Post by tovaana on Oct 30, 2019 9:46:31 GMT -5
Weyrling V’than :: Brown Saruth
Whenever Saruth didn’t need his attention, V’than was always looking to keep himself busy. He had grown used to his new silent partner, but because of the silence he found himself wondering if he was doing it right...the dragon rider thing. He loved interacting and learning about Saruth and his simple nature, but he was still coming to grips that his dragon just wasn’t as vocal or playful as some of the others. While greens and blues tumbled in play, Saruth just watched. He would interact if prodded to, maybe to please V’than or his green siblings and cousins... but otherwise he just watched or napped. At the moment, Saruth was watching him from a distance while he sat and cut and skinned fish for the evening meal with a group of others.
Suddenly, Saruth lifted his great head, turning slowly to the sky. Not that Saruth was a statue, but V’than was wary of his dragon, desperate to understand him. He glanced over, holding his knife still. He resisted asking his dragon what it was, perhaps so he wouldn’t be disappointed in an answer like, ‘it’s a bird flying overhead’ or something that wouldn’t be helpful. The tan highlighted muzzle turned to V’than then. ’It’s Rylath.’ Saruth offered, is eyes whirling with interest. V’than paused, wondering if he would supply more, but he did not. While dragons did not remember much, he did seem to understand the connection and feelings between his rider and Muze- therefore took more interest in Rylath and her whereabouts, as if his brotherly connection extended to his dragon. ’What about her?’ The dragon blinked, head angling toward the sky as he responded. ’She rises.’
His throat tightened as he stood up suddenly, the fish slipping from his tight grip. It was as if his senses had all heightened and numbed at the same time. He fumbled with the fish on the ground, trying not to cut himself with the fish cutting knife in his other. With trembling hands he put the half gutted fish with the others, and apologized and excused himself from the group. Scales littered his arms, and he surely stank of fish- usually he was conscious of this and would wash before his next activity...but he was panicking and he wasn’t sure how to handle the moment except to find her. Could he protect her? Would she need protecting? It wasn’t his place to interfere... But these thoughts were befuddled and blurry in his panic and questioning his sanity in letting her impress to a dragon. Hold life was different when it came to intimacy, and no matter how many lessons or times he was told that intimacy was normal between greens and whoever caught them... it just didn’t sit right with V’than.
’Where are you going?’ His dragon usually didn’t take to curiosity, but felt the deep distress of his rider and unsure of how to help him. ’I... I don’t know.’ But I cannot help you if you or I do not know. You don’t need to be concerned with Rylath rising, it is normal. Should I not have told you?’ He looked back at his dragon as he hurried toward the weyr entrance. Now of all times his dragon speaks up to have a conversation. His dragon was right, it was normal... His gut reaction to the question was to answer that he should always tell him, but another part of him wondered if it had been better to not know. Helpless, he answered - ’I... I don’t know Saruth. He turned, guilt mounting up with all of the other feelings he was feeling.
His whole life he had watched over Muze. He had seen his father verbally abuse her, perhaps physically while V’than had been away... He had seen her grow into a strong girl - almost woman. But she was still young... in his mind too young for this. His hands curled as his chest trembled with a momentary rage - and realized he was angry with himself. It was his fault, he could have stopped her... or could he have? His mind flashed back to the moment when the blue rider had found Muze, how Muze had packed for him and had coerced him to go. But if he had known all that he knew now... if he had not been so passive, could he have stopped this?
V’than pondered this and Saruth was there in his mind, quietly listening and trying to puzzle out his rider’s outburst of emotions of the very normal event. He ran purposefully down echoing halls, searching for his short sister, but in a blind fashion. Finally he saw a smaller group gathered and someone leading Muze into a room - but he only saw her face briefly. ’But then Rylath would not have found her.’ His brown’s thoughts finally made something of the chaos in V’than’s mind. He blinked, for a moment numb to his dragon’s tone in his mind. “Muze!” He called out. Men followed her into the room. His jaw clenched and he felt himself surge forward, but a hand grabbed at his arm - pausing his urge to punch someone.
He glanced angrily at the person, but his features softened when he recognized K’zar from classes. The look on his face redoubled the guilt from before, and he finally heard what Saruth had told him. This was Muze’s path. Muze and Rylath’s... she had made the decision herself... he was here to help, but going in there was overboard... He took a deep breath and K’zar let go - V’than avoided his gaze. He stood there a moment looking at the door, then realized that he didn’t want to be there when Rylath was caught. He turn and fled, finding Saruth outside.
“I want to fly.” Saruth’s gaze whirled in understanding and they got up to get riding gear. By the time they were in the sky there was no chase, at least not one that caught his attention. He knew Saruth understood now that V’than didn’t want anything to do with the chase. ’I will try to remember to not tell you about Rylath’s flights.’ His eyes burned for a moment, but he suppressed his emotions that had come as a knee jerk reaction to thinking about how many times Rylath would rise. ’Thank you.’ He said, sending a wave of gratitude to his dragon. He sat on his dragon in the sky, gliding and watching the sun fall toward the horizon. He, himself had decided to be a dragon rider, no matter the consequences. He had to believe that Muze had accepted the same.
