Post by ladybug on Apr 30, 2009 21:39:48 GMT -5
Dusk was falling across the Weyr. The sunset was beautiful, casting rays of pink and orange across the river. The scene was peaceful, and a stranger might never guess at the horrible attack that had occurred just days ago. Cadil had just woken up, and he was working on some chores before Cadisk was awake and ready for patrol.
He didn't like leaving Cadisk. Being apart from his wher made him nervous now. He had nightmares about being separated from Cadisk during another attack. Cadil knew it would be a long time before those nightmares vanished. Maybe they never would. And he was lucky, compared to many in the Weyr.
The wherling cast a last look out at the sunset before vanishing into the dim lower caverns. He was carrying two baskets, one filled with fresh glows, the other empty. As he moved down the passageway, he took the old glows down and stuck them in the empty basket, then replaced them with new ones. It was busy work, allowing his mind to wander, but it kept wandering to unpleasant things.
Suddenly, there was a sound, something like a low growl. Cadil's frayed nerves reacted, and he let out a yelp. The basket fell out of his hands, and glows tumbled everywhere. His free hand flew to the belt knife he now carried, and he tensed, almost expecting a leftover attacker.
Instead, a shadowy shape appeared from further down the hall, then resolved itself into a bulky gray feline. He certainly looked worse for the wear, with a dull sheen to his fur. Cadil could tell it was a domestic feline, nothing to be afraid of. He crouched down, holding his hand out. The feline sniffed, then turned and skittered away.
Cadil sighed, bending to collect the dropped glows. He was going to be jumpy like this for a while.
He didn't like leaving Cadisk. Being apart from his wher made him nervous now. He had nightmares about being separated from Cadisk during another attack. Cadil knew it would be a long time before those nightmares vanished. Maybe they never would. And he was lucky, compared to many in the Weyr.
The wherling cast a last look out at the sunset before vanishing into the dim lower caverns. He was carrying two baskets, one filled with fresh glows, the other empty. As he moved down the passageway, he took the old glows down and stuck them in the empty basket, then replaced them with new ones. It was busy work, allowing his mind to wander, but it kept wandering to unpleasant things.
Suddenly, there was a sound, something like a low growl. Cadil's frayed nerves reacted, and he let out a yelp. The basket fell out of his hands, and glows tumbled everywhere. His free hand flew to the belt knife he now carried, and he tensed, almost expecting a leftover attacker.
Instead, a shadowy shape appeared from further down the hall, then resolved itself into a bulky gray feline. He certainly looked worse for the wear, with a dull sheen to his fur. Cadil could tell it was a domestic feline, nothing to be afraid of. He crouched down, holding his hand out. The feline sniffed, then turned and skittered away.
Cadil sighed, bending to collect the dropped glows. He was going to be jumpy like this for a while.