Post by Zen on May 24, 2011 15:01:04 GMT -5
She wasn’t quite sure what in the name of Faranth was happening. All she knew was that there was a break out and prisoners were fleeing right and left. What was she going to do about it? Nothing. What could she do about it? Pretty much the same as what was stated before. Nothing. Why? Because, at this point in time, Rynn knew where her loyalties were: all over the place. If she didn’t choose one way or the other, then she would surely lose her mind. Or perhaps it was already gone. Wenny and Rysk did that to her. Ghost didn’t make it any better, the sharding firelizard. But it was mainly Wenrynsk and Rysk that made her feel as if her mind were oozing out of her ears. If it wasn’t the constant bickering, then it was the green’s constant want of everything the blue had.
But tonight… tonight was different. Tonight both whers found themselves agreeing on what the small troupe had to do. It was a horrid decision, one Rynn would not have made ever in her life, but the whers decided it and so it should be. Of course, Rynn didn’t have to like it, but her whers ruled her now. Wenny decided it first. That’s why Rysk was so keen on going, because she was envious that she hadn’t thought of it in the first place. Wenrynsk wanted to be the first wher to escape, which would have suited him fine. Rysk wanted to escape just because whatever Wenny did, she did. It was a simple enough equation and one the green stuck to no matter what.
Rynn hadn’t agreed easily. It was still mind-numbing to wrap herself around the realization that she was going to break out. If Warden’s ever found her or her whers (or, Faranth forbid, Ghostflight), then she’d surely be dead. She had loved her two whers for long enough to be torn if either of them turned up missing (or went missing, as one certainly can’t turn up missing, can he/she?) or worse, dead. So Rynn went along with the wher’s plan to leave the Weyr. Why not? She’d convince them to come back sooner or later. Wenny would start missing his hoarding or something and Rysk would start becoming envious that the blue was missing something and start to miss something herself.
We’re going on an adventure! Wenny declared, mimicking Rynn. It was one of his most favorite quotes from her and he said it perfectly; he’d certainly worked on it.
We adventure~ Wenny Rynnine and Rysk go adventure! Rysk declared as she pranced around Rynn. Her long legs allowed her to do so even as the trio ran (Ghost was flying) through the Weyr.
“It’s not an adventure; It’s an escape.” Rynn growled, hoping she wouldn’t run into anyone she knew.
Adventure, escape, no difference! Wenrynsk, in all his infinite wisdom, declared eagerly. He bounded beside Rynn, keeping pace with her easily.
Rysk was still stuck on the adventure aspect. She hadn’t really wrapped her mind around it. As such, she kept humming ‘adventure adventure’ a lot, even mixing up the word and making new ways of saying it. That’s what had happened when she said ‘Rynn-mine’ too much. It had become Rynnine and the name had stuck. Rysk was far too simple-minded to know the difference. Therefore, Rynn never told her.
They sailed easily through the Weyr and found themselves outside. The mile-long cut section, though the three had traversed it many times before, now seemed daunting. There was a smattering of already-escaped prisoners heading one way. Wenny instantly corrected his gait and picked up the speed. Whoo! Adventure!
Rysk bounded after him. Her mind-voice cast to the prisoners who were escaping to make sure they knew that the two whers and their handler were friends. We are friends, not food!
Rynn sighed as she jogged behind them. But she’d made the decision, and she was going to live with it one way or another. She and her whers were outlaws now. Who knew where that would lead?
But tonight… tonight was different. Tonight both whers found themselves agreeing on what the small troupe had to do. It was a horrid decision, one Rynn would not have made ever in her life, but the whers decided it and so it should be. Of course, Rynn didn’t have to like it, but her whers ruled her now. Wenny decided it first. That’s why Rysk was so keen on going, because she was envious that she hadn’t thought of it in the first place. Wenrynsk wanted to be the first wher to escape, which would have suited him fine. Rysk wanted to escape just because whatever Wenny did, she did. It was a simple enough equation and one the green stuck to no matter what.
Rynn hadn’t agreed easily. It was still mind-numbing to wrap herself around the realization that she was going to break out. If Warden’s ever found her or her whers (or, Faranth forbid, Ghostflight), then she’d surely be dead. She had loved her two whers for long enough to be torn if either of them turned up missing (or went missing, as one certainly can’t turn up missing, can he/she?) or worse, dead. So Rynn went along with the wher’s plan to leave the Weyr. Why not? She’d convince them to come back sooner or later. Wenny would start missing his hoarding or something and Rysk would start becoming envious that the blue was missing something and start to miss something herself.
We’re going on an adventure! Wenny declared, mimicking Rynn. It was one of his most favorite quotes from her and he said it perfectly; he’d certainly worked on it.
We adventure~ Wenny Rynnine and Rysk go adventure! Rysk declared as she pranced around Rynn. Her long legs allowed her to do so even as the trio ran (Ghost was flying) through the Weyr.
“It’s not an adventure; It’s an escape.” Rynn growled, hoping she wouldn’t run into anyone she knew.
Adventure, escape, no difference! Wenrynsk, in all his infinite wisdom, declared eagerly. He bounded beside Rynn, keeping pace with her easily.
Rysk was still stuck on the adventure aspect. She hadn’t really wrapped her mind around it. As such, she kept humming ‘adventure adventure’ a lot, even mixing up the word and making new ways of saying it. That’s what had happened when she said ‘Rynn-mine’ too much. It had become Rynnine and the name had stuck. Rysk was far too simple-minded to know the difference. Therefore, Rynn never told her.
They sailed easily through the Weyr and found themselves outside. The mile-long cut section, though the three had traversed it many times before, now seemed daunting. There was a smattering of already-escaped prisoners heading one way. Wenny instantly corrected his gait and picked up the speed. Whoo! Adventure!
Rysk bounded after him. Her mind-voice cast to the prisoners who were escaping to make sure they knew that the two whers and their handler were friends. We are friends, not food!
Rynn sighed as she jogged behind them. But she’d made the decision, and she was going to live with it one way or another. She and her whers were outlaws now. Who knew where that would lead?
