visited. Rosvelth was asleep, and that made it easier to think, to try and work his way out of this mess. He swore blind he'd never stolen anything in his life (true), and that he had no idea why Rone wanted him so badly (false). He promised he'd not cause trouble (true... for now. What trouble could he get into, stuck here? Stuck... with Rosvelth. For Rosvelth? Something.) And the Weyrleader just looked at him, and Rhey half wondered if the man saw right through him (which was weird), and sighed, and then said: "Well, you're ours, now, Rh'mis. For better or for worse." And Rhey wasn't sure what was more strange: being told he belonged... or being told he belonged as a person who just wasn't him. |
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K'zin (K'zin (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Nov 2013 18:29:59 GMT.
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I loved all of this. <3 Especially: why Rhey volunteered for the guard, his plan to slip away, the way Impression happened for Rhey, the reaction to the whispers behind him, what Rhey said to K'del, and the being claimed by the Weyr. Which I think is all of it. But I think I started with saying that.
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