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27.Jan.14, 07:41 AM
Throughout all of the chaos and keening, there was only one thing on his mind; the safety of his brother and his best friends. Tryst had been sent to go look for Indivara and Kerrin while he ran directly for Nyvian. Nothing else mattered to Ryvian as he ran, slid, and panicked his way past people that were running, crying, and also looking for loved ones. Didn’t they understand? He couldn’t stop to help look for someone because his brother, his twin, his other half lived in the area everyone was saying wasn’t hit as hard but it still wasn’t pretty.
Ryvian wasn’t even surprised when he made it to his brother’s home to find it empty and have a neighbour explain he saw the young bronzerider run off to help others. That was completely Nyvian. His brother never stopped to worry about himself; everyone else came first. It was that characteristic Ryvian had grown used to having around him and he relied on it far too much. It was partially why Nyvian’s Impression hit him so hard. He didn’t have his younger – by two minutes, but it still counted! – brother there to lean on and encourage him through his tasks or through their naughty deeds. There was more behind the devastation of that night that left twins separated across the Weyr with a dragonet between them but it had been hard adjusting to life without his constant companion beside him.
Nyvian’s name, nickname, and even the honorific Ryvian still avoided using most days were called out at random as he ran in the direction he was pointed in to find the missing twin. Nyvian was probably fine if he went to help others but Ryvian had to see for himself and then offer to help as well. It wasn’t like he’d only look for his brother and friends and then hide; he wasn’t that pathetic!
An answer never came from his calling and Ryvian’s heart pounded with each shaky step he forced himself to keep taking. Why wasn’t he answering? Where was his brother? Someone else called for help when another call for Nyvian went out and Ryvian forced himself to stop and help pull the younger man out from the rubble of a hut. The brief moment that he thought about leaving the man to keep searching for Nyvian was more than enough to plague Ryvian with guilt and he spent precious minutes moving debris and helping the man to his feet. He seemed well enough and promised he would be fine on his own when it was obvious Ryvian was on a mission for someone else. Relief swelled and the twin was on his way once more to finding his other half.
When he finally came across Nyvian, Ryvian was barely able to choke back the laughter and tears of relief. Even from the slight distance between them, he could see his brother was unharmed though he was definitely in need of a tub full of hot water. That thought made Ryvian grin briefly before jogging up to the rubble of a hut that his twin was surveying, likely checking for anyone trapped within. Hugs were instantly given as Tryst and Lace had their reunion as well. Then the expected lecture of coming to find him and getting himself in harm’s way came. Ryvian grinned through the entire thing, knowing it was only concern that had Nyvian fussing as much as he was. Another hug was tossed at Nyvian when the rant ended and they agreed to work together to find anyone else in the area.
They worked together for nearly an hour before Ryvian’s world threatened to cave in on him like the hut they were carefully working in. Ryvian wasn’t entirely sure how it happened but as they assisted an older dragonrider that had been pinned by debris on a leg, the mud around the hut shifted enough to cause the precariously standing building to crumble further. Ryvian thought they had all made it out okay thanks to some quick steps and a jump but Nyvian’s scream of pain sucked the life right out him.
He spun around to see his brother on his knees with his right arm fluttering between clutching his left shoulder and pawing at the rocks on his hand. The dragonrider was forgotten though the man’s dragon was already right there to take over anyway, and fell beside Nyvian to see what had happened. A quick survey to go along with Nyvian’s assessment brought them to the conclusion that his shoulder would be bruised from the stone smashing down on it but it didn’t seem broken or dislocated or whatever fancy terms the Healers would use for it. His hand, however, was in a lot of pain and Ryvian set to digging it free without doing further damage.
It was only after Nyvian was completely free and they moved away from the remains of the hut that the twins realized the faint sensation of loss they briefly felt in the chaos was due to Lace getting injured and going between with Tryst not far behind; distraught at the loss of his mate. Ryvian felt horrible for not thinking about the firelizards or noticing their deaths right away and he’d properly mourn for them later, but right then, Nyvian was the only thing on his mind.
Skorzanth was quick to offer assistance in bringing them to the Healers and while the injury wasn’t as bad as some of the others Ryvian saw as they entered the room, he still put up a fuss and made sure someone at least came by to give it a look and offer quick advice before waiting for a proper examination could happen.
Before, during, and after a Healer finally tended to the hand, Ryvian refused to let go of Nyvian’s good one. He sat on the floor beside his brother when chairs weren’t available and continued to sit on the floor when one opened up for Nyvian to use for the bandaging. When the Healer left, Ryvian rested his head on his brother’s thigh and let out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, Ny,” he mumbled miserably and more than a touch tired. The true scope of the event had finally started to sink in and all of the losses were beginning to pile up. At least the gold and blue firelizard duo that checked in with him regularly indicated Indivara was fine and apparently sleeping. That was one less friend he had to worry over which meant Nyvian received even more.
“For?” His brother’s voice held its usual calmness and Ryvian suspected the small dose of numbweed and drop of fellis that had been administered was helping with that.
“I dunno. Maybe if you didn’t have your attention split because of me you wouldn’t have been--” Ryvian fell silent when Nyvian’s left elbow gently bopped him on the head.
“You’re never a distraction, Ry. Hey, think of it this way; without you, I could have been completely trapped under the roof with the rider beside me. You helped us both get out.” Ryvian could see the truth in that but at the same time felt it was mostly said to get him to stop feeling so guilty. It did help regardless but Ryvian still wasn’t completely satisfied with it and felt he could have done something else to make the situation better.
“My… our? My… hut should still be okay. Lemme take you home to rest.” Ryvian glanced up to see Nyvian’s reaction to the idea and was relieved to see a nod. After a few minutes of leading the woozy from meds twin back to his dragon, the trip back to the hut went rather smoothly. Ryvian assisted in stripping Nyvian and fussed endlessly over his twin’s comfort, going so far as to plump the pillows and tuck him in before running off to get a glass of water to leave beside the bed in case Nyvian woke up thirsty.
Once everything was to his liking, Ryvian stripped back down as well and crawled into bed beside his brother. It was surprising how it felt so familiar yet odd to do such a thing again. They had shared a bed for as long as he could remember before Skorzanth bonded to Nyvian. Ryvian wasn’t quite sure what to make of it other than convincing himself it was because he had spent so many nights alone and had started to grow used to sprawling out gradually as each month passed. That theory didn’t feel quite right but he didn’t want to analyse it any further.
Everything odd faded away, however, the moment Nyvian took Ryvian’s hand in his good one. Ryvian smiled and gave it a light squeeze. “I’m here for you, Ny. Get some rest and later I’ll find us something to eat.” He’d check on Indivara, Kerrin, and their other friends later as well. He knew they were alive and that was enough to keep him going for the time being. Besides, good ol’ V’ler was likely pampering Indivara and hand feeding her right then or whatever it was romance-loving Harpers did with their mates. He wrinkled his nose at the thought but shoved it away as he peeked over to see if Nyvian had fallen asleep yet.
When it was decided his brother had indeed given up on staying awake, Ryvian nodded his approval and closed his eyes as well. A small nap where he could grab one seemed like a good idea. Who knew what the next few days would bring for them and the Weyr as a whole.
Ryvian wasn’t even surprised when he made it to his brother’s home to find it empty and have a neighbour explain he saw the young bronzerider run off to help others. That was completely Nyvian. His brother never stopped to worry about himself; everyone else came first. It was that characteristic Ryvian had grown used to having around him and he relied on it far too much. It was partially why Nyvian’s Impression hit him so hard. He didn’t have his younger – by two minutes, but it still counted! – brother there to lean on and encourage him through his tasks or through their naughty deeds. There was more behind the devastation of that night that left twins separated across the Weyr with a dragonet between them but it had been hard adjusting to life without his constant companion beside him.
Nyvian’s name, nickname, and even the honorific Ryvian still avoided using most days were called out at random as he ran in the direction he was pointed in to find the missing twin. Nyvian was probably fine if he went to help others but Ryvian had to see for himself and then offer to help as well. It wasn’t like he’d only look for his brother and friends and then hide; he wasn’t that pathetic!
An answer never came from his calling and Ryvian’s heart pounded with each shaky step he forced himself to keep taking. Why wasn’t he answering? Where was his brother? Someone else called for help when another call for Nyvian went out and Ryvian forced himself to stop and help pull the younger man out from the rubble of a hut. The brief moment that he thought about leaving the man to keep searching for Nyvian was more than enough to plague Ryvian with guilt and he spent precious minutes moving debris and helping the man to his feet. He seemed well enough and promised he would be fine on his own when it was obvious Ryvian was on a mission for someone else. Relief swelled and the twin was on his way once more to finding his other half.
When he finally came across Nyvian, Ryvian was barely able to choke back the laughter and tears of relief. Even from the slight distance between them, he could see his brother was unharmed though he was definitely in need of a tub full of hot water. That thought made Ryvian grin briefly before jogging up to the rubble of a hut that his twin was surveying, likely checking for anyone trapped within. Hugs were instantly given as Tryst and Lace had their reunion as well. Then the expected lecture of coming to find him and getting himself in harm’s way came. Ryvian grinned through the entire thing, knowing it was only concern that had Nyvian fussing as much as he was. Another hug was tossed at Nyvian when the rant ended and they agreed to work together to find anyone else in the area.
They worked together for nearly an hour before Ryvian’s world threatened to cave in on him like the hut they were carefully working in. Ryvian wasn’t entirely sure how it happened but as they assisted an older dragonrider that had been pinned by debris on a leg, the mud around the hut shifted enough to cause the precariously standing building to crumble further. Ryvian thought they had all made it out okay thanks to some quick steps and a jump but Nyvian’s scream of pain sucked the life right out him.
He spun around to see his brother on his knees with his right arm fluttering between clutching his left shoulder and pawing at the rocks on his hand. The dragonrider was forgotten though the man’s dragon was already right there to take over anyway, and fell beside Nyvian to see what had happened. A quick survey to go along with Nyvian’s assessment brought them to the conclusion that his shoulder would be bruised from the stone smashing down on it but it didn’t seem broken or dislocated or whatever fancy terms the Healers would use for it. His hand, however, was in a lot of pain and Ryvian set to digging it free without doing further damage.
It was only after Nyvian was completely free and they moved away from the remains of the hut that the twins realized the faint sensation of loss they briefly felt in the chaos was due to Lace getting injured and going between with Tryst not far behind; distraught at the loss of his mate. Ryvian felt horrible for not thinking about the firelizards or noticing their deaths right away and he’d properly mourn for them later, but right then, Nyvian was the only thing on his mind.
Skorzanth was quick to offer assistance in bringing them to the Healers and while the injury wasn’t as bad as some of the others Ryvian saw as they entered the room, he still put up a fuss and made sure someone at least came by to give it a look and offer quick advice before waiting for a proper examination could happen.
Before, during, and after a Healer finally tended to the hand, Ryvian refused to let go of Nyvian’s good one. He sat on the floor beside his brother when chairs weren’t available and continued to sit on the floor when one opened up for Nyvian to use for the bandaging. When the Healer left, Ryvian rested his head on his brother’s thigh and let out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, Ny,” he mumbled miserably and more than a touch tired. The true scope of the event had finally started to sink in and all of the losses were beginning to pile up. At least the gold and blue firelizard duo that checked in with him regularly indicated Indivara was fine and apparently sleeping. That was one less friend he had to worry over which meant Nyvian received even more.
“For?” His brother’s voice held its usual calmness and Ryvian suspected the small dose of numbweed and drop of fellis that had been administered was helping with that.
“I dunno. Maybe if you didn’t have your attention split because of me you wouldn’t have been--” Ryvian fell silent when Nyvian’s left elbow gently bopped him on the head.
“You’re never a distraction, Ry. Hey, think of it this way; without you, I could have been completely trapped under the roof with the rider beside me. You helped us both get out.” Ryvian could see the truth in that but at the same time felt it was mostly said to get him to stop feeling so guilty. It did help regardless but Ryvian still wasn’t completely satisfied with it and felt he could have done something else to make the situation better.
“My… our? My… hut should still be okay. Lemme take you home to rest.” Ryvian glanced up to see Nyvian’s reaction to the idea and was relieved to see a nod. After a few minutes of leading the woozy from meds twin back to his dragon, the trip back to the hut went rather smoothly. Ryvian assisted in stripping Nyvian and fussed endlessly over his twin’s comfort, going so far as to plump the pillows and tuck him in before running off to get a glass of water to leave beside the bed in case Nyvian woke up thirsty.
Once everything was to his liking, Ryvian stripped back down as well and crawled into bed beside his brother. It was surprising how it felt so familiar yet odd to do such a thing again. They had shared a bed for as long as he could remember before Skorzanth bonded to Nyvian. Ryvian wasn’t quite sure what to make of it other than convincing himself it was because he had spent so many nights alone and had started to grow used to sprawling out gradually as each month passed. That theory didn’t feel quite right but he didn’t want to analyse it any further.
Everything odd faded away, however, the moment Nyvian took Ryvian’s hand in his good one. Ryvian smiled and gave it a light squeeze. “I’m here for you, Ny. Get some rest and later I’ll find us something to eat.” He’d check on Indivara, Kerrin, and their other friends later as well. He knew they were alive and that was enough to keep him going for the time being. Besides, good ol’ V’ler was likely pampering Indivara and hand feeding her right then or whatever it was romance-loving Harpers did with their mates. He wrinkled his nose at the thought but shoved it away as he peeked over to see if Nyvian had fallen asleep yet.
When it was decided his brother had indeed given up on staying awake, Ryvian nodded his approval and closed his eyes as well. A small nap where he could grab one seemed like a good idea. Who knew what the next few days would bring for them and the Weyr as a whole.
