Post by Taxx on Apr 9, 2020 0:35:14 GMT -5
Lepsuth would have much preferred going back to their weyr after the lesson's conclusion, but K'zar guided her to follow the rest of the wing down, sliding from her back just as soon as she landed. He tugged off his helmet, and then his goggles a touch more gingerly; a touch showed that the wound had stopped bleeding, and the pain wasn't that bad- a cut, not broken. Small mercies, he supposed.
It didn't ease his irritation. The bronze's unnecessary command had been the reason, and K'zar had no intention of letting this go so easily. He had a few things on his chest to discuss with L'rey. First, though- as Codrath sprang skyward again, wings sweeping downward in an admittedly impressive show, and then the bronze was heading toward the ocean; K'zar folded the length of straps and set them around his shoulders before giving Lepsuth a pat on her nose and nudging her to head to their weyr. Alone? she asked, blinking at him; he nodded.
I won't be long. Get comfortable and I'll be there soon. He waited as she did as asked, watching just until she settled on their ledge before turning back toward L'rey was hauling his own straps along. K'zar followed, trailing after the younger boy until they were just out of sight around a corner; then he moved, catching up with a couple quicker, longer strides and reaching out to curl his fingers into the young bronzerider's shirt and yanking him to a stop, facing K'zar. “Hey!” the younger protested, a knee-jerk reaction to the sudden grip.
One hand flashed up to K'zar's wrist, the other clutching the straps harder to his chest, and his eyes flared as he took in the blood that streaked the greenrider's face, first, and then the whole stony expression of the man looming over him. His brief attempt to shake free only tightened K'zar's grip, but as he opened his mouth to demand an explanation for K'zar's behavior, he was cut off.
"I'll keep this short," K'zar began. "What your dragon did is on you. We weren't in your wing, we were not under your command.”
“So?” L’rey retorted, flashing a glare back at K’zar. “He was trying to get your dragon to do something, since you and everyone else…”
“Don’t you dare.” His voice, somehow, dropped lower, and the deadly quiet tone seemed to get through enough to stop whatever L’rey had been about to say; when he twisted his shoulder to free himself, K’zar let go, even though he remained looming over him. “Say something else- do something else, when it’s not your place, then believe me when I say I’ll make you regret it. You won’t even know when- but I will. You can count on that.”
He turned without another word, heading back out to where a flash of green hovered, the easily-frightened little dragon waiting for her rider; he didn’t falter or look back when L’rey muttered after him, just loud enough to be heard, “Whatever.” It wasn’t like either of them had gotten hurt that badly. Codrath hadn’t done anything wrong, no matter what K’zar thought.
Gathering up the straps into both arms again, L’rey continued on to his weyr to hang them up, moving as quickly as he could, before turning to head back out to where Codrath would be waiting.
It didn't ease his irritation. The bronze's unnecessary command had been the reason, and K'zar had no intention of letting this go so easily. He had a few things on his chest to discuss with L'rey. First, though- as Codrath sprang skyward again, wings sweeping downward in an admittedly impressive show, and then the bronze was heading toward the ocean; K'zar folded the length of straps and set them around his shoulders before giving Lepsuth a pat on her nose and nudging her to head to their weyr. Alone? she asked, blinking at him; he nodded.
I won't be long. Get comfortable and I'll be there soon. He waited as she did as asked, watching just until she settled on their ledge before turning back toward L'rey was hauling his own straps along. K'zar followed, trailing after the younger boy until they were just out of sight around a corner; then he moved, catching up with a couple quicker, longer strides and reaching out to curl his fingers into the young bronzerider's shirt and yanking him to a stop, facing K'zar. “Hey!” the younger protested, a knee-jerk reaction to the sudden grip.
One hand flashed up to K'zar's wrist, the other clutching the straps harder to his chest, and his eyes flared as he took in the blood that streaked the greenrider's face, first, and then the whole stony expression of the man looming over him. His brief attempt to shake free only tightened K'zar's grip, but as he opened his mouth to demand an explanation for K'zar's behavior, he was cut off.
"I'll keep this short," K'zar began. "What your dragon did is on you. We weren't in your wing, we were not under your command.”
“So?” L’rey retorted, flashing a glare back at K’zar. “He was trying to get your dragon to do something, since you and everyone else…”
“Don’t you dare.” His voice, somehow, dropped lower, and the deadly quiet tone seemed to get through enough to stop whatever L’rey had been about to say; when he twisted his shoulder to free himself, K’zar let go, even though he remained looming over him. “Say something else- do something else, when it’s not your place, then believe me when I say I’ll make you regret it. You won’t even know when- but I will. You can count on that.”
He turned without another word, heading back out to where a flash of green hovered, the easily-frightened little dragon waiting for her rider; he didn’t falter or look back when L’rey muttered after him, just loud enough to be heard, “Whatever.” It wasn’t like either of them had gotten hurt that badly. Codrath hadn’t done anything wrong, no matter what K’zar thought.
Gathering up the straps into both arms again, L’rey continued on to his weyr to hang them up, moving as quickly as he could, before turning to head back out to where Codrath would be waiting.