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Post by blacklight on Oct 20, 2007 20:38:01 GMT -5
As soon as he'd turned the corner and was out of Sonya's sight, he'd broken into a run and nearly skidded into the door of his weyr. C'rin fumbled with the handle in his effort to get inside and finally pushed the door open enough to slip inside. He didn't even bother to close the door, just ran a hand through his hair and joined Mith at the ledge. Right then. On our way, he gestured widely with one hand as he swung up onto the Darkness, supported with just the other until he was satisfied with the sweeping quality of the motion. Hauling himself into his harness, he tipped his head back to peer into the weyr. His lips pursed as he briefly recalled a few things (none of them Teydrin, incidentally. Bad father, C'rin. Very bad father).
Are you positive you want to do this, Mine? You saw what happened to R'-Yes, I saw it and no, I don't care. Now get a move on you oversized piece of hide and talons. C'rin interrupted him quickly, not wanting to remember what R'hel and Baran had looked like. It hadn't been pleasant, and thinking about it would only make him second-think his actions now. And if he didn't go, he'd be in a poor mood for a long, long time. Not that he wouldn't be anyway.
Without another word, the Darkness pushed off the ledge and into the air beyond. He hovered a moment, a blue-purple spot in a light autumn sky, and blinked between. Using the image he'd created with His a while back, the pair reappeared over the settlements. C'rin was half out of his harness at that point, leaning over, trying to peer around Mith's bulk to catch a glimpse of the Mist or her rider.
When Mith settled, the Weyrleader took his time with the rest of the harness straps, thinking while he did so. He hadn't known what to expect, but whatever it was, it wasn't this. Having been locked away in the Weyr for too long, he'd thought maybe the air elsewhere would taste or smell differently. Sweeter? Filled with death? But the air in the settlements was the same. C'rin huffed and slid off the Darkness, keeping a hand on him while he bespoke Lykath.
We are here. Where are you?
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 20, 2007 20:45:24 GMT -5
"WHAT THE SHARD DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE HERE?!"
It was Theo who replied, and verbally, and at the top of her lungs so that she was probably heard in the Weyr. In fact, she was probably heard on the Northern Continent. On Earth, centuries and lightyears away, statues in Buddhist temples cried tears of blood and, even further back in history, Mount Vesuvius erupted. Somehow, Nai is attributing all of this to Theo's one shouted query.
Unfortunately, this gave her position away. She was only about two buildings from him, and she had no idea where he was and therefore no idea where the shard she should go to hide.
Lykath winced from where she was sunning in a clearing.
Mine, must you be so loud? You shall deafen us all. I am here, Mith, she added, sending an image of her location. If you insist upon being here, then come and visit with me. I was already growing quite bored.
Lykath, you traitor! Do you want them to die?!
No.
Then order them to leave!
Do you think that they would listen?
You're the Queen! They'd have to!
Clearly you do not know our mates very well.
Yes I- OUR WHATS?!
Oh, shush. And Lykath tuned her out.
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Post by blacklight on Oct 20, 2007 21:01:19 GMT -5
C'rin winced with the rest of the world, hands automatically going to press against his ears in hope that it would block out some of the noise. Of course, by the time his hands finished moving, Theo had finished yelling. C'rin never did have great luck in the first place. With a roll of his eyes he moved towards the direction the shout had come from.
Black would also like to add that Theo's yell probably shook an apple tree back in history, causing an apple to fall on a man's head and create the basis for Physics. Bad Theo.
Mith ruffled his wings and swiveled his head to eye his rider. Mine, I will leave you to Lykath's, he informed His right before pushing off the ground to blink between again and reappear over the Mist. As he joined her, he seemed entirely unconcerned about the dangers of His being there. He didn't really understand the whole thing about how the sickness worked, anyway.
C'rin waved a dismissal at the Darkness and let himself into the hut Theo happened to be in. He'd tried the first one, and had moved onto the second when he didn't find her. He had better luck this time around, and shut the door behind him to lean against it, not sure if he should approach her or not. He wasn't entirely without reason.
"You doing okay?" his head turned sideways, though his eyes stayed on her. His question was stupid. Very stupid. He'd spoken to her less than a candlemark ago - or well, their dragons had spoken - and she hadn't been gone long enough to really be any different. But he didn't know what else to say.
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 20, 2007 21:06:35 GMT -5
Theo jumped against the back wall of the hut, considering breaking it and running away while waving her arms emphatically in front of her face as if warding off evil. Actually, she was trying to keep C'rin away, but some people would say there wasn't really a difference between the two intentions.
"Stay back! Staaaaaay away! Go home! Go home, you moron, go home!" She kept up a litany of protests, including, "Do you want to end up like them?" "Are you stupid? WAIT, I KNOW THAT!" "You moron, keep away from me!" "If you get this and die, I'll kill you!" and, significantly, "I don't want you to die, you idiot!"
If necessary, she would kill him to keep him from dying. Yes, that made sense. If he was dead, after all, he couldn't die.
Lykath moved over to make proper space for the Darkness.
Well, she said after a moment, This was certainly predictable.
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Post by blacklight on Oct 20, 2007 21:20:56 GMT -5
Hmm, Mith crooned agreeably, settling next to the other dragon, touching his rider's mind for a moment before deciding he'd be fine without his help. Did Yours not think Mine would actually come?
C'rin crossed his arms and regarded the flailing woman with interest. He had the idea to wait out her continued list of protests, though by the time she slipped that significant beauty in there and then kept going, his patience was slipping. Well, what little of it he'd managed to retain that day. His hands fell to his sides as he moved across the room, the usual smirk tugging at his lips.
"What was that, dear Weyrwoman?" he stopped halfway across the room and clasped his hands behind his back, leaning towards her and taking a purposefully large breath. "Somewhere between killing me and proclaiming my stupidity I think you said something rather interesting. Something that might suggest that you want to see me, despite what you're saying."
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 20, 2007 21:28:57 GMT -5
Theo tried to lean back and away and hit her head on the wall.
"Ow!" She clapped her hands to the back of her head. "Owowowowowwwwww!" Then she kicked him in the shin. "YOU IDIOT!" she screamed. "ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?!"
She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. "ALL I SAID WAS THAT IF YOU GET THIS AND DIE, I'LL KILL YOU! YOU'RE BETTER OFF DEAD THAN DEAD!" Okay, that made no sense. As such, she got angrier at him, and decided to make him aware of that. So she kicked at him again, slipped and fell over. Smooth, Theo. Sometimes she could be as graceless as Raiden.
She wavered between thinking that he would be too concerned with his own hide to come and that he was just stupid and stubborn enough to come anyway just to prove he didn't have to listen to her, Lykath explained.
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Post by blacklight on Oct 21, 2007 15:57:19 GMT -5
He winced when his shin was kicked and delicately shifted his weight onto the other leg, groaning unhappily. Shards, that woman knew how to kick. C'rin had been just about to bend down to rub at the probably about-to-purple bruise when Theo tried to kick him again. He nearly had a heart attack because if she hadn't fallen, she probably would have kicked him in the face. Just because she could, and he figured she was like that. The type to kick people in the face because it was there.
Thankfully (or not thankfully, since she'll be even more upset about falling over) the kick didn't land, and C'rin couldn't help but laugh at her. Not the wisest thing to do, but since when has C'rin been wise? After a moment not long enough for her to stand, he knelt beside her and poked at the back of her head, not even thinking about how touching her would make it easier to get the sickness. And then die.
"Careful there, wouldn't want you to have a concussion out here," he said this pleasantly enough, and poked the back of her again. Just to see if it would aggravate her.
Both are good possibilities, though neither really apply to this situation. If it had been anyone else he wouldn't have come at all, Mith's head dipped as he rested it on the ground. Rather abruptly, his rider's tiny Mist popped in next to him, perching on the harness. She ruffled her wings and curled up, sulking over the fact that the Darkness had left her with no warning. The still unnamed flitter was rather attached to the dragon. Unlike the Daffodil that preferred to stalk the kitchens.
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 21, 2007 16:02:01 GMT -5
"I am going to kill you," Theo announced, swatting at his hand before thinking about it. When she did think about it, she glowered and avoided touching him, standing up and ducking away, just about ready to dash out the door and go somewhere she would absolutely forbid Lykath from relating to Mith. Of course, Lykath would probably take the obvious loophole in that argument and tell someone else who would tell Mith. Because Lykath was special like that.
Or she just wouldn't listen at all.
"Look, C'rin," Theo said, trying to be reasonable, "I doubt you want to die, which is what you'll do if you get this, which you probably will if you get near me. The Weyr needs you, and if you don't care about the Weyr, think about Mith. Stay away from me for his sake." Nevermind that C'rin had probably already infected himself.
Perhaps. Lykath dismissed the topic with a flick of her tail, and turned her head to peer at the flitt. She looks like me, the Mist commented. I like her. Why does she not have a name?
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Post by blacklight on Oct 21, 2007 19:24:47 GMT -5
C'rin pouted mockingly and rubbed his hand where it had been swatted. It hadn't hurt in the slightly, and he certainly wasn't offended by it...he was just weird. But we all knew that. What we didn't know before now was that he thought her glowering was cute. Oh C'rin, what is wrong with you?
And he certainly couldn't let her get away, so his muscles flexed as he stood and languidly walked towards the door. Or at least between her and the door. His hands slid into his pockets and he smirked at her. "Theo. Dear. I've already touched you, and if this disease is as bad as we all think it is, then I've already got it just from breathing your used air," he seemed wholly unconcerned about this idea, and was far less worried about himself dying than he was over Theo dying.
"Besides," he added, "Mith doesn't care, either. I did ask him before coming, and he wouldn't have come if he wasn't okay with me being here." Of course his heart twisted when he thought of Mith's death, but it was a little too late to be concerned about that. He hadn't even thought about what might happen if he went back to the Weyr. Would the last of the dragonriders die out because of one man's...uh...need to see his...woman? Mate? What was she, anyway?
She does, he agreed, not bothering to twist to look at her. The little Mist tilted her head and stared back at Lykath with a chirp. I think Mine is still trying to deny her existance, so does not name her. Something about not naming a pet you don't plan to keep, but I don't see how he could get rid of her.
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 21, 2007 19:30:49 GMT -5
"So what about the Weyr?" Theo pressed, trying to distract him so she could make a break for it. Well, that and she actually did need to know. "I just left it without a Weyrwoman except for Sonya and Pandra- who, by the way, is not allowed near ANY sort of power. You can't leave it without a Weyrleader either!" Too late. Whoops.
Theo was an IT. There was no other word. She was an IT. Or a "...that... person... who... is... a person. She's my person. Stay away or I'll eat you." Something along those lines.
Wait a second- the world crystallized with an audible screeching sound. Did he just call her dear?
If she hadn't been so desperate to get the shard away from him before he was infected (little too late, but she could ignore that for the sake of... ignoring that) she would have found that either disturbing or incredibly funny. Probably a bit of both.
She is Impressed to him, Lykath pointed out blankly. But she does seem to like you best. You should name her Minion! Wait... speaking of which... She looked around. Where is Nanny?
Oh dear.
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Post by blacklight on Oct 21, 2007 19:40:28 GMT -5
It seemed Theo wasn't thinking straight. Or at least, refused to acknowledge certain things that C'rin had no problem thinking of. Like that whole Weyrleader issue. He made a noise of disagreement and flapped a hand at her. "L'tarel should have won that Flight of yours anyway, and now he finally has a chance to be Weyrleader. Sonith caught Death," yes, C'rin paid attention to things. Just the big events, though, "so he can take my job. No problem, really."
Very well, then. Theo was his person-thing. His. And he certain wasn't going to let her live alone. She'd run off one time, and if he hadn't followed her to the settlements, he probably would have convinced himself she would come back in a few months. With the child there was no way she could have. Since...well...they slept in different rooms still.
C'rin made it to the door and leaned against it, liking to lean against things. It meant he didn't have to put forth the effort to stand. "I'm sure Sonya and L'tarel will do fine. Pandra can just...pretend she didn't Impress a Queen."
Minion? I was thinking of calling her Pretty... Mith mumbled, his mind amazing simple like that. Lykath = Pretty. Little Lykath = also Pretty, but not as pretty as Real Lykath. Yay Mith.
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Post by Megami on Oct 21, 2007 19:43:46 GMT -5
((Pandra already pretends she didn't impress a queen.))
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 21, 2007 19:44:38 GMT -5
"But- but- they're inexperienced!" Theo protested. "They shouldn't take over out of nowhere! And how the shard are you going to explain not being there?" That wouldn't matter if he was dead, sweetie. Oh well.
"And you can't stay here." Well, obviously. For one, it wasn't as though she had brought provisions or anything with her. And... he... couldn't. Because. Okay, well, Theo was grasping at straws trying to convince him to go away, but she knew C'rin and she was fully aware that it wasn't going to work.
So she settled for scowling at him fiercely to convey her displeasure.
But she so clearly adores you! Lykath insisted, forgetting her search among her coils for little Nanny immediately. You should call her Minion.
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Post by blacklight on Oct 21, 2007 19:52:26 GMT -5
"You trained Sonya enough, and L'tarel was meant to be Weyrleader. He's got that...people skills thing," he frowned, not mentioning that he didn't have that particular skill. He didn't need to mention it, really. "They'll just assume I went off somewhere secluded to sulk, like my room. I do it enough anyway that they wont even realize I'm gone."
"And why can't I stay here? Even if I leave, someone's got to bring you food!" Which implied he'd have to go back around people to get that food, and thus probably infect everyone with the disease not just by returning to the Weyr, but also from handling the food the Weyrdwellers ate.
He moved closer to pat her cheek with a smile that let her know he wasn't leaving yet.
Pretty Minion? No, didn't sound right. Pretion...no, sounds like Cretin...Minnie? It's cute...like her... Poor Mith, trying to think.
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Post by Nai-ru on Oct 21, 2007 19:56:41 GMT -5
Theo jerked back a step, glaring at him. She was spitting mad now.
"You idiot," she snarled. "Now you can't go back! What the shard are you thinking? You can't be around people anymore!" Unless by some wild chance Theo had avoided contracting the disease. Which was highly unlikely. In any case, it should only take a month or so to figure it out- that was usually when the symptoms first started to appear.
Minnie is perfect! Lykath replied enthusiastically. It is pretty and cute but implies the word minion! You are so clever, Mith. Okay, so maybe clever wasn't the right word... But Lykath adored him anyway. He was so squishy.
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