Post by Ruby on Jun 21, 2009 18:08:09 GMT -5
Night had fallen several candlemarks ago, but Belior's silvery rim was just now breaking over the tops of the trees around Selenitas. Its light, mixed with that of Timor, higher in the sky, lightly touched a deep red mop of hair, much longer than it had been two years ago. As the moon continued to rise, the shadow of the trees receeded, revealing a tall, thin man with a tan and very dark clothing. Next to the human hulked a sandy-bronze runner-sized mass, thin for a Wher, gilded in the moonlight. The tall human stood with one hand on his Wher's shoulder, gently soothing as Pidesk squinted slightly in the winter moonlight. "We're home, Pidesk. Finally home."
That was a strange thought for Piden. 'Home' had always been his old farm- he'd never really felt that he'd fit in at Selenitas, until he impressed Pidesk. Even then, he didn't really truly feel at home at the Weyr, just wherever Pidesk was. He hadn't felt that he'd made any lasting friends during training, and had truly enjoyed exploring the North after they had taken off. Pidesk, however, was another story. Although he never actually said anything about it, Piden knew that every day away from Selenitas pained the Bronze. It was only Piden's stone-cold fear of being dragged back to the cothold and Saphor and her baby that kept Pidesk from convincing His to return for so long. But when news of the Siege had reached the pair, far away at High Reaches, Pidesk had finally spoken up, begging his to return with images of broken dragons, humans and whers alike. It had been the sense of total panic at the destruction of his home- truly his home, whether he thought so or not- that had convinced Piden to return.
So here they were, standing in the moonlight, facing the door to the transfer check-in, Piden shivering slightly in the winter wind that had just kicked up. They made quite the scene, similar to one Piden had actually imagined just before Pidesk's impression. Fisting the hand where Pidesk's blooding had left a scar, Piden smiled, and felt an answering warmth from his Wher. They were home, and Pidesk was happier than he had been in two years. And Pidesk being happy made Piden happy. Home. They were truly home.
A tiny creature, the last of Piden's retinue, stretched tentatively from beneath his shirt collar, frilling madly at the sight of the main hall. Instinctively, Piden grabbed the tiny green Salamandyr off his shirt, dropping to a crouch and holding her downwind as she spewed the contents of her stomach onto the ground. Recovering herself and scampering up her bonded's arm, she returned to Piden's shirt collar, and all was silent.
For about a second, until WHERRY BRAIN! WHERRRR BRAIN! WHER BRA!! HOMEHOMEHOME shattered the night.
That was a strange thought for Piden. 'Home' had always been his old farm- he'd never really felt that he'd fit in at Selenitas, until he impressed Pidesk. Even then, he didn't really truly feel at home at the Weyr, just wherever Pidesk was. He hadn't felt that he'd made any lasting friends during training, and had truly enjoyed exploring the North after they had taken off. Pidesk, however, was another story. Although he never actually said anything about it, Piden knew that every day away from Selenitas pained the Bronze. It was only Piden's stone-cold fear of being dragged back to the cothold and Saphor and her baby that kept Pidesk from convincing His to return for so long. But when news of the Siege had reached the pair, far away at High Reaches, Pidesk had finally spoken up, begging his to return with images of broken dragons, humans and whers alike. It had been the sense of total panic at the destruction of his home- truly his home, whether he thought so or not- that had convinced Piden to return.
So here they were, standing in the moonlight, facing the door to the transfer check-in, Piden shivering slightly in the winter wind that had just kicked up. They made quite the scene, similar to one Piden had actually imagined just before Pidesk's impression. Fisting the hand where Pidesk's blooding had left a scar, Piden smiled, and felt an answering warmth from his Wher. They were home, and Pidesk was happier than he had been in two years. And Pidesk being happy made Piden happy. Home. They were truly home.
A tiny creature, the last of Piden's retinue, stretched tentatively from beneath his shirt collar, frilling madly at the sight of the main hall. Instinctively, Piden grabbed the tiny green Salamandyr off his shirt, dropping to a crouch and holding her downwind as she spewed the contents of her stomach onto the ground. Recovering herself and scampering up her bonded's arm, she returned to Piden's shirt collar, and all was silent.
For about a second, until WHERRY BRAIN! WHERRRR BRAIN! WHER BRA!! HOMEHOMEHOME shattered the night.
