Post by Zen on Feb 7, 2021 5:38:09 GMT -5
10th Pass, 6th Turn, 8th Month
Turn 2761, Late Summer
Turn 2761, Late Summer
Rau and Pallath had both been seriously hurt this Fall. His wingsecond, his best friend, his brother, had not been able to attend the following Wing meeting, nor the Flight meeting after, and A’zael had not yet had time to see to Rau’s condition. Zenelle was some small comfort, at least, ensuring him that Pallath would recover in time. The dragonhealer did not have that same haunted, somber look that she’d had when D’van’s poor brown had taken the worst hit A’zael had ever seen a dragon live through. Pallath would fly again, would rejoin Gale Wing, given enough time.
Finally, after a long day, dark had fallen and A’zael hurried to the infirmary to check in on R’get. The first healer he met frowned at him as he asked about his brother, “He is resting, Weyrleader. It would be better for him not to be disturbed.”
“Then I won’t disturb him. I just want- I need to see him,” A’zael responded with a touch of desperation in his tone.
The young woman eyed him, but sighed, relenting, “Just for a moment. Come with me.”
He followed her to Rau’s bedside and drew in a sharp breath at the bandages covering his chest. The healer woman touched his arm lightly and spoke softly, “It looks far worse than it is. They were not deep, fortunately… there was just… a lot.”
A’zael didn’t even look at her, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Rau in such horrible shape. It certainly did look bad. Very bad. But if the Thread hadn’t managed to get far, to… to burrow much before…. He reached out and brushed his hand over Rau’s where it rested at his side, and was surprised when his brother’s eyes flickered open to stare blearily over at him with some amount of confusion. “Rau…,” he breathed, emotion choking any other words back from his tongue.
Rau gave him a lopsided half smile, half grimace, his voice slurred and rough, “Bout time you came to see me. Some brother you are.”
He managed a short, soft laugh at that, “Yeah… I’m really terrible, I know.” He grasped Rau’s hand in both of his in complete and utter relief that he was alive and talking. Rau gave his hand a reassuring squeeze in response.
His brother’s smile faltered, “I… I don’t know what happened, Azzy…. One moment… one moment Bruth was there above us and then… there was just Thread….”
A’zael stiffened at the name, “... Bruth?”
Rau’s eyes fluttered closed again, the effort of speaking through the haze of whatever he’d been given for his pain clearly wearing him out, “Mm… I swear they’d been… he was right there….”
“Weyrleader,” the healer spoke again, still softly, but firm, “I really need to ask you to leave now. You can come again in the morning.”
Numbly, A’zael let go of his brother’s hand and stepped back, “Yeah… I’ll… I’ll do that.” Rau already seemed to be asleep, so he didn’t bother speaking to him again, but let the healer walk him out. One moment Bruth was there above us and then… there was just Thread…. K’rin wouldn’t have…. A’zael felt as if a gaping pit had suddenly opened up in his stomach as he considered the possibility that K’rin had let this happen, and the more he thought about it on the way back to his weyr, the more that pit filled up with a burning fury.
A’zaelmine? Fath sensed his anger, the bronze’s tone edging into a growl even though he clearly had no idea just why his rider was so upset.
Tell Bruth I want to see his rider in my weyr. Now. He heard Fath relay the order.
Bruth’s wantstocomeinthemorning-
NO! He stopped outside his door, Tell him NOW, Fath. Make sure he understands. That is an order, not a request. Perhaps he should have waited until the morning. Perhaps he should have spoken to Rau more first. Perhaps he should have let his anger burn out at least a little before risking unleashing it all raw and untamed on the older bronzerider. But right now he really didn’t care.
He pushed into his weyr, his door slamming shut behind him, and paced. That sick bastard. Was he so threatened by a greenrider having authority over him that he would really be willfully negligent during Threadfall in order to get Rau hurt, or worse? Knowing his actions might cause others besides his intended target to get hurt as well?
Hecomes. Fath informed him, shifting on his ledge, a low growl rumbling in his throat. A few moments later Bruth was landing, and A’zael stalked his way across the weyr to where K’rin had dismounted.
“Just what is so important it couldn’t wait until morning, Weyrleader? Today’s Fall was-”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you did not let Thread hit my br- your Wingsecond on purpose,” in a near snarl, A’zael interrupted the man’s impudent questioning.
That seemed to give the older man pause, and in the glowlight that lit his night darkened weyr, A’zael couldn’t be sure whether he saw the man’s mouth twitch in the slightest smile or not. There was no trace of a smile on his face when he spoke, as though he was offended by the accusation, “I know you must be upset, Weyrleader, but it is hardly my fault if the greenrider can’t handle himself during Fall. Perhaps if they were not allowed to fly beyond their abili-”
A’zael’s fist met the other bronzerider’s jaw as he finally reached the man, sent him reeling back against his dragon. Bruth snarled and so did Fath. “Liar!” A’zael spat, as Bruth lowered his head, fangs bared, to protect his rider from any further attack, “Admit it! Admit it now and I will allow you to retain some dignity as a dragonrider. Admit it and I’ll send you to Charin, to Jask, to be a watchrider, because you will never fly in any of my Wings ever again!”
K’rin glared hatefully at him from around his bronze’s muzzle, rubbing his jaw, and spat back, “I did nothing wrong.” But there was a triumphant gleam in his eyes as well, “And you have no proof otherwise.” It was all A’zael could do not to hurl himself back at the man, but a snarling dragon did wonders for one’s self control.
“We duel tomorrow morning. Accept or I’ll take it as a profession of guilt,” A’zael demanded.
K’rin sneered back at him, “Gladly, boy. And when I win you’ll not question my innocence again.”
“When I win you will confess your guilt and accept your punishment!”
K’rin laughed, mounting his dragon once more, all mockery, “By your leave, Weyrleader, until tomorrow.”
A’zael cursed after him as the bronze took off from the ledge, shaking from the force of his own rage and the lack of any outlet for it. A’zaelmine? Fath’s voice was still edged with a growl, but there was concern behind his words. He lowered his head and A’zael pressed his forehead to his bronze’s muzzle, taking deep breaths in some attempt to calm down. You have no proof otherwise. He cursed again. Would anyone else have seen what happened? Would they have noticed something was off? Who would believe a bronzerider capable of such a thing? K’rin would be able to play it off as just an accident that happens all too often in the chaos of Threadfall. He had planned this. He had planned it carefully. He must have waited for just the right conditions, the right moment, so that it would never look like anything malicious on his part. Otherwise why had he waited so long? There’d been plenty of Falls since he’d named Rau his ‘second. There really was no proof.
Or he could be innocent.
A’zael couldn’t help the cold laugh that escaped him then, as he finally stepped away from his dragon. He would bet on Fath’s life that K’rin was guilty, and he would make him answer for it.~~~
B’rax stood staring at him in complete disbelief, “Just what in the blazes do you mean?”
“As I said,” A’zael replied, somewhat defensive, “I’ve challenged K’rin to a duel in the morning. He neglected his duty during Fall, he caused R’get’s injury, knowingly and willfully. Out of petty spite. He will confess.”
B’rax reached out to take A’zael’s shoulders into his hands as though he were about to shake him, but somehow managed to keep from rattling the younger man until some sense was knocked loose, “A’zael. K’rin has turns on you. Turns of training, practice, and real duels. Not to mention the Weyr cannot afford for either of you to be injured in this… folly.”
“It is not folly!” A’zael jerked away from the man’s grasp, “I will not let him get away with this! I can not.”
B’rax ran a hand over his face in frustration, “A’zael, it must have been an accident. I can’t imagine K’rin would do something like that on purpose. You’re upset, I understand that, but you can’t just make these rash decisions when emotions are high. You’re going to-”
“It was NOT an accident!” A’zael all but snarled. He had asked B’rax to meet him after his confrontation with K’rin, so the man would know it was happening, so someone else could hold K’rin accountable to his part when he lost and he couldn’t worm his way out of his confession. Now he wasn’t sure he should have, “K’rin has hated having to take orders from a greenrider since I made Rau my second. He’s made that very clear. He was trying to get rid of him, to kill him! My brother!” His voice broke and he took a few moments to calm down again.
B’rax held up his hands for peace, “Alright… alright. You’re very upset, A’zael… now just isn’t the best time to be rushing into a decision like this. If you just-”
“No!” A’zael cut him off, “I know he’s guilty. I know it. And tomorrow the Weyr will know it too.”
B’rax could see a lost cause when it was standing before him. It was so rare to see A’zael this emotionally worked up over anything. He sighed, resigned. He couldn’t go to K’rin to stop this madness before it began. If K’rin backed down it would be like confirming his guilt.
“You weren’t part of his Wing before, B’rax… you didn’t see how he treated them, when he had the power and the authority… the greenriders in particular. If you had, maybe you’d understand… you’d understand why I know he planned this,” A’zael tried once more to explain, to get the older man on his side, to make him understand he wasn’t just doing this because he was upset and looking for someone to blame.
B’rax shook his head, “I’m sorry, A’zael… I just can’t fathom it, a dragonrider, a bronzerider, trying to kill their own wingmate.” He leveled his gaze on the young Weyrleader, “I just wish you had waited. You know the few times you’ve let your emotions get the better of you, you haven’t exactly made the best choices.”
A’zael clenched his jaw stubbornly but couldn’t refute the man’s claim. “This is different.”
“I hope so,” B’rax replied, though the doubt was clear on his face and in his tone.