Tag: Ar'vis, Mul'rec, K'din, and Sid'nis (Ryarin too if she wants to join!)
Slowly but surely, life was returning to normal for the brownrider. Since his return to the Weyr, the man had been on the mend from his torturous wounds and some of his old self was returning. The physical wounds were easier to treat and repair than the mental ones, but being home with Ryarin had been a balm to his broken soul, and the news of his impending fatherhood certainly had a countering effect on his terrors. In the public's eye he seemed to be assimilating quite well back into the fold, recovering his strength and girth again under proper feedings and exercise, and once E'mir thought he was ready to handle his duties again, V'an took up his post as Weyrlingmasters' Assistant once more.
It wasn't always easy though, when the nightmares plagued him in his sleep and woke him with yells of pain, or remind him of his betrayal and the pillow beneath him would dampen with tears. Only Arigoth, Sid and Locke could understand the horrors that still brushed against his mind from time to time, stealing his breath away when he thought he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. For the most part, V'an learned how to subdue the radical turns his mind would make, to keep himself calm and collected around other people so that he wouldn't see the pity in their eyes if he broke down before them. Only Ryarin was privy to these moments of weakness and fear, and even then the brownrider never fully revealed himself to her, for the woman did not need the added stress on her shoulders when her stomach was beginning to swell with life. No, the most virile and darkest secrets, he still kept to himself, the evil he'd endured caged away into a place of his mind he was trying very hard to forget even existed.
Life continued though, and so must V'an.
Usually, it was the brownrider that ushered his weyrmate around to Feasts and Gathers, encouraging her to be social and outgoing with the public, but this time it seemed that it was the zultaniterider that was coaxing him.
'It would be good to get out for a while, don't you think?'
Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn't. Did he really have to?
Ryarin insisted they did and that they could enjoy the scenery, the food, the competitions, the wares, the sights and sounds, all the things he used to enjoy about Gathers. It took only a few more ideas to sway him, maybe they could buy some things for the baby, a crib, a mobile to hang from the crib, or they could look into a weaponsmith for a new blade, and of course they would always have a stall for firelizards if he wanted another. A flash of the broken blue body surged to the front of his mind, but it was quickly shoved aside by the soothing love of his dragon. It might do him well to have another pet to dote upon before the baby arrives, and to take his mind off his ails. V'an finally agreed to his weyrmate, realizing that perhaps the Gather might actually do him well, and they readied together.
The once vibrant young man had seemed to age quite a few turns, even though he sported a rather fine black tunic
that was cinched around the waist with a thick decorative belt. His feathered locks of brown hair had been combed back with oils and yet still a few strands strayed and fell to frame his long face. There was a constant dim of his spiced eyes, a blush of purple around the lids that spoke of sleepless nights, and a few added creases to his once exuberant face that seemed always ready to smile. Otherwise, today V'an looked on the outside like the same brownrider he'd always been and he was hoping to carry that illusion for everyone as long as it took until he felt himself.
As they meandered through the Gather, V'an felt like it was a rather familiar scene and never seemed to let Ryarin too far out of his reach and seemed to inconspicuously scanning the crowd around them, especially behind, to make sure he was not going to relive another nightmare. Anytime his weyrmate caught his looks, she'd give his hand a gentle squeeze and it seemed enough to calm his fast beating heart and remind him that he was home again, safe. After a while, the sights and sounds didn't seem to overwhelm him as much, that he seemed to move easier through the crowds, nor fidget so much when they stood at a vendors' stall to overlook their wares. By the time they reached some of the competitions, V'an wasn't feeling quite so nervous or jumpy anymore and was actually beginning to enjoy himself.
It was then that he caught sight of a few familiar faces, popping up randomly amidst a larger crowd of a competition and the brownrider found his feet taking him toward the group. When he got closer, he clearly spotted his old Wingleaders and his 'uncle' amongst the participants and the way they all seemed to be preparing told V'an just what sort of competition this was. Part of him ached to sign his own name and weight, to throw himself into the ring against Ar'vis once more, or test Mul'recs' mettle after all these turns, or even give K'din a good deserved punch or two, but he could already feel his body groaning against the thought. He knew he was not in his peak physical condition to spar against these men, not when marks were on the line and they had no intent to go easy on their paired up partner.
Instead, V'an was forced to spectate, to watch as his friends beat the crap out of each other instead, still proving to be an excellent show. A bemused smile moved along his lips as he turned toward the stands to find a seat for the fights, and it was there he spotted yet another familiar face. This one though, made his smile falter for a moment as darkened memories threatened to slip to the light once more. However, Sid'nis had been a long time friend and even their stint in the darkness of that basement, nothing could break that bond. Pushing past the reluctance, the brownrider moved through the stands until he got closer to Sid, calling out to the bluerider before taking a seat beside him, carefully settling himself onto the bench.
"You think Mul'rec will win?" He asked wryly, bringing up quite easily another commonality between them that wouldn't remind them of the horrors.
((gotta stop him here.... sorry for the long winded reply... He is only Spectating.))