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22.Jan.20, 12:00 PM
“Cazan has my face!” Cazelarias said indignantly, but the grumble was lost under the tirade of information that Cazan loaded on him, and Cazelarias frowned at her, pursing his lips, eyebrows pulled together. It was that, or pout, and he was much too angry to pout. Why did Cazan have to continually uproot his life? Why couldn’t she leave him out of all her drama and mayhem? He just wanted to go home, to curl up in the hidden corner of his Father’s library, and never come out again. To be surrounded by the familiar murky lighting and dusty smell of old books and an older building. Instead, he was who-knew-where (he couldn’t remember, honestly; so many names and places had been loaded onto him in too short a time), with whomever the group of people were that Cazan had attached herself to (using his face!) and now she had a dragon. A fat, liquid gold monster that was chattering loudly and Cazelarias didn’t like the way her voice was in his head.
When the blonde (T’ryn, apparently) told Cazan she’d be staying in the current location for fifteen months, what little colour was on Cazelarias’ face vanished, draining away like milk out of a glass, and leaving him looking pale and sickly. His stomach clenched in terror, and wild eyes stared at his sister. He was so overwhelmed by the prospect that he couldn’t even grasp onto the fact that he was supposed to be playing CC – who was definitely much more confident and a lot less clingy than he was! – CC didn’t need his sister, his twin. Cazelarias did. The prospect of being sent back to Ista without Cazan, of being expected to do her work, and to keep up the façade without her for fifteen months had him trembling on the spot.
“No,” he said softly, shaking his head, expression panicked. “No! Cazan,” he mewed his twin’s name pitifully, clinging to her hands ever since the hug broke, refusing to let her go entirely, completely unaware that such physical contact could upset a dragon; blissful ignorance. “Why?” He moaned softly, a begging word for an answer, an explanation for al the things that had happened that lead up to that moment. Cazan pretending to be him so successfully; running away; leaving him; leaving their life; abandoning him! Fleeing to Ista. Making who knew what types of promises and agreements in his name. Ending up where they were now, with a dragon attached to her mind like a fat gold parasite.
He didn’t care about the little group staring at them, that they might figure out something wasn’t quite right – though that N’reh already seemed to know Cazan was, well, Cazan in general – or that he was (at least for those two) completely destroying any impression Cazan might have built up about him. Usually, Cazelarias was good at playing his role. He’d managed it well enough after Cazan ran away, until he had some idea where she’d taken off too and was able to follow. But right at that moment, with his entire life being turned upside down as he slowly (and not so slowly) comprehended alt he changes Cazan being a goldrider was going to bring about, keeping up appearances was not at the top of his list.
Thankfully, for all the fuss that Cazan had caused by Impressing as a ‘boy’, no one seemed overly interested in them currently.
When the blonde (T’ryn, apparently) told Cazan she’d be staying in the current location for fifteen months, what little colour was on Cazelarias’ face vanished, draining away like milk out of a glass, and leaving him looking pale and sickly. His stomach clenched in terror, and wild eyes stared at his sister. He was so overwhelmed by the prospect that he couldn’t even grasp onto the fact that he was supposed to be playing CC – who was definitely much more confident and a lot less clingy than he was! – CC didn’t need his sister, his twin. Cazelarias did. The prospect of being sent back to Ista without Cazan, of being expected to do her work, and to keep up the façade without her for fifteen months had him trembling on the spot.
“No,” he said softly, shaking his head, expression panicked. “No! Cazan,” he mewed his twin’s name pitifully, clinging to her hands ever since the hug broke, refusing to let her go entirely, completely unaware that such physical contact could upset a dragon; blissful ignorance. “Why?” He moaned softly, a begging word for an answer, an explanation for al the things that had happened that lead up to that moment. Cazan pretending to be him so successfully; running away; leaving him; leaving their life; abandoning him! Fleeing to Ista. Making who knew what types of promises and agreements in his name. Ending up where they were now, with a dragon attached to her mind like a fat gold parasite.
He didn’t care about the little group staring at them, that they might figure out something wasn’t quite right – though that N’reh already seemed to know Cazan was, well, Cazan in general – or that he was (at least for those two) completely destroying any impression Cazan might have built up about him. Usually, Cazelarias was good at playing his role. He’d managed it well enough after Cazan ran away, until he had some idea where she’d taken off too and was able to follow. But right at that moment, with his entire life being turned upside down as he slowly (and not so slowly) comprehended alt he changes Cazan being a goldrider was going to bring about, keeping up appearances was not at the top of his list.
Thankfully, for all the fuss that Cazan had caused by Impressing as a ‘boy’, no one seemed overly interested in them currently.
