Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on May 5, 2014 15:45:29 GMT -8
3076.06.14 | Dark night
K’tar shifted his weight, resting his left hand on Altahyr’s head and curling the fingers of his right into the palm before opening the hand once more. The sound was not repeated, nor did any other sound issue forth. Cautiously, K’tar glanced around the corner, then darted across it diagonally, pressing himself up against the wall, Altahyr still beside him.
Silence. Then the quiet tread…
“Shard it,” K’tar muttered. He’d been hoping the watchwhers would be somewhere else, but it hadn’t been likely that he’d get his wish.
“Altahyr, charge,” he ordered, snapping his hand towards the approaching sounds.
Altahyr shot forwards, body slamming into the approaching wher-handler.
As soon as he heard Altahyr make contact, K’tar darted across the hall, fetching up in front of the door to the “Headwoman’s” office. He fumbled the key for a moment, then had it in the door and was slipping inside the office, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the closed door for a second, mouth open in a ragged exhale. It was different, doing this for a prank, as compared to… tonight. Almost, he backed out, perhaps intending even to report what he was asked to get. That had been Viarth’s initial suggestion, until K’tar had pointed out that the Weyr had failed of protecting Chantrea once before.
Glancing around, K’tar stepped towards the desk, and the cabinet beyond. Just a couple letters. Just a couple letters and a page of notes, and he could slip back to his weyr, even sleep a couple of hours, until the day began. They wouldn’t collect the letters until tomorrow night. Not even another full day, and he wouldn’t have to worry about this again. Resolutely, or maybe desperately, he ignored the little voice that whispered: until next time.
K’tar shifted his weight, resting his left hand on Altahyr’s head and curling the fingers of his right into the palm before opening the hand once more. The sound was not repeated, nor did any other sound issue forth. Cautiously, K’tar glanced around the corner, then darted across it diagonally, pressing himself up against the wall, Altahyr still beside him.
Silence. Then the quiet tread…
“Shard it,” K’tar muttered. He’d been hoping the watchwhers would be somewhere else, but it hadn’t been likely that he’d get his wish.
“Altahyr, charge,” he ordered, snapping his hand towards the approaching sounds.
Altahyr shot forwards, body slamming into the approaching wher-handler.
As soon as he heard Altahyr make contact, K’tar darted across the hall, fetching up in front of the door to the “Headwoman’s” office. He fumbled the key for a moment, then had it in the door and was slipping inside the office, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the closed door for a second, mouth open in a ragged exhale. It was different, doing this for a prank, as compared to… tonight. Almost, he backed out, perhaps intending even to report what he was asked to get. That had been Viarth’s initial suggestion, until K’tar had pointed out that the Weyr had failed of protecting Chantrea once before.
Glancing around, K’tar stepped towards the desk, and the cabinet beyond. Just a couple letters. Just a couple letters and a page of notes, and he could slip back to his weyr, even sleep a couple of hours, until the day began. They wouldn’t collect the letters until tomorrow night. Not even another full day, and he wouldn’t have to worry about this again. Resolutely, or maybe desperately, he ignored the little voice that whispered: until next time.