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08.Jan.20, 03:44 PM
Cazan winced at T'ryn's first question. Who was she really? If she didn't have her work what did she have? Her moment of existential crisis was interrupted as he continued. Of course he meant in a literal sense and not a philosophical one. She flushed slightly in embarrassment at herself as she nodded. "Yes. I'm Cazan. Sorry again, I know it's probably confusing. But it's true."
She sighed turning away to avoid his gaze for a moment to look around her little workshop full of accomplishments she'd earned under a lie. She didn't like the confusion on T'ryn's face, the frown, the bit of hurt she thought she'd caught in his eyes. She was trying to be honest for once though, and that meant turning back to the bronzerider, looking into the eyes she wanted to avoid, and talking.
"Yes, Cazelarias exists. He is my twin. I mostly told you the truth, I just switched the perspective of the storytelling." She frowned a moment, eyes flickering away as she rethought the statement. No, that wasn't an accurate enough explanation for anything really. She may as well start from the beginning, hope that the sheer gravity of the lie didn't cement his anger more firmly.
Cazan lifted her gaze again to meet T'ryn's as she tried to offer a better explanation. "I started dressing up as my brother and attending his classes for him when he was just an apprentice, and I've been doing it since." The slightest bit of a proud smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I got him to Journeyman, I've made everything he's received credit for since and most of it before. You've never really met him."
She scowled at that thought. "He's still home, probably taking my absence as an excuse to take a vacation since he hates putting effort into anything except a pretty girl. I came here to give him a taste of what it would be like if he didn't have me around to do the work for him. The original plan was to go back after a bit and clean up whatever mess he made while I was away."
The original plan had sounded more and more unappealing the more people she met at the Weyr and the little friendships she was making. She'd put off thinking about her pending return, even had avoided sending a letter home to her brother to let him know how the business was going. Cazan studied T'ryn, doubtful he'd really understand, but hopeful that he would at least not hate her. Wanting anything else seemed it could be too painful with the current uncertainty. "I don't know what to do now. Other than work."
She sighed turning away to avoid his gaze for a moment to look around her little workshop full of accomplishments she'd earned under a lie. She didn't like the confusion on T'ryn's face, the frown, the bit of hurt she thought she'd caught in his eyes. She was trying to be honest for once though, and that meant turning back to the bronzerider, looking into the eyes she wanted to avoid, and talking.
"Yes, Cazelarias exists. He is my twin. I mostly told you the truth, I just switched the perspective of the storytelling." She frowned a moment, eyes flickering away as she rethought the statement. No, that wasn't an accurate enough explanation for anything really. She may as well start from the beginning, hope that the sheer gravity of the lie didn't cement his anger more firmly.
Cazan lifted her gaze again to meet T'ryn's as she tried to offer a better explanation. "I started dressing up as my brother and attending his classes for him when he was just an apprentice, and I've been doing it since." The slightest bit of a proud smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I got him to Journeyman, I've made everything he's received credit for since and most of it before. You've never really met him."
She scowled at that thought. "He's still home, probably taking my absence as an excuse to take a vacation since he hates putting effort into anything except a pretty girl. I came here to give him a taste of what it would be like if he didn't have me around to do the work for him. The original plan was to go back after a bit and clean up whatever mess he made while I was away."
The original plan had sounded more and more unappealing the more people she met at the Weyr and the little friendships she was making. She'd put off thinking about her pending return, even had avoided sending a letter home to her brother to let him know how the business was going. Cazan studied T'ryn, doubtful he'd really understand, but hopeful that he would at least not hate her. Wanting anything else seemed it could be too painful with the current uncertainty. "I don't know what to do now. Other than work."
