Somebody get this guy a GPS...
Oct 23, 2020 3:22:41 GMT -5
Post by Kolnybte on Oct 23, 2020 3:22:41 GMT -5
Ko'be-- no, not that, Ko -- opened his eyes.
Had he suffered some sort of Fit? Yeah, being in the air (not with Beraith) had been shit, but he wasn't a child, he could accept things as they were, and it wasn't like he'd never ridden Paolth before. He and Il'che had been weyrmates, for a time, and even now...not now. Even before Beraith, they'd been partners in-wing. Paolth was almost an extension of his dragon, and he hadn't even thought about leaping from the blue to join his green between, so where. Where was Paolth? Where was Il'che?
It would be just like that cracked egg to leave him outside of the 'Hall after he'd spent nearly a full month bitching at him to stop moping, to get away from dragons.
"Faranth." Ko swore, quietly, sitting up on elbows to survey his surroundings. His head was pounding, the cold of between slowly seeping out of his bones.
There was a swirling...thing. In the sky over him. In the very wrong-shade-of-blue sky. With three moons, all of which were the wrong color and size.
He- he hadn't even taken any fellis in a half-dozen 'sevens. What.
"Oh, dear," A sigh from nearby, an accent that was completely off from any he'd ever heard, even those strange Bitrans or the Traders. When Ko turned to look, he nearly fainted dead out: there was what looked like an ancient woman standing a few feet away. She looked to be part lizard. She had scales. Claws. An expression that suggested that she felt bad for him. Well. At least there was that. "Hello, love. Here, have some soup, there's a good boy. Helps the nerves. The portal brings all sorts here." The ancient lizard woman sighed, pressing a strange metal cup into his hands.
A hearty fear of the Hearth Aunties had him accepting the contraption automatically, pulling himself into a more seated position. "Ah." Ko mumbled, hands warming around the smooth metal. It was enameled, he realized. The enamel was old, chipping around the edges. "Thank you."
The lizard woman smiled, he was pretty sure. "Never mind. I'm Mildegarde, I like to keep an eye on this old brute. I run a little boarding house, in town. You'll not be able to miss it, now, dear. Straight that way," She pointed one clawed finger at what appeared to be a totally feral amalgamation of architecture. "First big house, with three blue spires out front. Bring me back my thermos, and I'll have a room ready for you for the night. No, I shan't accept no. You'll come stay, and I'll fill you in on the local gossip."
With that, the old -- woman? -- slouched off, gait hitching on a limp every stride.
Ko sat in the soft grass, stared after her for a long time. The sun (was it just him, or were there three of them?) was high overhead, warming his shoulders as he tried to process what was happening. Clearly, their trip between had gone very wrong. Il'che and Paolth weren't here. Here was not pern. There was record, still, of the settlers of his home, two hundred-odd turns back. Ko wasn't a fool: he knew there were other places in the universe that a species could settle.
It had just never once occurred to him that he might see any of those. Not even once. In all his life. Faranth's left tail fork.
Without thinking, Kolnybte sipped the soup. It tasted like fire poured into a mug, stirred around with what might be meat and vegetables.
"Shit!"
Ow. Ow, ow, ow.
Today was turning out just fine. Just. Fine.
[608 words, Fab Fall Foods]
Had he suffered some sort of Fit? Yeah, being in the air (not with Beraith) had been shit, but he wasn't a child, he could accept things as they were, and it wasn't like he'd never ridden Paolth before. He and Il'che had been weyrmates, for a time, and even now...not now. Even before Beraith, they'd been partners in-wing. Paolth was almost an extension of his dragon, and he hadn't even thought about leaping from the blue to join his green between, so where. Where was Paolth? Where was Il'che?
It would be just like that cracked egg to leave him outside of the 'Hall after he'd spent nearly a full month bitching at him to stop moping, to get away from dragons.
"Faranth." Ko swore, quietly, sitting up on elbows to survey his surroundings. His head was pounding, the cold of between slowly seeping out of his bones.
There was a swirling...thing. In the sky over him. In the very wrong-shade-of-blue sky. With three moons, all of which were the wrong color and size.
He- he hadn't even taken any fellis in a half-dozen 'sevens. What.
"Oh, dear," A sigh from nearby, an accent that was completely off from any he'd ever heard, even those strange Bitrans or the Traders. When Ko turned to look, he nearly fainted dead out: there was what looked like an ancient woman standing a few feet away. She looked to be part lizard. She had scales. Claws. An expression that suggested that she felt bad for him. Well. At least there was that. "Hello, love. Here, have some soup, there's a good boy. Helps the nerves. The portal brings all sorts here." The ancient lizard woman sighed, pressing a strange metal cup into his hands.
A hearty fear of the Hearth Aunties had him accepting the contraption automatically, pulling himself into a more seated position. "Ah." Ko mumbled, hands warming around the smooth metal. It was enameled, he realized. The enamel was old, chipping around the edges. "Thank you."
The lizard woman smiled, he was pretty sure. "Never mind. I'm Mildegarde, I like to keep an eye on this old brute. I run a little boarding house, in town. You'll not be able to miss it, now, dear. Straight that way," She pointed one clawed finger at what appeared to be a totally feral amalgamation of architecture. "First big house, with three blue spires out front. Bring me back my thermos, and I'll have a room ready for you for the night. No, I shan't accept no. You'll come stay, and I'll fill you in on the local gossip."
With that, the old -- woman? -- slouched off, gait hitching on a limp every stride.
Ko sat in the soft grass, stared after her for a long time. The sun (was it just him, or were there three of them?) was high overhead, warming his shoulders as he tried to process what was happening. Clearly, their trip between had gone very wrong. Il'che and Paolth weren't here. Here was not pern. There was record, still, of the settlers of his home, two hundred-odd turns back. Ko wasn't a fool: he knew there were other places in the universe that a species could settle.
It had just never once occurred to him that he might see any of those. Not even once. In all his life. Faranth's left tail fork.
Without thinking, Kolnybte sipped the soup. It tasted like fire poured into a mug, stirred around with what might be meat and vegetables.
"Shit!"
Ow. Ow, ow, ow.
Today was turning out just fine. Just. Fine.
[608 words, Fab Fall Foods]