Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 27, 2016 15:56:52 GMT -8
3078.01.13|Hilly outskirts of Shimmer Bay
Seven months, it had been. Seven months or so. Neither rider nor dragon really knew how long, they'd lost long tracts of time to illness, the terrible illnesses that followed a body long injured and without access to proper care. Still though, there had been time, enough time, at least, though K'rad had declined to tell anyone here for whom he cried. He had failed, more than failed, been captured and questioned, and the chances that his family had survived the consequences of such for so long a time were effectively non-existent. He'd have ended it all, but he wouldn't do that to Belegurth, wouldn't condemn his dragon without cause.
So K'rad remained Kelradek, and tended the goats when he could, and tried to plan. Tried, only, for he could hardly bring himself to care, even now. He needed to, needed to and knew it, but really, it was Belegurth's fire that kept them going, for K'rad wasn't even really sure what to hang onto most.
Seven months, it had been. Seven months or so. Neither rider nor dragon really knew how long, they'd lost long tracts of time to illness, the terrible illnesses that followed a body long injured and without access to proper care. Still though, there had been time, enough time, at least, though K'rad had declined to tell anyone here for whom he cried. He had failed, more than failed, been captured and questioned, and the chances that his family had survived the consequences of such for so long a time were effectively non-existent. He'd have ended it all, but he wouldn't do that to Belegurth, wouldn't condemn his dragon without cause.
So K'rad remained Kelradek, and tended the goats when he could, and tried to plan. Tried, only, for he could hardly bring himself to care, even now. He needed to, needed to and knew it, but really, it was Belegurth's fire that kept them going, for K'rad wasn't even really sure what to hang onto most.