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742.04.03 | Saw Too Much - K'tir - 04.Apr.21
K’tir knew the attacks at every Weyr were getting to Casa and knew how close some of the victims were to her so he had spent the last several days doing his part in distracting her where he could. She had plenty of lovers to help with that but they both knew they could play a bit rougher with each other, take out some frustration if need be. Surprisingly, though, he wasn’t on his way that morning to offer that support—though he wouldn’t say no if it ended up that way. He simply wanted to check in on his Weyrwoman and make sure she was fine.
Knowing how everyone was suspicious of everyone and everything currently, K’tir brought some tea leaves he’d had safely stored away in his own cupboard for the past month. It was also a tin he had made a tea from the previous night and was fully confident it hadn’t been tampered with. It was early in the day still but a little calming drink was always in need when nerves were frazzled and he hoped the young woman would enjoy it. He wasn’t sure if she would still be in her weyr or already in her office but he figured he’d start at home first.
He was almost to Casa’s door when someone came sneaking out. They paused and stared at each other for a long moment, it slowly sinking in that the man—given the height and stance he felt it was a safe assumption—was wearing something that covered his face. Terror was just sinking in when the figure dashed towards him the same time K’tir called out for him to stop.
It was that action that caused him to inhale the powder that was thrown at his face. The tin dropped to the ground as K’tir screamed out again, this time in pain, as fingers clawed at his throat and rubbed at his eyes in turn. They both hurt and he didn’t know how to help either. He stumbled and fell to his knees, gasping aloud but trying to focus enough to speak with Ghaeth; his sweet gentle boy was getting agitated. I need help, Ghaeth! Send someone to the— his order to send help to Casa faded as whatever he had inhaled clouded his mind and left him in too much pain, writhing on the ground. He vaguely heard shouts when they came but couldn’t see who it was. He hoped Casa was all right but everyone was fussing over him and he was being dragged off to the infirmary, too out of it to say anything.
When he came-to sometime later (he recalled being fed some fellis to calm him), his daughter was the first to greet him. He knew her voice anywhere and that was all he had to go on as something impeded his vision. Careful fingers found his head was bandaged and Katiryn was urging him to leave it alone and if he stayed calm, she would fill him in on everything.
He found out that he’d been asleep for most of the day and given the headache he currently had, K’tir wouldn’t mind sleeping some more. But the news made sure he wouldn’t sleep for a while. The powder that had been thrown at him was something acidic which burned his airways from inhaling so much of it and seemed to have damaged his eyes. They currently weren’t sure how much of his vision would return. That was fine, he could worry about that later as he asked, “and Casa?” It came out rough and he grunted from the pain.
“Casa and her friend Zelana were poisoned but they’re alive. The Weyrleader and Junior Weyrwoman were also attacked but are alive,” Katiryn spoke softly and K’tir recalled that his daughter was friends with at least one of the girls. He held out his hand in the direction of her voice and gave a weak smile when she took it.
“We’re all okay, Kitty Kat. We’re strong. You won’t lose any of this.” He gave her hand a squeeze, hoping she understood the words that came out harshly, and he grunted as Katiryn threw herself against him in a hug. He returned it and soothed her the best he could. He had to focus on the fact that his children were safe as were J’zaq, Casa, and Ojassa. He almost started laughing when he noticed the goldriders’ names kind of rhymed and then wondered if that was the lingering effect of the fellis or the pain returning.
But the laugh didn’t come and the positivity was hard to hold onto. Casa and her friend could have been spared any pain if he had been able to tell someone about the man he saw. It also occurred to him that maybe he was a suspect despite his injury. “Get the Second for me, please. I saw someone leave her weyr.”
Katiryn ran off to get the Second and a Healer and K’tir sat up and leaned back against the wall, trying to remember every detail before he was questioned when he felt Ghaeth’s worry. I’m sorry, buddy. How are you doing?
What was D’hys doing in Ista so early in the day? What was D’hys ever doing, really? The bluerider had his fingers in many things and had his nice little arrangement with R’nya that made some of his shadier shit overlooked.
K’tir bet he did. He thought about the masked man again, wondering if D’hys could have been the culprit and what motives he would have. He was still thinking about that when people started arriving to check on him and get his statement. K’tir didn’t mention his theory about D’hys. If he was wrong, the bluerider would make his life miserable and perhaps finish the job of whoever did attack him. Maybe he’d look into that angle himself later on.