Post by K'ivan on Feb 27, 2010 18:52:10 GMT -8
They had grown distant in the past few months, and he was unsure why. After their intense few Turns, K’ivan felt rather lost that Cevara had been distant from him. It seemed too close to what had happened with Klissi the first time, and though their dragons were different colors, they seemed now echoes of each other. Both had been … were… K’ivan sighed, leaning his chin on the heel of his hand. From atop the mountains, the sunset blazed oranges and crimsons. He shook his head and sighed, tugging a few locks of hair from his mouth as he licked his lips. Despite being only a sevenday from spring, the weather was fierce. This sunset was a rarity among the mountains; usually their peaks were crowned with the grays of snow or rain clouds.
Somewhere around this area was where the Syndicate base had been, or so K’ivan had been told by his Guardian network, those who risked their lives to be spies among the Syndicate. They’d only lost one and he regretted the loss every day. While he took pride in his position, he wished it had not become a necessity. When it was a group against the nefarious Syndicate, the lines had been clear, the borders between what should be done and what should not be, the choices had been easy. With the trouble coming from something closer to the Weyr now, he was at a great unease.
The Guardian network spoke rumors of what might be stirring in Kajano Hold; and K'ivan thought of the preparation Cevara and he had made in secret so long ago. They had been for an eventuality dealing with the Syndicate. Now it could be caused by the Lord Holder's actions. It was not something he wanted to think to hard about as though the very idea would cause it to become truth. With the report F'rendil had given last night, K'ivan's fears were starting to become realized. He continued to listen to the rumors.
Other rumors, disturbing ones, had been made known to him. They spoke of people sighting someone who resembled K’ivan close enough they had mistaken this man for him. Who was it? Why would anyone want to appear as him save to cause his reputation damage – yet thus far the only deeds reported were beneficial… preventing a tithe from being stolen… rescuing a girl during Threadfall… being responsible for helping Jeysu during that long-ago summer Gather… the question at the moment was not who or why but how?
It was many of these reasons why he finally chose to seek an audience with Ampara and Dysmeth, requesting they meet Baizynth and he out here, where there was no one else, and so no one to overhear their conversation.
The idea that Baizynth might Fly Dysmeth was not far from his mind. There were few bronzes in the Weyr these days, and fewer still young bronzes. It was an interesting twist that White Sands Weyr had been suffering a similar fate until recently. If Baizynth flew Dysmeth, it would mean he was the Sire of the last two clutches. While this was not dangerous at the moment, for Dysmeth and Tuirith were not related, the trouble could lay in the future if it became a habit. On the other hand, the clutch that warmed on the Sands was the first clutch Baizynth had sired in the last ten Turns, Lossoth before he left having sired the most. Genetic problems would not come into the fore, for some time.
All this drifted through his mind, or in his history, the heavy past he had had in the last ten Turns since coming Forward. Now that so many of the Old Timers had begun to leave Great Cliffs, their lives slowly drawing them outward, K’ivan found himself among the last who still lived at Great Cliffs.
He continued to wait for Ampara to arrive. What news and confession he had for her was grave indeed, and one he had not wished to tell anyone. Now, she was the only one he could trust, the only one he could turn to in this time of need. K'ivan told her only it was a Guardian meeting, merely neglecting to mention there would be no one else coming.
Somewhere around this area was where the Syndicate base had been, or so K’ivan had been told by his Guardian network, those who risked their lives to be spies among the Syndicate. They’d only lost one and he regretted the loss every day. While he took pride in his position, he wished it had not become a necessity. When it was a group against the nefarious Syndicate, the lines had been clear, the borders between what should be done and what should not be, the choices had been easy. With the trouble coming from something closer to the Weyr now, he was at a great unease.
The Guardian network spoke rumors of what might be stirring in Kajano Hold; and K'ivan thought of the preparation Cevara and he had made in secret so long ago. They had been for an eventuality dealing with the Syndicate. Now it could be caused by the Lord Holder's actions. It was not something he wanted to think to hard about as though the very idea would cause it to become truth. With the report F'rendil had given last night, K'ivan's fears were starting to become realized. He continued to listen to the rumors.
Other rumors, disturbing ones, had been made known to him. They spoke of people sighting someone who resembled K’ivan close enough they had mistaken this man for him. Who was it? Why would anyone want to appear as him save to cause his reputation damage – yet thus far the only deeds reported were beneficial… preventing a tithe from being stolen… rescuing a girl during Threadfall… being responsible for helping Jeysu during that long-ago summer Gather… the question at the moment was not who or why but how?
It was many of these reasons why he finally chose to seek an audience with Ampara and Dysmeth, requesting they meet Baizynth and he out here, where there was no one else, and so no one to overhear their conversation.
The idea that Baizynth might Fly Dysmeth was not far from his mind. There were few bronzes in the Weyr these days, and fewer still young bronzes. It was an interesting twist that White Sands Weyr had been suffering a similar fate until recently. If Baizynth flew Dysmeth, it would mean he was the Sire of the last two clutches. While this was not dangerous at the moment, for Dysmeth and Tuirith were not related, the trouble could lay in the future if it became a habit. On the other hand, the clutch that warmed on the Sands was the first clutch Baizynth had sired in the last ten Turns, Lossoth before he left having sired the most. Genetic problems would not come into the fore, for some time.
All this drifted through his mind, or in his history, the heavy past he had had in the last ten Turns since coming Forward. Now that so many of the Old Timers had begun to leave Great Cliffs, their lives slowly drawing them outward, K’ivan found himself among the last who still lived at Great Cliffs.
He continued to wait for Ampara to arrive. What news and confession he had for her was grave indeed, and one he had not wished to tell anyone. Now, she was the only one he could trust, the only one he could turn to in this time of need. K'ivan told her only it was a Guardian meeting, merely neglecting to mention there would be no one else coming.
