Post by Narrator on Mar 6, 2014 22:40:32 GMT -8
((OOC - This story arc began on Great Cliffs Weyr's former site: Whatever Happened To.... I moved it in its entirety in 2022.))
Time Reference: Roughly a sevenday prior to the quarantine of the Erdan Island Chain.
Lesu closed his eyes and clenched the edge of the railing tighter. Even then the world didn’t spot spinning, tilting dangerously one way as his stomach went the other. He whimpered and gave a hiccup, wrapping his arms around the railing in desperation now as he felt the contents of his stomach churning again. Tears of embarrassment stung his chins and he coughed softly. Then his stomach heaved.
Opening his eyes at exactly the wrong time, Lesu watched as it all tumbled into the water, some of it splashing on the edge of the wharf. His entire night flashed before his eyes in bits and pieces, solid reminders of the extreme amounts of liquid he had consumed. Even though he had been drinking heavily again, he well knew his limit, the wine never affecting him as much as it had tonight for nearly a Turn.
While this was not the first time he had been sick from drinking, this time it felt different. This time, this time… the world was heavier, the back of his head felt worse and he could barely stand up. Despite that all he could have sworn he had not even had enough for him to slur his words. Then he staggered out of the building and nearly fell over… Whatever the reason he was so sick, the son of the Lord Holder continued to cling to the railing of the wharf, alternatively whimpering, and drooling on himself as he struggled to stay conscious.
And to think, he thought he was going to be a dragonrider like Cl’fey and Miranda when he had run away from the Weyr. Every friend he thought he made took advantage of him or like M’kloin, gave him a lift that left him countless miles from home with no way of getting back because no one believed he was who he said he was! Few dragonriders ever came here and he had no idea where ‘here’ was save for some kind of busy port…
The clipped footfalls of booted feet would have been sure to reach the ears of a sober person; however, as drunk as Lesu seemed to be he might not notice. The truth was the owner of the boots didn't seem so steady on her feet either, but part of that was an act. Kiletri was feeling a little buzzed to be sure, but Jaraith was clear-minded and waiting for her whenever she'd had enough of being sociable. As nice as it was to have Crashing Seas to call home, slipping away was always on the 'fun to be had' list. Shard it all if Ra'shin looked askance at her for it. Why he was so interested her in being an upstanding pillar of the community she didn't know, but Kiletri was always ready to rebell a little, even if her rebellion was a bit of pretended drunkenness.
The sound of retching certainly reached her ears, and while no trouble had come her way it seemed she was destined to find trouble of some sort even if another person seemed to be in it.
"Aren't you a bit young to be clutching at railings, turing your innards into outards?" Kiletri arched a very defined eyebrow at the poor young man's situation. Had she seen him about? Perhaps she had, but had mistaken him for a lad running around taking orders from 'folk. It was easy to find a bunch of sailors collected, sharing the spirits, and sending their cabin boys to go get more; however, it seemed this boy had tried to hurry to hard into the big leagues.
Kiletri choked back a chuckle. He wouldn't have been the first or the last.
"Is there someplace I can help you stumble into kid? I don't think you're going to make it anywhere on your own."
He probably wouldn't appreciate her deprecating remarks about his age, but he was lucky he'd run into her and somebody who would kill him for his marks. Just because the place had cleaned up didn't mean there weren't people who wouldn't take an opportunity when they saw one.
It didn’t take long for the green rider to realize that her remarks about his age were not that far off. While his position had initially hidden his age, when she approached him, it could easily be seen he was eleven or twelve at the most. While this was a Searchable age, the chances of a Searchrider coming here openly were slim. True, it was cleaned up now; however there were still lingering animosities toward dragonriders. Nevertheless Kiletri’s disparaging remarks were not as far off the mark she might have initially guessed.
Despite the fact his clothes were torn, they were of a finer material than most of the cabin boys, drudges or younger members of the port could afford, and while faded the hues suggested the colors had once been rich, and vibrant. They no longer fit him because he was taller, the tears from ill-use rather than age. His once-short hair has become rough and thick around the edges due to lack of proper maintenance. The Turn at Port Hope left him with dark circles under his eyes, premature for his age. However, from far away they give him an older appearance, which has served him well. Recently he hit a growth spurt, and is verging on the awkward time physically between being a boy and a man.
"Wha...?" Though he heard her speaking, he had no idea what she was saying, and though he attempted to answer her, nothing he said save the first syllable made sense to Kiletri. It was simply a jumble of gobbledygook accompanied by a hiccup, a whimper and another lunge over the railing.
Of all the people who could have found Lesu, Kiletri might have been the best, for past … associations… made her quickly realize this was no ordinary too-much-alcohol illness. As he looked up at the sound of the words, bleary-eyed and confused, she could see he was feverish, perspiration dotted his brow. There was a heavy mixture of crimson in the former contents of his stomach and matching droplets clinging to the edges of his mouth. While at first glance it appeared to be blood, the substance was too red to be. Although there were natural explanations for this – he had eaten something bad, he had been given something that was rotten – the likelihood was small. The scent too was rather distinctive. It was not outside KIletri’s realm of knowledge to recognize what had happened, or rather what was happening to the boy.
He had been poisoned.
Kiletri let her eyebrow settle as she studied the lad a bit more, and lad he was most certainly. Her initial assessment hadn't been far off. Perhaps some street urchin in over his head? No, not quite. His clothes spoke of former wealth at some point. Perhaps he'd run away gotten caught up with a bad lot, and had no way to get home? It wasn't so far-fetched; after all, she'd run off, but she'd had the sense to have a dragon to get her around first. These spoiled little holderbrats with no chance of inheritance thinking they could make it in the rough had no clue.
A spark of compassion welled up in her at the circles under his eyes, and his awkward, gawky inbetween stage. The mark of someone forced into growing up too quickly, something else she could sympathize with. Port Hope, no matter how cleaned up, was certainly no place for someone at the age to be on his own.
Such motherly thoughts for a green rider.
Oh hush. You know me. I'm such a caring person and all.
"Poor kid, you really are gone... aren't... you... " Kiletri's forehead creased as she realized what was really going on. "By Faranth, what sort of dimglow are you to fall in with people that bad," she hissed at him, knowing that he wasn't going to remember that or her withering look at him either.
Fortunately, since she was none too trusting of the 'folk around these parts, she had just the remedy, and she moved forward, taking a hold of him, trying to brace him up in whatever way was best. "Kid, I need you to focus. Eyes right here on me." She made sure her tones were loud and even and well-enunciated it was imperative that he not pass out, focusing her ocean blue eyes on his.
Get over here, we're gonna have to take him back with us.
Right away o'compassionate one.
"Alright," she gave him a shake, "now focus, and listen to me. I want you to chew on these leaves I'm going to give you, you'll probably throw up more before you're done, but try and chew and swallow the juice if you can."
The leaves were dark green and bitter, and she stuffed them into his mouth and put her hand over it, hoping he'd get the idea. As close as she was, she'd be able to tell if he was going to toss the contents of his stomach again, and so she'd remove it if it became necessary. She kept plenty of leaves for just such occasions, and she didn't want him to choke on his own fluids. Best he got it up if he could.
"Chew it up really good. I know you feel horrible and it tastes horrible, but if you want to live then do as I say," and she gave him another little shake to drive it home, knowing that shaking him wouldn't make him feel better, but it was either shake him or smack him a few times across the face. Kiletri found people liked her better afterward when she didn't leave imprints of her hand on their faces.
Jaraith, who always hid herself from prying eyes when they visited, sprang up into the air, and easily found her beloved on the pier. There was enough room it seemed.
Land softly, gently, easily.
I know, I know. What is that smell? Humans do not usually smell so strongly, even when out of sorts.
Poison. Stupid 'brat, drinking whatever anyone would give him no doubt. I wonder why they'd waste it on him, maybe he's a thief... no matter, anyway, once he's gotten his sea legs back we're out of here. He're hoping Ra'shin doesn't glare at us too much. Even in dire straights Kiletri could still manage a grin; maybe, it's how she'd survived so long.
"C'mon kid, don't go glows out on me, I'd hate to have to cart your body around afterward." Macabre humor, very helpful; not.
Though her voice had lulled him into some kind of calmed state as soon as she got close to him, he slid backward away from her. Hand still on the railing for support; he used the other one in a feeble attempt to ward her off. “You’re one of them! Get away. I can smell the oil on you.” In truth all he could smell was his own sick and whatever foulness was rising from it; however his addled mind was associating anyone at the moment with one of ‘them’. Who they were was difficult to say, the suggestion of oil could be anything from a sailor to a dragonrider. He had been betrayed or treated poorly by them all.
However when she put her hand on his shoulder, and spoke to him, he realized he could hear compassion in her tone. Despite it all he found himself listening to her. Something about leaves… “Leaves?” A faint furrow creased his brow as he stared at her, his stomach churning but for the moment it was still enough he did not feel obliged to double over the railing again. Now that he was as upright as he could get, he realized the world was foggy and he was hot.
That single word was all he got out before she stuffed the leaves in his mouth. True he could have struggled more however not in his right mind as he was, he had little chance of success against the well-toned and strong dragonrider. The shake didn’t help and he pushed backward on her again, not to get the leaves out of his mouth but rather simply to get her away from him. The struggles were still too feeble to be very effective. Though his head was swimming with confusion, he finally realized she was attempting to help him, and apparently the leaves were the key. Under her hand Kiletri could feel him beginning to chew the leaves.
As the leaves were produced, a shadow extracted itself from the wall. He’d seen enough. It was time to act before things got out of hand. He moved with all the silent stealth of the practiced and while Kiletri alone might have had a chance to hear him, the noise that Lesu was making easily covered up the faint footfalls. Even the appearance of the dragon did little to dissuade his progress.
“You there, what are you doing with my drudge?” The loud voice behind her came over the last of Kiletri’s statement as a tall man walked up to her. He gestured toward Lesu. “Been looking for that lout since he ran off with my wine” Moving closer to them, he reached out and grabbed Lesu’s arm, taking a firm grip on the boy’s upper biceps. “C’mon you, you got some explaining to do.”
Them? Dragonriders, sailors...? Who else uses oil? He must really be out of his head.
He could not smell something so nice over that stench. I think it is lucky that he is out of sorts he would be trouble otherwise.
Lucky if he doesn't die you mean.
Kiletri sighed, trying not to pity him too much. She didn't like it if she felt people were pitying her, but she'd gotten involved (despite her attitude and behavior maybe she did like people after all) so she'd see this through until the end. It was a bit too much like seeing herself to just run off and leave him on his own afterward. Everyone needed a little help sometimes.
Once she made sure he was chewing, and thought she could trust him enough not to spit it out she moved her hand up to his forehead, checking the fever. Hopefully he would regain some clarity and the heat would dissipate, but it would take a bit. She doubted it was anything sophisticated as he hadn't just seized up and keeled over like the best of poisons would do. It was probably best he had retched most everything up since he had appeared to ingest it initially. The leaves ought to soothe his stomach a bit also, but he'd certainly be on bed rest for a couple of days.
Did he even have a bed?
Kiletri, to her credit, not hearing the approach, didn't jump as the loud voice accosted her ears. She couldn't help but sneer at his next words, disbelieving him even before he'd finished speaking, and she clamped down on his other arm quite quickly.
"And I'm Weyrwoman of Great Cliffs." Her voice was calm, but part of her was electric, wishing for a fight. Her long daggers were concealed beneath her cloak, not foolish enough to leave home without them. "Is it common practice to poison your own drudges, or yourself? Either way it's no longer your concern. He's been Searched. I can pay you for the wine if you really feel it's necessary, but don't think the Weyr would look kindly upon it."
Kiletri realized her words were bold; after all, it was anyone's guess as to how long he'd been watching so he could easily call her bluff. Not to mention Crashing Seas Weyr didn't really hold any sway to back up her bluff, but that was a small detail that could easily slip the mind. Just saying it though meant he couldn't run off with Lesu until he was of sound mind to accept or decline. Maybe he'd recover enough sense to go along with her ruse.
The green rider remained tense both eyes on the man, rocking imperceptibly on her feet, ready to spring into action at the moment it was necessary.
As soon as she spoke the expression of the burly man lightened and he laughed aloud; however he did not release his hold on the boy. “Kiletri! By Faranth, I thought you dead with the rest of them… last report you were seen ‘round the Weyr just before the traitor was captured.” His reference might be vague; however if the green rider had a good memory she would remember who the Weyr, specifically the Guardians, revealed to be a traitor in their midst. The man’s voice was full of contempt for this traitor. Not that he disliked the man; rather he was displeased the blue rider had allowed himself and his worthless brother to be caught in the first place.
It seemed that not all the Syndicate members were banished or killed by the Guardians. Now, while the man recognized Kiletri, she was possibly one of the few of her former association who showed their face both publicly and within the halls of their base without a mask or cowl to protect it, so he easily recognized her, which was plain obvious by his use of her name.
“How is that green of yorn? What Weyr you riding with now to be Searchin’ people?” As he continued speaking she might, if her memory served her, recognize his voice rather than his face, which she had likely only seen a few times as he did not usually unmask while in their base. The smattering of a Northern accent placed him in a small group of people from that region within their mutual organization, and the telltale scarring over his left eye and down his cheek were the trophies of a fight the two of them had been in together. She had her hidden daggers and he was an expert pugilist. He earned the name ‘Crimson Fist’ due to his rather disturbing trait of being able to punch someone hard enough to shatter their nose into their face.
Crimson Fist lowered his voice, giving a furtive glance around as he spoke to her in confidence born from years of association in the same organization. “You’d best leave that one alone. Search or not, I’ve been hired to eliminate him, and while I dun wanna fight you, I will if I have to…” It was clear he did not want to start a confrontation, his information imparted with the idea she would leave well enough alone and allow him to continue his mission.
He heard voices and attempted to focus. It was impossible to tell what they were saying exactly because the sound of his chewing was louder than their words. Maybe it was because his head was still spinning; however the leaves that the woman had given him gradually began taking effect and he was conscious of the discussion by the time the burly man finished speaking. At least his stomach had finally settled. It roiled and twisted, but the worst seemed to be over. She had said he was going to throw up again so he was concerned, however at least it was more at ease than it had been before she shoved the leaves at him.
However, despite the effect the leaves were having upon him, Lesu continued to maintain the illusion of being overly drunk and not steady on his feet. The woman… Kiletri… by what the man had said… seemed to be helping him, he wasn’t sure how long that would last. She seemed to be compassionate while he was not in his own senses, so he wobbled on his feet and leaned into her hand, appearing steadier than he had been yet still needing her assistance. While he was no expert at subterfuge, he had learned a few things in the Turn he had been here. That included the ability to appear completely out of his mind long enough to think of how to escape unpleasant situations. While this green rider apparently was Searching him, he didn’t believe her. What he did believe and begin immediately to wonder about is a) who would be poisoning him and b) how she knew...
Unfortunately Lesu did not overhear Crimson Fist's confession.
Kiletri politely arched her eyebrow once more, but she really focused on those little hairs above her eye that weren't quite severe enough to become a check mark. She had to focus so her complete confusion would be translated into mere inquiring skepticism of anyone presuming to assume familiarity with her. Of course, listening further it was easy to see where she ought to remember him from, but she grasped for it. Sometimes the Syndicate seemed so long ago, and other times not long enough for her tastes. Kiletri was relieved that Ra'shin wasn't here with his stupid, probing questions, trying to sniff into her past like she ought to tell him things because he was one of many that had flown Jaraith. Also one of many encounters that extended beyond Jaraith's influence.
Son of a sharding wherry-brained watch-wher, by Faranth. Jaraith just snorted.
"I'm not the dying type." She smirked, wondering if being known wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. Perhaps...
The voice was certainly what placed him. That northern accent was hard to forget when he was a rarity among the 'folk. They'd watched each other's backs at one point, but she'd never really been watching any back except her own, of course. The 'Crimson Fist'... Kiletri reconsidered her proximity, but she was quick on her feet, perhaps it would behoove herself to act a little less uptight, more friendly-like. Except, she couldn't signal the kid.
"We're beautiful and deadly as always," she laid on the purr, because that's what men liked a little rawness to the tone, a little want. "Just something small; you know me, not much for the stuffy types." Her shoulders raised and lowered in a slow and fluid motion, and she tilted her head smiling.
And there was the catch, the reason this poor lad was hanging off a pier and retching up his insides. What was the point of someone so... youthful. He was dumb, as he'd gotten himself poisoned and drunk to boot, and hardly in any position to hassle people much less 'cause some trouble warranting death. Not that he couldn't have killed somebody, but people who murdered weren't often found dying a painful, public death. They got it in a dark, deserted hut someplace no one could hear the screaming.
"Tsk, tsk, so much business before pleasure? Always the same with you types. What is so important about this waste that I can't salvage it for better potential use? I mean..." Kiletri ran her tongue along her bottom lip, "I'm a woman all about agreements and compromises; all sorts."
She really had no desire to fight him either if it wasn't necessary, but men were rather simple creatures. They were very fond of certain alternative deals, and if it was a matter of marks then maybe they could even work something out that way; however, she was hoping she was presenting an alluring enough offer.
It was a bit dependent on whether he was for hire, or working for someone. The former worked more in her favor, because they were more likely to put their personal interests in front of a client when opportunities presented themselves.
Be ready to move and snatch the kid love if you have to. Nobody takes cheap shots at my heart, after all. Just in case it was the latter and he would prove immovable, but even then; no honor amongst thieves.
Kiletri felt the kid lean, but she didn't risk glancing at him as if she cared, wondering if Crimson Fist would be relying on her past misrepresentation of her person to draw conclusions on that count or if he'd been influenced by what he'd witnessed at first. She very gently squeezed his arm the best physical equivalent of, "Hang in there, I've gotcha'," she knew how to muster.
"So, whaddya think?"
He laughed at her phrase and her jest, his voice rough edged from Turns of growling and using a harsh tone to disguise it while in public. The Syndicate was in the past for many, yet some still believed their ideals. If a new leader arose, who was to say that the loyal would not come out of hiding and go back to the organization? Perhaps this was the reason Crimson Fist was here now… perhaps he has merely become a mercenary, one of those rare breed.
Upon hearing the purr in her voice, and seeing her body language, he was quick to note she had an agenda. The question as not if she had one but rather whether or not it was going to benefit him or simply herself. He was not so paranoid to think she was in cahoots with the kid, and not so gullible to instantly want to trust … as much as they could trust… his former associate to join forces with him again. Everyone had their own reasons for being who they were and doing what they were doing, Crimson Fist was no exception.
He eyed the kid, noting the relaxed look of his posture and general swaying attitude. Good, he’s still out of it... plenty of time to finish the deed after the little ‘reunion’ with Kiletri was over. He did not yield his grasp on Lesu, holding the boy’s upper arm tighter. While Lesu leaned toward Kiletri, Crimson Fist held him to prevent him from leaning too far.
“Aye.. potential use? An’ what you want to salvage ‘im for… not Search worthy, just an imp… what plans yer stewin’ Kiletri?” The ideas of what the green rider would use the boy for were boundless. She could like younger 'men', or she could want a drudge, or she could want any number of things with him. Crimson Fist's voice did not betray whether or not he was amiable to releasing Lesu; however there was curiosity in his tone. Kiletri’s body language and verbal charm caught his attention. Whether they could strike a deal remained to be seen.
The leaves made the world better, the poison working its way through his system faster than it would have, or if it would have and Lesu felt clear headed now. He was still pinioned between the two, one his would-be rescuer and the other his would-be master. With no way out, he merely stood his ground, leaning toward Kiletri at first and then swaying backward into the Crimson Fist’s hand in the next moment. Lesu only swayed his upper body, leaving his feet steady so he was still balanced regardless of which way he was leaning. This way though both hopefully would believe him to be drunk despite the fact he had but two drinks, not enough to put him under.
For now there was nothing he could do but wait. However, his ruse seemed to be working as he realized that despite the fact the two were whispering, they were leaning close enough for him to catch the occasional word and phrase. Given time, he might be able to piece together exactly what was going on or at least who they were. At least he hoped so. He primary objective was to get away from them both. She might have helped him, but now that he was clear headed Lesu had little desire to go with her.
Kiletri felt as if she was taking too much of a chance the more time she lingered, but at this point there was no helping it. Besides she couldn't go turncoat against her former comrades to save the kid, unless she killed him in the process of course. It was no good to look a traitor when she could potentially get some information out of him first, but like most things she would have to barter for what she really wanted. What would be his price?
Also there was the matter of the catch. She knew he would be looking for one, and she had to tip her hand in just the right way. This would require a delicate touch, and a right angle for someone like her. It didn't hurt that she'd always tried to brim with sexuality around any of the former Syndicate, pushing the green rider stereotype to the brink to get what she wanted and where she wanted to be.
"Not search worthy? Have a dragon's mind now do you?" Kiletri smirked like she knew something he didn't, perhaps even she had a little dragonrider arrogance though she liked to claim she wasn't like all the rest of the uppity bunch.
"Jaraith is fond of sorry little things like him. How do you think I managed to impress in the first place if she wasn't?" She allowed a little self-deprecating giggle to escape, another joke to make the mood more amicable. "Really I didn't think she was much of a Search dragon, but we lurk around here often enough and he caught her bejeweled lil' eye. Greens can be picky creatures ya' know, but she's got her heart set on it and her's is mine so perhaps we've reached an impasse."
Kiletri leaned, putting her free hand on her hip, trying to put some curve into her figure to remind him of her offer. It was an extremely generous offer she thought, but she could give him marks too.
"However, I think you're a very smart man, and I don't want to fight you just as much as you don't want to fight me. It would be so messy when we can come to more convenient solution. I mean... if you fulfill your job then he's out of the way, but if I search him he's out of the way too since we're a small operation that keeps to ourselves. If I really wanted to cheat you then I'd have found a much more creative and bloody way to do it by now, but I'm really offering you more than he's worth and I'd hate for that offer to expire..."
Her eyes had darkened, a storm rolling in over the ocean, glinting in a way that was both alluring and a little dangerous, but maybe she wanted to remind him that she wasn't a silly girl who cashed in on men's desire. After all, she had taken what she wanted many times, and emerged the victor in violent conquest so really he didn't want to fight her if he could help it. It was all fun and games until someone got on her bad side, and then she preferred to show as little mercy as possible. He'd like it though, everyone liked to think they were getting something a little dangerous.
Kiletri's eyes slid to Lesu, assessing his condition, an afterthought to the complex game she was engaged in. He was still weaving though she had thought he might have been more with it by then, or rather... he was swaying with this feat planted. That was curious, but maybe it was the iron grip on both his arms. He had few places to go.
He grunted at her comment about the boy being Search-worthy and the ease she pushed aside his argument against it. This was a tricky situation. The trouble was, by Pernese tradition if a dragon said someone was a Candidate; there was little anyone could do about it. Such was the law that the Weyrs took precedent over even the most heavy-handed of Holders. This was a different matter though, at least in his opinion. Disobeying a Holder was one thing, but disobeying well… who hired him… that was a different matter entirely. Nothing but trouble would come of it and he’d have all kinds of problems dropped on his metaphorical doorstep. For a moment, he was truly torn.
And yet, duty (and a fair pouch full of marks) won out. Crimson Fist exhaled a sigh and shook his head. “Don’t have a dragon’s mind, and I know wha’ it means to be Searched by one… but…” He grunted and shook his head again. “…yer right we’ve reached an impasse. I gotta…” Then Kiletri leaned and Crimson could not help but look to her hand, his eyes sliding over the generous curves of her figure. He exhaled and chewed on the inside of his lip, glad that gesture was not noticeable and that his clothing was dark enough to prevent other things from being obvious.
Crimson Fist knew well Kiletri’s reputation. He’d fought by her side, her of her exploits and been privy to the results therein in the form of witnessed injuries. However, the big man had not gotten his name by way of a humorous tag. He was capable of crushing her if he wished and could break the boy while standing here if it meant their ‘discussion’ would come to a close. As much as her alluring temptation was both pleasing and invigorating, he had a task to do.
Despite his desire for Kiletri, he was at current hard pressed to deviate from his path. Finally he sighed and said. It was a sharding shame to pass up the beautiful offer Kiletri suggested; however he couldn’t trust her to hold up her end of the deal. Green rider though she was, the time away from the Syndicate might have changed her enough to be honorable, yet the Syndicate were not known for their fulfillment of verbal contracts. “Much as for ol’ times sake I’d like to, this time, I can’t do it. Being Searched ain’t going to keep him out of the way the way ... my employer... wants. Just give ‘im to me, Kiletri, your green can find others.” He held fast on to Lesu.
Fully in his senses now, Lesu still kept his breath ragged and shallow, still leaning this way and that. He varied his movements so he appeared more off balance than he actually was, at least that was his intention. Their voices were loud enough for him to hear the majority of what they were talking about and with the tension growing in the air, so did his concern. What words and phrases he picked up made him gather there was something about searching going on.
However, it wasn’t until the man mentioned dragons that he realized it might be The Search. She wants me? Or am I wrong? Feh, I'm probably wrong. Who would... For a moment his dream of becoming a dragonrider resurfaced again, but then he pushed it away. Whatever thoughts of riding high in the sky he'd had died when they stole his sister and then the blue rider abandoned him here. The woman didn’t have any shoulder knots on. That meant she was either a bad guy from the Syndicate – who he’d heard had dragons or from the other Weyr, whatever the name of it was, that was on the other side of the mountains. The one the blue rider, M’kloin, promised to take him to but never did. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of being a dragonrider anymore, not after he terrible experience with M’kloin.
Regardless of what was going to occur, they were discussing him like a piece of meat at the market. What he wanted had absolutely nothing to do with their conversations; he didn’t need to know the whole story to figure out that much! If I don’t get out of here, I’m going to wind up being stuck with one or the other...
Unaware how observant Kiletri was, he had no idea his little deception might be found out. What he really needed them to do was to leave him alone, just for a second, long enough to cast himself over the side of the dock into the water. He could swim well enough to escape that way. And get away from this port as fast as possible. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about who wanted to do what with him and why this man thought he was a slave or if Kiletri had any other designs on him.
A thought occurred to him. He suddenly slumped forward, putting all his weight on Kiletri's arms, trying to give the impression he'd passed out.
He was taking too long. Kiletri tried to keep her muscles lax, but her impatience was keying her up since she couldn't really express it in a physical manner without telling him things in body language that she didn't want him to know. However, when he refused her very generous offer her eyes flashed. She stamped her foot and puffed out her cheeks in frustration. It was very childish she knew, but shard it all did he like to be difficult!
Kiletri pouted, "That's the problem though! I'm simply desperate to do whatever makes her happy. Don't you see my hands are tied?" She frowned, trying to inject as much sheepish regret into her countenance as possible, like the thing she wanted most in the world was to help him out but she simply couldn't do otherwise because... well, because your dragon is your dragon.
"Oh by Faranth..." The green dragonrider was forced to alter her stance to accommodate what was now equal to the wait of a sack of tuber's in her grasp. Instead of just holding onto him she was the only thing holding him up. It was her impression that he'd been getting more a hold of himself too, but there was the possibility that he'd fought it off and once in submission of danger he'd just conked out. On the other hand he could be faking, or maybe he'd really just up and died on her, which really would have solved a lot of her problems right there... Think more charitable thoughts Kiletri. By Faranth, how did I end up agreeing to that sharding council thing again? I am not meant to be helpful or around other people.
She fumbled, trying to get her fingers into position to feel his pulse.
"So... how much would it cost me to get you to kill your employer?" Kiletri wasn't sure if she was trying to lighten the mood with a poor joke or if she was seriously considering spending all the marks she probably owned on getting him off of her case.
Throughout, the time they'd been waiting each other out she'd kept her eyes on him as much as possible, looking for the sign he'd lost his patience and was just going to kill her to keep her from being an obstacle. However, she was getting more worried as it seemed he'd reached his decision, and they'd come to the end of negotiating. Kiletri made peripheral glances as much as she could, trying to see what was close by that could be her advantage or what would be handy. Also, how much space she'd have to maneuver. A fight seemed inevitable, and she was loath to start it.
He couldn’t help but snort a brief laugh at her stamp. Maybe she had wanted him too? Her phrase about her dragon made him retract his thought. Of course it was all about making the green happy. Dragonriders were all alike, catering to their dragons needs and wants and blamed their dragons for their weird idiosyncrasies. As though the creatures truly had that much sway over them. Crimson Fist snorted.
As his mind dwelled on that she offered something completely different. A different type of bribe that was only slightly less tempting as the first. It was clear the possibility had not occurred to the Crimson Fist until Kiletri mentioned something. Now that she brought this on the table, he narrowed his eyes and exhaled a long sigh. Whether or not he was considering the idea as one that was viable was hard to say. Here was an assassin trained with the best. The question was not if he could do it but rather if he WOULD do it. How easily was his loyalty swayed? Kiletri’s suggested hinged on that unanswered question.
The thought occurred to him to merely pull Lesu from her grasp. Strong though Kiletri was he sure he could best her in that feat of strength. Problem was he’d have to get past the dragonrider to the town before the dragon showed up. Dragons might not be violent creatures but a snatch-and-grab was a long way from tearing someone apart with claws and teeth. Syndicate didn’t get that, which was why their plan to train the dragons failed. Kiletri’s green could pick him and the boy up no problem then what a mess they’d be in. Or at least him.
A fight was on his mind too. Fighting over the boy was not something he relished but if it came to it, he might just have to do so. However, he was beginning to tire of this ‘dance’. Perhaps something could be set to accommodate both their needs. Finally an idea dawned on him. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution to him.
“Alright, Kiletri... I’ve a proposition for ya. I don’t relish killin’ my employer but I’ll take yer first offer bit o' somethin' for us both." Crimson Fist dragged his eyes down her body to emphasize his point of what offer he was accepting. "... an’ a few marks for my trouble. You can have the boy, done. Just give me leave to cut off a few of his fingahs and ears... prove I’ve done the job. I’d ask for a hand, but ain’t no good as a dragonrider if he’s missin’ one. We square up, I give my employer the prize an’ they’re none the wiser. Not going to go lookin’ for him in a Weyr.”
Did she just snort and stamp her foot? That’s as bad Miranda throwing a fit. Lesu managed not to laugh or acknowledge Kiletri’s huff at all except to smile, which neither one could see especially since he was staring at a combination of Kiletri’s arms and the planks of the dock. Through the slats he could see the darkened water and wondered how deep it was. It looks cold.
Perhaps it had been a bad move on his part. Maybe he should have simply allowed them to keep arguing and waited while their collective grasps eased. He was no tactician and if he didn’t get away from these two never wound be, who knew what the real plan for him was. Back at Kajano he’d listened through enough keyholes to know that this was a Syndicate area at one time and there might be refuge members still here. The thought made him shudder. While he might agree with some of the things they believed him and stood for (he wasn’t sure what because he didn’t know their principles but if they were against the Hold that meant they didn’t like his father and it suited him fine) that didn’t mean he wanted to be part of them. According to the Guardians they were the ‘bad guys’. Lesu did not want to be a ‘bad guy’ no matter what Feytolian and Jeysu might think. He was just tired of being ignored.
But this was too much attention! What to do... what to do... As the tension in the air continued to grow, Lesu decided one way or the other it was time to leave. He had two options that he could see, either try to pull free and then jump into the water or try to pull free and run past the dragonrider into the town. There were places he could hide from them and several of the buildings were on foundations high enough he could squeeze under. Even if they found him hiding under a building neither one should be small enough to fit under them. The woman maybe but he’d still have the advantage of being able to move faster. Regardless both options meant pulling free. Guess I could just stand up and say ‘hey’ I’d rather go with you... then chose someone... wonder if that would make a difference?
His choice was made for him when he heard Crimson Fist’s suggestion. Even though he couldn't make all the words out he heard 'cut' and 'ear' clearly enough. Since they were wagering over him, he could only surmise it meant his ear and that sure was not going to happen if he could help it. With Kiletri fumbling around for his wrist her grip was as loose as he was likely to get it. So in an instant of hope and speed he lunged to one side, his intention to throw himself across to the other side of the dock. If he succeeded, he’d give himself enough room to (in theory) bolt to the end and dive off. Even a side would do, just somewhere he could make it to the water. Swimming under the dock was his plan or if the water was deep enough to swim underwater until he could get to the shore and find someplace to hide.
Kiletri offered a wan smile to his snort of laughter, letting a bit of warmth and sparkle into her ocean eyes before they went dark again. This was supposed to be serious business after all, mostly. Not quite deadly serious yet. She still had a tenuous, tender hope that things might be resolved yet. It was all about patience; that is, whomever had the most or least.
The good thing about mercenaries was that their loyalty was dependent upon the highest bidder, mostly. Kiletri could tell that her offhand comment had gotten the wheels turning right when things had been going south. The question was whether or not she could scrape together the marks. It had crossed her mind to do a number of not so kind things to end this. She was as quick as he was strong, and he was in close proximity. There were poisons and certain incapacitating movements and the like. The problem, of course, was the matter of her "loyalty" and the tip-toeing that it all involved. Crimson Fist was a strong contender, and she didn't need his "friends" or enemies wrath directed at her. She didn't need her own position questioned, but as sure as Faranth was the first Queen Kiletri could not just walk away from this situation. True, she'd done plenty of questionable things and by all rights she should have left the business alone, let it gone on, but something in her couldn't let this one go.
Kiletri smirked, and shifted her body, suggestively, so he understood that the message had been received loud and clear. "Hmm... it might raise some questions if I bring him in with missing parts. There are curious enough people as it is. I'd be willing to help you find some substitute ones. I mean... plenty of drunks about tonight I'm - "
Kiletri was caught more by surprise than she felt she should have been by the sudden lunge. She had figured he was playing them a little, but she hadn't thought he was as spry as he suddenly made to get out of their grasps. As she had been fumbling for his wrist her grip had been less than what it was, and he slipped right out of her grasp. Kiletri made a grab for him on the chance that Crimson Fist was less surprised than she was; however, she angled herself so that on the other hand if he had escaped him both then she'd simply stop the Fist from catching a hold again. The brat would get away sure, but she was confident she could find him again if that happened. Kiletri had the advantage.
Be ready love.
He enjoyed her momentary smile and it brought memories of them in the Syndicate together. While they’d never been close comrades, she was a handsome woman. A little fun with her would do him well. Already he was nodding to her suggestion of finding substitute parts. Who would know? There must be a younger vagrant lurking around they could overwhelm and take the necessary pieces. If Lady Luck were on their side perhaps a lookalike might substitute an eye; nothing better to verify a kill than an eye for if the mark wasn’t dead they were just as useless without eyes and a tongue. The night would turn out right and they’d both walk away the better for it, continue being associates without trouble between them.
“Aye, good id - ” Then Lesu made his move, tugging free of both their grasps with the ease of melted butter. “Fardles! Git back ‘ere boy!” There goes the evening... this’ll cost me some good marks and a fair piece of trouble if we don’t git him back.
He hadn’t earned his reputation for being the fiercest fist’to’cuffs fighter among the Syndicate because he was slow. Swift as Lesu was the Crimson Fist was equally fast possibly faster on his feet. He too lunged for the holdbrat, his huge hand seeking hair or cloth to grab and hold. As he moved, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them somewhat. Without looking to her he simply expected Kiletri to cover her side of the dock. He also spread his free arm wide, filling up more space as he attempted to corral the escapee.
Knowing they’d be after him as soon as he made his move, Lesu ducked and skittered forward. An accomplished petty thief thanks to all the bread and other items he’d stolen from the kitchen, he had plenty of experience dodging pursuers who were right on top of him. He felt a hand brush his hair as Kiletri made a grab for him and he twisted his head away from her. In a heart-pounding moment he was brought up short when the Crimson Fist’s hand secured him by the collar of his shirt. Quickly Lesu pulled his arms in and ducked his head downward, crouching as he did. The move left the man holding his shirt.
However it cost him time to do that and he knew they were swift. Discarding the idea of making toward the town or the far end of the pier, he instead went toward the closest edge. When he reached the wooden railing he dropped and rolled under the bottom slat. The gap was narrow; he felt the wooden brush against his bare skin, leaving scraps as he tumbled under it. He held his breath. In a few Turns he’d never be able to do that maneuver, which meant it was unlikely either of them could do it. If I live that long!
Then he was in the water. It was shallower then he would have liked; however he found himself immersed completely. The water was cold. Without a shirt it was even colder. Gooseflesh rose across his back and arms. He could see but everything was murky. The fall disoriented him momentarily, leaving him confused about which way land was. At least the pier cast a shadow so he knew where that was. He stayed deep and in the shadows under the pier, keeping his breath in so there would be minimal bubbles. With all luck when they first looked over the edge they’d not see him, giving him a chance to figure out what to do now.
Shards and flame it all! Just when I had control of the situation.
Kiletri couldn't help but glower in Lesu's direction, and hoped Crimson Fist wouldn't harbor any vengeful thoughts that might compromise the agreement she'd just garnered. It would be a shame to waste all of that innuendo and resort to more violent methods. She really didn't have any more patience than he did just more restraint towards her more savage impulses. Meeting expectations, she kicked herself into gear and tried to flank Lesu, but she understood what he was going to do a few moments before he went and did it, changing her tack and making a beeline for him. However, she didn't expect him to go under the railings. She probably could have caught up if he'd lost the time vaulting over, and she had to smirk; clever move.
Kiletri halted at the edge, bumping into the railings and leaning over as far as she could without going for a swim herself, but it was too dark to see where he went. They'd have to wait until he surfaced... and then what? If he was a strong swimmer all he had to do was stick close to the shore and come up on shore anywhere or find another pier and stowaway in the hold of the boat for a night. Yet... the water had to be freezing, that upped his desperation to get out of it.
Love... fancy a swim? Just be subtle. Kiletri sure as the sun in the sky did not fancy taking a cold bath.
It would be easy for Jaraith to get into and out of the water. It was just a matter of getting to Lesu, it was doubtful she'd fit under the dock.
Maybe just hover. He won't be expecting that just look and listen and be patient. When you fishing 'patience' really was the key word.
Jaraith took off without a fuss, but it was going to be hard to hover without a fuss so she settled for landing on the beach right in the surf. There was another strategy she could deploy, but she wasn't sure how well it would work. Wait and see would be the game to play for the moment.
"Well... this is fun..." Kiletri offered with a side of sarcasm, keeping an eye on her 'comrade' to see what he might try and pull. Unsure of how he would handle or try to handle this situation.
I am sleeping for a sevenday after this to recover my peace of mind.
"Crackdust!" He threw the shirt on the dock and stomped his boot on it in his rage for missing. Still, had to admire the kid for thinking to squirm out of the garment and being agile enough to do so. Slipping under the railings of the dock was a clever trick too. Too bad he had to be dead. Well, maybe... Kiletri's proposal sounds good. We could pull it off. He had no loyalty to his client, just the money. Had, in fact, lingering loyalty to Kiletri from 'the good ol' days' when they were on the same side, tentative allies and had a common goal.
He ran to the edge of the pier and grabbed the railing as he peered down into the darkened water. He squinted his eyes, and thought he saw movement but couldn't be sure what it was. Snorting a noisy breath through his nose, he looked toward Kiletri. "Fun... aye... Fun's just beginning." A gleam in his eyes accompanied a wicked smile. "It'll be good huntin' together again. We'll find the 'brat and keep our bargain eh?" He jerked his head toward the water. "Got any suggestions, maybe from your dragon? He has to come up for air eventually and wi'out a shirt, he'll freeze faster if he don't."
The impact of cold water shook Lesu. Gooseflesh rippled across his skin, more prominent on his naked torso and arms. It cleared his head more too. It was colder than he expected it to be, and it wasn’t until he was underwater with his heart pounding in his ears that he realized the gravity of the situation. He’d been calm on land, his actions clear and thoughts full of clarity. Maybe it was shock. Or maybe he was going to be one of those people who could handle a dire situation and make snap decisions, his judgment good in a crisis. Is that what bronze riders are like? Maybe somewhere in the back of his head he thought it was a game until now, like dodging from the kitchen staff. Despite his antics, and mischief, he was untouchable at Kajano. Feylotian may find no favor in one of his younger sons; however as the Holder’s son few had the ability to reprimand him.
Now, he was in the water, and the final realization this was not a game hit him. These two people wanted him, one to kill him, and one to do who knows what. She claimed to be helping him, and had been fervent in her desire to take him. I’m not going with them... either of them…... not a prize to fight over. His stomach churned a bit, hungry and nauseous simultaneously as the sudden movement jarred it again. The concoction she’d given helped, but he still didn’t feel in top shape.
The water was murky, it worked in his favor. He sunk to the bottom and reached out, scrambling until he found some rocks to hold on to, anchoring him as close to the bottom as he could. He kicked his feet, dragging his toes on the floor of the ocean, churning the dirt up further so all around was a cloud of disturbed dirt. Even a Wher can’t see through dirt... can they swim? ... so unless they have a dolphin with them. He didn’t know much about dolphins, but heard they could see with their eyes closed. I should be safe for now. All the dirt he’d stirred radiated outward so it would be harder to pinpoint his location.
Above him he could hear their voices, but had no idea what they were saying, the water muffled the words. Through the water he heard a muffled crash. He had no idea what it was, imagined it might be something heavy landing into the water. One of them jump in? But no, it seemed too big for a person. Dragon maybe?
Got to get out of here. The first thing he did was turn around, away from where he thought the sound came from. It seemed logical to him that the two would expect him to swim forward, in the direction he’d fallen, so he tried to trick them further but changing directions. Plus, if that was a dragon who'd just landed in the water the last thing he wanted to do was accidentally crash into him or her. Faranth, I hope this works. Already he could feel the waves tugging at him. They were gentle but they would batter his small frame if he swam too far out. So he hugged the rock wall close to the shore and began to edge along it, using his hands and fingers as his guides and keeping his eyes tightly shut.
"Aye, just don't get overexcited. Don't damage the goods, and you might get more than you bargained for..." Kiletri left it at that lest she inspire him to abandon even trying to find the kid before moving on to more pleasant evening activities. However, she hardly doubted he'd leave any loose ends lying around no matter what goods or rather services she might wish to provide. "Well... let's see how much of a fisher she is."
Jaraith was no dolphin, and it was true that seeing through murky water was a difficult task; however, having more than one transparent eyelid was a big help. The fact that while humans were not prey for dragons or firelizards did not mean they couldn't use their more refined hunting methods to sniff someone out. Lesu could kick up the mud as much as he wanted, but as long as he was still swimming around and not being subtle about it that was something she could track. Not to mention she found him interesting so as long as he continued to panic a bit that didn't hurt her chances either. Jaraith waded in, unperturbed by the cold, sticking her head under the water. She pulled it out quickly, the difference was startling the difference in sight, sound, and smell. The green snorted, took a great breath, and stuck her head under again giving her senses a moment to adjust. Being much bigger and being able to move more confidently was a huge plus. It was easy to nose after the boy once she had oriented herself. Now it was a matter of reaching out and plucking him to the surface. Now if she was just close enough...
"I think we may be close."
With the dragon nosing around there wasn’t much he could do but wait for the result. A dark smile creased his predatory expression, eager eyes following the dragon’s movements as he tracked her search. Casually he asked, “So what was it you were sayin’ about a finger or two from a handy homeless?”
Time Reference: Roughly a sevenday prior to the quarantine of the Erdan Island Chain.
Lesu
Lesu closed his eyes and clenched the edge of the railing tighter. Even then the world didn’t spot spinning, tilting dangerously one way as his stomach went the other. He whimpered and gave a hiccup, wrapping his arms around the railing in desperation now as he felt the contents of his stomach churning again. Tears of embarrassment stung his chins and he coughed softly. Then his stomach heaved.
Opening his eyes at exactly the wrong time, Lesu watched as it all tumbled into the water, some of it splashing on the edge of the wharf. His entire night flashed before his eyes in bits and pieces, solid reminders of the extreme amounts of liquid he had consumed. Even though he had been drinking heavily again, he well knew his limit, the wine never affecting him as much as it had tonight for nearly a Turn.
While this was not the first time he had been sick from drinking, this time it felt different. This time, this time… the world was heavier, the back of his head felt worse and he could barely stand up. Despite that all he could have sworn he had not even had enough for him to slur his words. Then he staggered out of the building and nearly fell over… Whatever the reason he was so sick, the son of the Lord Holder continued to cling to the railing of the wharf, alternatively whimpering, and drooling on himself as he struggled to stay conscious.
And to think, he thought he was going to be a dragonrider like Cl’fey and Miranda when he had run away from the Weyr. Every friend he thought he made took advantage of him or like M’kloin, gave him a lift that left him countless miles from home with no way of getting back because no one believed he was who he said he was! Few dragonriders ever came here and he had no idea where ‘here’ was save for some kind of busy port…
Kiletri
The clipped footfalls of booted feet would have been sure to reach the ears of a sober person; however, as drunk as Lesu seemed to be he might not notice. The truth was the owner of the boots didn't seem so steady on her feet either, but part of that was an act. Kiletri was feeling a little buzzed to be sure, but Jaraith was clear-minded and waiting for her whenever she'd had enough of being sociable. As nice as it was to have Crashing Seas to call home, slipping away was always on the 'fun to be had' list. Shard it all if Ra'shin looked askance at her for it. Why he was so interested her in being an upstanding pillar of the community she didn't know, but Kiletri was always ready to rebell a little, even if her rebellion was a bit of pretended drunkenness.
The sound of retching certainly reached her ears, and while no trouble had come her way it seemed she was destined to find trouble of some sort even if another person seemed to be in it.
"Aren't you a bit young to be clutching at railings, turing your innards into outards?" Kiletri arched a very defined eyebrow at the poor young man's situation. Had she seen him about? Perhaps she had, but had mistaken him for a lad running around taking orders from 'folk. It was easy to find a bunch of sailors collected, sharing the spirits, and sending their cabin boys to go get more; however, it seemed this boy had tried to hurry to hard into the big leagues.
Kiletri choked back a chuckle. He wouldn't have been the first or the last.
"Is there someplace I can help you stumble into kid? I don't think you're going to make it anywhere on your own."
He probably wouldn't appreciate her deprecating remarks about his age, but he was lucky he'd run into her and somebody who would kill him for his marks. Just because the place had cleaned up didn't mean there weren't people who wouldn't take an opportunity when they saw one.
Lesu
It didn’t take long for the green rider to realize that her remarks about his age were not that far off. While his position had initially hidden his age, when she approached him, it could easily be seen he was eleven or twelve at the most. While this was a Searchable age, the chances of a Searchrider coming here openly were slim. True, it was cleaned up now; however there were still lingering animosities toward dragonriders. Nevertheless Kiletri’s disparaging remarks were not as far off the mark she might have initially guessed.
Despite the fact his clothes were torn, they were of a finer material than most of the cabin boys, drudges or younger members of the port could afford, and while faded the hues suggested the colors had once been rich, and vibrant. They no longer fit him because he was taller, the tears from ill-use rather than age. His once-short hair has become rough and thick around the edges due to lack of proper maintenance. The Turn at Port Hope left him with dark circles under his eyes, premature for his age. However, from far away they give him an older appearance, which has served him well. Recently he hit a growth spurt, and is verging on the awkward time physically between being a boy and a man.
"Wha...?" Though he heard her speaking, he had no idea what she was saying, and though he attempted to answer her, nothing he said save the first syllable made sense to Kiletri. It was simply a jumble of gobbledygook accompanied by a hiccup, a whimper and another lunge over the railing.
Of all the people who could have found Lesu, Kiletri might have been the best, for past … associations… made her quickly realize this was no ordinary too-much-alcohol illness. As he looked up at the sound of the words, bleary-eyed and confused, she could see he was feverish, perspiration dotted his brow. There was a heavy mixture of crimson in the former contents of his stomach and matching droplets clinging to the edges of his mouth. While at first glance it appeared to be blood, the substance was too red to be. Although there were natural explanations for this – he had eaten something bad, he had been given something that was rotten – the likelihood was small. The scent too was rather distinctive. It was not outside KIletri’s realm of knowledge to recognize what had happened, or rather what was happening to the boy.
He had been poisoned.
Kiletri
Kiletri let her eyebrow settle as she studied the lad a bit more, and lad he was most certainly. Her initial assessment hadn't been far off. Perhaps some street urchin in over his head? No, not quite. His clothes spoke of former wealth at some point. Perhaps he'd run away gotten caught up with a bad lot, and had no way to get home? It wasn't so far-fetched; after all, she'd run off, but she'd had the sense to have a dragon to get her around first. These spoiled little holderbrats with no chance of inheritance thinking they could make it in the rough had no clue.
A spark of compassion welled up in her at the circles under his eyes, and his awkward, gawky inbetween stage. The mark of someone forced into growing up too quickly, something else she could sympathize with. Port Hope, no matter how cleaned up, was certainly no place for someone at the age to be on his own.
Such motherly thoughts for a green rider.
Oh hush. You know me. I'm such a caring person and all.
"Poor kid, you really are gone... aren't... you... " Kiletri's forehead creased as she realized what was really going on. "By Faranth, what sort of dimglow are you to fall in with people that bad," she hissed at him, knowing that he wasn't going to remember that or her withering look at him either.
Fortunately, since she was none too trusting of the 'folk around these parts, she had just the remedy, and she moved forward, taking a hold of him, trying to brace him up in whatever way was best. "Kid, I need you to focus. Eyes right here on me." She made sure her tones were loud and even and well-enunciated it was imperative that he not pass out, focusing her ocean blue eyes on his.
Get over here, we're gonna have to take him back with us.
Right away o'compassionate one.
"Alright," she gave him a shake, "now focus, and listen to me. I want you to chew on these leaves I'm going to give you, you'll probably throw up more before you're done, but try and chew and swallow the juice if you can."
The leaves were dark green and bitter, and she stuffed them into his mouth and put her hand over it, hoping he'd get the idea. As close as she was, she'd be able to tell if he was going to toss the contents of his stomach again, and so she'd remove it if it became necessary. She kept plenty of leaves for just such occasions, and she didn't want him to choke on his own fluids. Best he got it up if he could.
"Chew it up really good. I know you feel horrible and it tastes horrible, but if you want to live then do as I say," and she gave him another little shake to drive it home, knowing that shaking him wouldn't make him feel better, but it was either shake him or smack him a few times across the face. Kiletri found people liked her better afterward when she didn't leave imprints of her hand on their faces.
Jaraith, who always hid herself from prying eyes when they visited, sprang up into the air, and easily found her beloved on the pier. There was enough room it seemed.
Land softly, gently, easily.
I know, I know. What is that smell? Humans do not usually smell so strongly, even when out of sorts.
Poison. Stupid 'brat, drinking whatever anyone would give him no doubt. I wonder why they'd waste it on him, maybe he's a thief... no matter, anyway, once he's gotten his sea legs back we're out of here. He're hoping Ra'shin doesn't glare at us too much. Even in dire straights Kiletri could still manage a grin; maybe, it's how she'd survived so long.
"C'mon kid, don't go glows out on me, I'd hate to have to cart your body around afterward." Macabre humor, very helpful; not.
Lesu
Though her voice had lulled him into some kind of calmed state as soon as she got close to him, he slid backward away from her. Hand still on the railing for support; he used the other one in a feeble attempt to ward her off. “You’re one of them! Get away. I can smell the oil on you.” In truth all he could smell was his own sick and whatever foulness was rising from it; however his addled mind was associating anyone at the moment with one of ‘them’. Who they were was difficult to say, the suggestion of oil could be anything from a sailor to a dragonrider. He had been betrayed or treated poorly by them all.
However when she put her hand on his shoulder, and spoke to him, he realized he could hear compassion in her tone. Despite it all he found himself listening to her. Something about leaves… “Leaves?” A faint furrow creased his brow as he stared at her, his stomach churning but for the moment it was still enough he did not feel obliged to double over the railing again. Now that he was as upright as he could get, he realized the world was foggy and he was hot.
That single word was all he got out before she stuffed the leaves in his mouth. True he could have struggled more however not in his right mind as he was, he had little chance of success against the well-toned and strong dragonrider. The shake didn’t help and he pushed backward on her again, not to get the leaves out of his mouth but rather simply to get her away from him. The struggles were still too feeble to be very effective. Though his head was swimming with confusion, he finally realized she was attempting to help him, and apparently the leaves were the key. Under her hand Kiletri could feel him beginning to chew the leaves.
A Burly Man
As the leaves were produced, a shadow extracted itself from the wall. He’d seen enough. It was time to act before things got out of hand. He moved with all the silent stealth of the practiced and while Kiletri alone might have had a chance to hear him, the noise that Lesu was making easily covered up the faint footfalls. Even the appearance of the dragon did little to dissuade his progress.
“You there, what are you doing with my drudge?” The loud voice behind her came over the last of Kiletri’s statement as a tall man walked up to her. He gestured toward Lesu. “Been looking for that lout since he ran off with my wine” Moving closer to them, he reached out and grabbed Lesu’s arm, taking a firm grip on the boy’s upper biceps. “C’mon you, you got some explaining to do.”
Kiletri
Them? Dragonriders, sailors...? Who else uses oil? He must really be out of his head.
He could not smell something so nice over that stench. I think it is lucky that he is out of sorts he would be trouble otherwise.
Lucky if he doesn't die you mean.
Kiletri sighed, trying not to pity him too much. She didn't like it if she felt people were pitying her, but she'd gotten involved (despite her attitude and behavior maybe she did like people after all) so she'd see this through until the end. It was a bit too much like seeing herself to just run off and leave him on his own afterward. Everyone needed a little help sometimes.
Once she made sure he was chewing, and thought she could trust him enough not to spit it out she moved her hand up to his forehead, checking the fever. Hopefully he would regain some clarity and the heat would dissipate, but it would take a bit. She doubted it was anything sophisticated as he hadn't just seized up and keeled over like the best of poisons would do. It was probably best he had retched most everything up since he had appeared to ingest it initially. The leaves ought to soothe his stomach a bit also, but he'd certainly be on bed rest for a couple of days.
Did he even have a bed?
Kiletri, to her credit, not hearing the approach, didn't jump as the loud voice accosted her ears. She couldn't help but sneer at his next words, disbelieving him even before he'd finished speaking, and she clamped down on his other arm quite quickly.
"And I'm Weyrwoman of Great Cliffs." Her voice was calm, but part of her was electric, wishing for a fight. Her long daggers were concealed beneath her cloak, not foolish enough to leave home without them. "Is it common practice to poison your own drudges, or yourself? Either way it's no longer your concern. He's been Searched. I can pay you for the wine if you really feel it's necessary, but don't think the Weyr would look kindly upon it."
Kiletri realized her words were bold; after all, it was anyone's guess as to how long he'd been watching so he could easily call her bluff. Not to mention Crashing Seas Weyr didn't really hold any sway to back up her bluff, but that was a small detail that could easily slip the mind. Just saying it though meant he couldn't run off with Lesu until he was of sound mind to accept or decline. Maybe he'd recover enough sense to go along with her ruse.
The green rider remained tense both eyes on the man, rocking imperceptibly on her feet, ready to spring into action at the moment it was necessary.
The Burly Man
As soon as she spoke the expression of the burly man lightened and he laughed aloud; however he did not release his hold on the boy. “Kiletri! By Faranth, I thought you dead with the rest of them… last report you were seen ‘round the Weyr just before the traitor was captured.” His reference might be vague; however if the green rider had a good memory she would remember who the Weyr, specifically the Guardians, revealed to be a traitor in their midst. The man’s voice was full of contempt for this traitor. Not that he disliked the man; rather he was displeased the blue rider had allowed himself and his worthless brother to be caught in the first place.
It seemed that not all the Syndicate members were banished or killed by the Guardians. Now, while the man recognized Kiletri, she was possibly one of the few of her former association who showed their face both publicly and within the halls of their base without a mask or cowl to protect it, so he easily recognized her, which was plain obvious by his use of her name.
“How is that green of yorn? What Weyr you riding with now to be Searchin’ people?” As he continued speaking she might, if her memory served her, recognize his voice rather than his face, which she had likely only seen a few times as he did not usually unmask while in their base. The smattering of a Northern accent placed him in a small group of people from that region within their mutual organization, and the telltale scarring over his left eye and down his cheek were the trophies of a fight the two of them had been in together. She had her hidden daggers and he was an expert pugilist. He earned the name ‘Crimson Fist’ due to his rather disturbing trait of being able to punch someone hard enough to shatter their nose into their face.
Crimson Fist lowered his voice, giving a furtive glance around as he spoke to her in confidence born from years of association in the same organization. “You’d best leave that one alone. Search or not, I’ve been hired to eliminate him, and while I dun wanna fight you, I will if I have to…” It was clear he did not want to start a confrontation, his information imparted with the idea she would leave well enough alone and allow him to continue his mission.
Lesu
He heard voices and attempted to focus. It was impossible to tell what they were saying exactly because the sound of his chewing was louder than their words. Maybe it was because his head was still spinning; however the leaves that the woman had given him gradually began taking effect and he was conscious of the discussion by the time the burly man finished speaking. At least his stomach had finally settled. It roiled and twisted, but the worst seemed to be over. She had said he was going to throw up again so he was concerned, however at least it was more at ease than it had been before she shoved the leaves at him.
However, despite the effect the leaves were having upon him, Lesu continued to maintain the illusion of being overly drunk and not steady on his feet. The woman… Kiletri… by what the man had said… seemed to be helping him, he wasn’t sure how long that would last. She seemed to be compassionate while he was not in his own senses, so he wobbled on his feet and leaned into her hand, appearing steadier than he had been yet still needing her assistance. While he was no expert at subterfuge, he had learned a few things in the Turn he had been here. That included the ability to appear completely out of his mind long enough to think of how to escape unpleasant situations. While this green rider apparently was Searching him, he didn’t believe her. What he did believe and begin immediately to wonder about is a) who would be poisoning him and b) how she knew...
Unfortunately Lesu did not overhear Crimson Fist's confession.
Kiletri
Kiletri politely arched her eyebrow once more, but she really focused on those little hairs above her eye that weren't quite severe enough to become a check mark. She had to focus so her complete confusion would be translated into mere inquiring skepticism of anyone presuming to assume familiarity with her. Of course, listening further it was easy to see where she ought to remember him from, but she grasped for it. Sometimes the Syndicate seemed so long ago, and other times not long enough for her tastes. Kiletri was relieved that Ra'shin wasn't here with his stupid, probing questions, trying to sniff into her past like she ought to tell him things because he was one of many that had flown Jaraith. Also one of many encounters that extended beyond Jaraith's influence.
Son of a sharding wherry-brained watch-wher, by Faranth. Jaraith just snorted.
"I'm not the dying type." She smirked, wondering if being known wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. Perhaps...
The voice was certainly what placed him. That northern accent was hard to forget when he was a rarity among the 'folk. They'd watched each other's backs at one point, but she'd never really been watching any back except her own, of course. The 'Crimson Fist'... Kiletri reconsidered her proximity, but she was quick on her feet, perhaps it would behoove herself to act a little less uptight, more friendly-like. Except, she couldn't signal the kid.
"We're beautiful and deadly as always," she laid on the purr, because that's what men liked a little rawness to the tone, a little want. "Just something small; you know me, not much for the stuffy types." Her shoulders raised and lowered in a slow and fluid motion, and she tilted her head smiling.
And there was the catch, the reason this poor lad was hanging off a pier and retching up his insides. What was the point of someone so... youthful. He was dumb, as he'd gotten himself poisoned and drunk to boot, and hardly in any position to hassle people much less 'cause some trouble warranting death. Not that he couldn't have killed somebody, but people who murdered weren't often found dying a painful, public death. They got it in a dark, deserted hut someplace no one could hear the screaming.
"Tsk, tsk, so much business before pleasure? Always the same with you types. What is so important about this waste that I can't salvage it for better potential use? I mean..." Kiletri ran her tongue along her bottom lip, "I'm a woman all about agreements and compromises; all sorts."
She really had no desire to fight him either if it wasn't necessary, but men were rather simple creatures. They were very fond of certain alternative deals, and if it was a matter of marks then maybe they could even work something out that way; however, she was hoping she was presenting an alluring enough offer.
It was a bit dependent on whether he was for hire, or working for someone. The former worked more in her favor, because they were more likely to put their personal interests in front of a client when opportunities presented themselves.
Be ready to move and snatch the kid love if you have to. Nobody takes cheap shots at my heart, after all. Just in case it was the latter and he would prove immovable, but even then; no honor amongst thieves.
Kiletri felt the kid lean, but she didn't risk glancing at him as if she cared, wondering if Crimson Fist would be relying on her past misrepresentation of her person to draw conclusions on that count or if he'd been influenced by what he'd witnessed at first. She very gently squeezed his arm the best physical equivalent of, "Hang in there, I've gotcha'," she knew how to muster.
"So, whaddya think?"
Crimson Fist
He laughed at her phrase and her jest, his voice rough edged from Turns of growling and using a harsh tone to disguise it while in public. The Syndicate was in the past for many, yet some still believed their ideals. If a new leader arose, who was to say that the loyal would not come out of hiding and go back to the organization? Perhaps this was the reason Crimson Fist was here now… perhaps he has merely become a mercenary, one of those rare breed.
Upon hearing the purr in her voice, and seeing her body language, he was quick to note she had an agenda. The question as not if she had one but rather whether or not it was going to benefit him or simply herself. He was not so paranoid to think she was in cahoots with the kid, and not so gullible to instantly want to trust … as much as they could trust… his former associate to join forces with him again. Everyone had their own reasons for being who they were and doing what they were doing, Crimson Fist was no exception.
He eyed the kid, noting the relaxed look of his posture and general swaying attitude. Good, he’s still out of it... plenty of time to finish the deed after the little ‘reunion’ with Kiletri was over. He did not yield his grasp on Lesu, holding the boy’s upper arm tighter. While Lesu leaned toward Kiletri, Crimson Fist held him to prevent him from leaning too far.
“Aye.. potential use? An’ what you want to salvage ‘im for… not Search worthy, just an imp… what plans yer stewin’ Kiletri?” The ideas of what the green rider would use the boy for were boundless. She could like younger 'men', or she could want a drudge, or she could want any number of things with him. Crimson Fist's voice did not betray whether or not he was amiable to releasing Lesu; however there was curiosity in his tone. Kiletri’s body language and verbal charm caught his attention. Whether they could strike a deal remained to be seen.
Lesu
The leaves made the world better, the poison working its way through his system faster than it would have, or if it would have and Lesu felt clear headed now. He was still pinioned between the two, one his would-be rescuer and the other his would-be master. With no way out, he merely stood his ground, leaning toward Kiletri at first and then swaying backward into the Crimson Fist’s hand in the next moment. Lesu only swayed his upper body, leaving his feet steady so he was still balanced regardless of which way he was leaning. This way though both hopefully would believe him to be drunk despite the fact he had but two drinks, not enough to put him under.
For now there was nothing he could do but wait. However, his ruse seemed to be working as he realized that despite the fact the two were whispering, they were leaning close enough for him to catch the occasional word and phrase. Given time, he might be able to piece together exactly what was going on or at least who they were. At least he hoped so. He primary objective was to get away from them both. She might have helped him, but now that he was clear headed Lesu had little desire to go with her.
Kiletri
Kiletri felt as if she was taking too much of a chance the more time she lingered, but at this point there was no helping it. Besides she couldn't go turncoat against her former comrades to save the kid, unless she killed him in the process of course. It was no good to look a traitor when she could potentially get some information out of him first, but like most things she would have to barter for what she really wanted. What would be his price?
Also there was the matter of the catch. She knew he would be looking for one, and she had to tip her hand in just the right way. This would require a delicate touch, and a right angle for someone like her. It didn't hurt that she'd always tried to brim with sexuality around any of the former Syndicate, pushing the green rider stereotype to the brink to get what she wanted and where she wanted to be.
"Not search worthy? Have a dragon's mind now do you?" Kiletri smirked like she knew something he didn't, perhaps even she had a little dragonrider arrogance though she liked to claim she wasn't like all the rest of the uppity bunch.
"Jaraith is fond of sorry little things like him. How do you think I managed to impress in the first place if she wasn't?" She allowed a little self-deprecating giggle to escape, another joke to make the mood more amicable. "Really I didn't think she was much of a Search dragon, but we lurk around here often enough and he caught her bejeweled lil' eye. Greens can be picky creatures ya' know, but she's got her heart set on it and her's is mine so perhaps we've reached an impasse."
Kiletri leaned, putting her free hand on her hip, trying to put some curve into her figure to remind him of her offer. It was an extremely generous offer she thought, but she could give him marks too.
"However, I think you're a very smart man, and I don't want to fight you just as much as you don't want to fight me. It would be so messy when we can come to more convenient solution. I mean... if you fulfill your job then he's out of the way, but if I search him he's out of the way too since we're a small operation that keeps to ourselves. If I really wanted to cheat you then I'd have found a much more creative and bloody way to do it by now, but I'm really offering you more than he's worth and I'd hate for that offer to expire..."
Her eyes had darkened, a storm rolling in over the ocean, glinting in a way that was both alluring and a little dangerous, but maybe she wanted to remind him that she wasn't a silly girl who cashed in on men's desire. After all, she had taken what she wanted many times, and emerged the victor in violent conquest so really he didn't want to fight her if he could help it. It was all fun and games until someone got on her bad side, and then she preferred to show as little mercy as possible. He'd like it though, everyone liked to think they were getting something a little dangerous.
Kiletri's eyes slid to Lesu, assessing his condition, an afterthought to the complex game she was engaged in. He was still weaving though she had thought he might have been more with it by then, or rather... he was swaying with this feat planted. That was curious, but maybe it was the iron grip on both his arms. He had few places to go.
Crimson Fist
He grunted at her comment about the boy being Search-worthy and the ease she pushed aside his argument against it. This was a tricky situation. The trouble was, by Pernese tradition if a dragon said someone was a Candidate; there was little anyone could do about it. Such was the law that the Weyrs took precedent over even the most heavy-handed of Holders. This was a different matter though, at least in his opinion. Disobeying a Holder was one thing, but disobeying well… who hired him… that was a different matter entirely. Nothing but trouble would come of it and he’d have all kinds of problems dropped on his metaphorical doorstep. For a moment, he was truly torn.
And yet, duty (and a fair pouch full of marks) won out. Crimson Fist exhaled a sigh and shook his head. “Don’t have a dragon’s mind, and I know wha’ it means to be Searched by one… but…” He grunted and shook his head again. “…yer right we’ve reached an impasse. I gotta…” Then Kiletri leaned and Crimson could not help but look to her hand, his eyes sliding over the generous curves of her figure. He exhaled and chewed on the inside of his lip, glad that gesture was not noticeable and that his clothing was dark enough to prevent other things from being obvious.
Crimson Fist knew well Kiletri’s reputation. He’d fought by her side, her of her exploits and been privy to the results therein in the form of witnessed injuries. However, the big man had not gotten his name by way of a humorous tag. He was capable of crushing her if he wished and could break the boy while standing here if it meant their ‘discussion’ would come to a close. As much as her alluring temptation was both pleasing and invigorating, he had a task to do.
Despite his desire for Kiletri, he was at current hard pressed to deviate from his path. Finally he sighed and said. It was a sharding shame to pass up the beautiful offer Kiletri suggested; however he couldn’t trust her to hold up her end of the deal. Green rider though she was, the time away from the Syndicate might have changed her enough to be honorable, yet the Syndicate were not known for their fulfillment of verbal contracts. “Much as for ol’ times sake I’d like to, this time, I can’t do it. Being Searched ain’t going to keep him out of the way the way ... my employer... wants. Just give ‘im to me, Kiletri, your green can find others.” He held fast on to Lesu.
Lesu
Fully in his senses now, Lesu still kept his breath ragged and shallow, still leaning this way and that. He varied his movements so he appeared more off balance than he actually was, at least that was his intention. Their voices were loud enough for him to hear the majority of what they were talking about and with the tension growing in the air, so did his concern. What words and phrases he picked up made him gather there was something about searching going on.
However, it wasn’t until the man mentioned dragons that he realized it might be The Search. She wants me? Or am I wrong? Feh, I'm probably wrong. Who would... For a moment his dream of becoming a dragonrider resurfaced again, but then he pushed it away. Whatever thoughts of riding high in the sky he'd had died when they stole his sister and then the blue rider abandoned him here. The woman didn’t have any shoulder knots on. That meant she was either a bad guy from the Syndicate – who he’d heard had dragons or from the other Weyr, whatever the name of it was, that was on the other side of the mountains. The one the blue rider, M’kloin, promised to take him to but never did. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of being a dragonrider anymore, not after he terrible experience with M’kloin.
Regardless of what was going to occur, they were discussing him like a piece of meat at the market. What he wanted had absolutely nothing to do with their conversations; he didn’t need to know the whole story to figure out that much! If I don’t get out of here, I’m going to wind up being stuck with one or the other...
Unaware how observant Kiletri was, he had no idea his little deception might be found out. What he really needed them to do was to leave him alone, just for a second, long enough to cast himself over the side of the dock into the water. He could swim well enough to escape that way. And get away from this port as fast as possible. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about who wanted to do what with him and why this man thought he was a slave or if Kiletri had any other designs on him.
A thought occurred to him. He suddenly slumped forward, putting all his weight on Kiletri's arms, trying to give the impression he'd passed out.
Kiletri
He was taking too long. Kiletri tried to keep her muscles lax, but her impatience was keying her up since she couldn't really express it in a physical manner without telling him things in body language that she didn't want him to know. However, when he refused her very generous offer her eyes flashed. She stamped her foot and puffed out her cheeks in frustration. It was very childish she knew, but shard it all did he like to be difficult!
Kiletri pouted, "That's the problem though! I'm simply desperate to do whatever makes her happy. Don't you see my hands are tied?" She frowned, trying to inject as much sheepish regret into her countenance as possible, like the thing she wanted most in the world was to help him out but she simply couldn't do otherwise because... well, because your dragon is your dragon.
"Oh by Faranth..." The green dragonrider was forced to alter her stance to accommodate what was now equal to the wait of a sack of tuber's in her grasp. Instead of just holding onto him she was the only thing holding him up. It was her impression that he'd been getting more a hold of himself too, but there was the possibility that he'd fought it off and once in submission of danger he'd just conked out. On the other hand he could be faking, or maybe he'd really just up and died on her, which really would have solved a lot of her problems right there... Think more charitable thoughts Kiletri. By Faranth, how did I end up agreeing to that sharding council thing again? I am not meant to be helpful or around other people.
She fumbled, trying to get her fingers into position to feel his pulse.
"So... how much would it cost me to get you to kill your employer?" Kiletri wasn't sure if she was trying to lighten the mood with a poor joke or if she was seriously considering spending all the marks she probably owned on getting him off of her case.
Throughout, the time they'd been waiting each other out she'd kept her eyes on him as much as possible, looking for the sign he'd lost his patience and was just going to kill her to keep her from being an obstacle. However, she was getting more worried as it seemed he'd reached his decision, and they'd come to the end of negotiating. Kiletri made peripheral glances as much as she could, trying to see what was close by that could be her advantage or what would be handy. Also, how much space she'd have to maneuver. A fight seemed inevitable, and she was loath to start it.
Crimson Fist
He couldn’t help but snort a brief laugh at her stamp. Maybe she had wanted him too? Her phrase about her dragon made him retract his thought. Of course it was all about making the green happy. Dragonriders were all alike, catering to their dragons needs and wants and blamed their dragons for their weird idiosyncrasies. As though the creatures truly had that much sway over them. Crimson Fist snorted.
As his mind dwelled on that she offered something completely different. A different type of bribe that was only slightly less tempting as the first. It was clear the possibility had not occurred to the Crimson Fist until Kiletri mentioned something. Now that she brought this on the table, he narrowed his eyes and exhaled a long sigh. Whether or not he was considering the idea as one that was viable was hard to say. Here was an assassin trained with the best. The question was not if he could do it but rather if he WOULD do it. How easily was his loyalty swayed? Kiletri’s suggested hinged on that unanswered question.
The thought occurred to him to merely pull Lesu from her grasp. Strong though Kiletri was he sure he could best her in that feat of strength. Problem was he’d have to get past the dragonrider to the town before the dragon showed up. Dragons might not be violent creatures but a snatch-and-grab was a long way from tearing someone apart with claws and teeth. Syndicate didn’t get that, which was why their plan to train the dragons failed. Kiletri’s green could pick him and the boy up no problem then what a mess they’d be in. Or at least him.
A fight was on his mind too. Fighting over the boy was not something he relished but if it came to it, he might just have to do so. However, he was beginning to tire of this ‘dance’. Perhaps something could be set to accommodate both their needs. Finally an idea dawned on him. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution to him.
“Alright, Kiletri... I’ve a proposition for ya. I don’t relish killin’ my employer but I’ll take yer first offer bit o' somethin' for us both." Crimson Fist dragged his eyes down her body to emphasize his point of what offer he was accepting. "... an’ a few marks for my trouble. You can have the boy, done. Just give me leave to cut off a few of his fingahs and ears... prove I’ve done the job. I’d ask for a hand, but ain’t no good as a dragonrider if he’s missin’ one. We square up, I give my employer the prize an’ they’re none the wiser. Not going to go lookin’ for him in a Weyr.”
Lesu
Did she just snort and stamp her foot? That’s as bad Miranda throwing a fit. Lesu managed not to laugh or acknowledge Kiletri’s huff at all except to smile, which neither one could see especially since he was staring at a combination of Kiletri’s arms and the planks of the dock. Through the slats he could see the darkened water and wondered how deep it was. It looks cold.
Perhaps it had been a bad move on his part. Maybe he should have simply allowed them to keep arguing and waited while their collective grasps eased. He was no tactician and if he didn’t get away from these two never wound be, who knew what the real plan for him was. Back at Kajano he’d listened through enough keyholes to know that this was a Syndicate area at one time and there might be refuge members still here. The thought made him shudder. While he might agree with some of the things they believed him and stood for (he wasn’t sure what because he didn’t know their principles but if they were against the Hold that meant they didn’t like his father and it suited him fine) that didn’t mean he wanted to be part of them. According to the Guardians they were the ‘bad guys’. Lesu did not want to be a ‘bad guy’ no matter what Feytolian and Jeysu might think. He was just tired of being ignored.
But this was too much attention! What to do... what to do... As the tension in the air continued to grow, Lesu decided one way or the other it was time to leave. He had two options that he could see, either try to pull free and then jump into the water or try to pull free and run past the dragonrider into the town. There were places he could hide from them and several of the buildings were on foundations high enough he could squeeze under. Even if they found him hiding under a building neither one should be small enough to fit under them. The woman maybe but he’d still have the advantage of being able to move faster. Regardless both options meant pulling free. Guess I could just stand up and say ‘hey’ I’d rather go with you... then chose someone... wonder if that would make a difference?
His choice was made for him when he heard Crimson Fist’s suggestion. Even though he couldn't make all the words out he heard 'cut' and 'ear' clearly enough. Since they were wagering over him, he could only surmise it meant his ear and that sure was not going to happen if he could help it. With Kiletri fumbling around for his wrist her grip was as loose as he was likely to get it. So in an instant of hope and speed he lunged to one side, his intention to throw himself across to the other side of the dock. If he succeeded, he’d give himself enough room to (in theory) bolt to the end and dive off. Even a side would do, just somewhere he could make it to the water. Swimming under the dock was his plan or if the water was deep enough to swim underwater until he could get to the shore and find someplace to hide.
Kiletri
Kiletri offered a wan smile to his snort of laughter, letting a bit of warmth and sparkle into her ocean eyes before they went dark again. This was supposed to be serious business after all, mostly. Not quite deadly serious yet. She still had a tenuous, tender hope that things might be resolved yet. It was all about patience; that is, whomever had the most or least.
The good thing about mercenaries was that their loyalty was dependent upon the highest bidder, mostly. Kiletri could tell that her offhand comment had gotten the wheels turning right when things had been going south. The question was whether or not she could scrape together the marks. It had crossed her mind to do a number of not so kind things to end this. She was as quick as he was strong, and he was in close proximity. There were poisons and certain incapacitating movements and the like. The problem, of course, was the matter of her "loyalty" and the tip-toeing that it all involved. Crimson Fist was a strong contender, and she didn't need his "friends" or enemies wrath directed at her. She didn't need her own position questioned, but as sure as Faranth was the first Queen Kiletri could not just walk away from this situation. True, she'd done plenty of questionable things and by all rights she should have left the business alone, let it gone on, but something in her couldn't let this one go.
Kiletri smirked, and shifted her body, suggestively, so he understood that the message had been received loud and clear. "Hmm... it might raise some questions if I bring him in with missing parts. There are curious enough people as it is. I'd be willing to help you find some substitute ones. I mean... plenty of drunks about tonight I'm - "
Kiletri was caught more by surprise than she felt she should have been by the sudden lunge. She had figured he was playing them a little, but she hadn't thought he was as spry as he suddenly made to get out of their grasps. As she had been fumbling for his wrist her grip had been less than what it was, and he slipped right out of her grasp. Kiletri made a grab for him on the chance that Crimson Fist was less surprised than she was; however, she angled herself so that on the other hand if he had escaped him both then she'd simply stop the Fist from catching a hold again. The brat would get away sure, but she was confident she could find him again if that happened. Kiletri had the advantage.
Be ready love.
Crimson Fist
He enjoyed her momentary smile and it brought memories of them in the Syndicate together. While they’d never been close comrades, she was a handsome woman. A little fun with her would do him well. Already he was nodding to her suggestion of finding substitute parts. Who would know? There must be a younger vagrant lurking around they could overwhelm and take the necessary pieces. If Lady Luck were on their side perhaps a lookalike might substitute an eye; nothing better to verify a kill than an eye for if the mark wasn’t dead they were just as useless without eyes and a tongue. The night would turn out right and they’d both walk away the better for it, continue being associates without trouble between them.
“Aye, good id - ” Then Lesu made his move, tugging free of both their grasps with the ease of melted butter. “Fardles! Git back ‘ere boy!” There goes the evening... this’ll cost me some good marks and a fair piece of trouble if we don’t git him back.
He hadn’t earned his reputation for being the fiercest fist’to’cuffs fighter among the Syndicate because he was slow. Swift as Lesu was the Crimson Fist was equally fast possibly faster on his feet. He too lunged for the holdbrat, his huge hand seeking hair or cloth to grab and hold. As he moved, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them somewhat. Without looking to her he simply expected Kiletri to cover her side of the dock. He also spread his free arm wide, filling up more space as he attempted to corral the escapee.
Lesu
Knowing they’d be after him as soon as he made his move, Lesu ducked and skittered forward. An accomplished petty thief thanks to all the bread and other items he’d stolen from the kitchen, he had plenty of experience dodging pursuers who were right on top of him. He felt a hand brush his hair as Kiletri made a grab for him and he twisted his head away from her. In a heart-pounding moment he was brought up short when the Crimson Fist’s hand secured him by the collar of his shirt. Quickly Lesu pulled his arms in and ducked his head downward, crouching as he did. The move left the man holding his shirt.
However it cost him time to do that and he knew they were swift. Discarding the idea of making toward the town or the far end of the pier, he instead went toward the closest edge. When he reached the wooden railing he dropped and rolled under the bottom slat. The gap was narrow; he felt the wooden brush against his bare skin, leaving scraps as he tumbled under it. He held his breath. In a few Turns he’d never be able to do that maneuver, which meant it was unlikely either of them could do it. If I live that long!
Then he was in the water. It was shallower then he would have liked; however he found himself immersed completely. The water was cold. Without a shirt it was even colder. Gooseflesh rose across his back and arms. He could see but everything was murky. The fall disoriented him momentarily, leaving him confused about which way land was. At least the pier cast a shadow so he knew where that was. He stayed deep and in the shadows under the pier, keeping his breath in so there would be minimal bubbles. With all luck when they first looked over the edge they’d not see him, giving him a chance to figure out what to do now.
Kiletri
Shards and flame it all! Just when I had control of the situation.
Kiletri couldn't help but glower in Lesu's direction, and hoped Crimson Fist wouldn't harbor any vengeful thoughts that might compromise the agreement she'd just garnered. It would be a shame to waste all of that innuendo and resort to more violent methods. She really didn't have any more patience than he did just more restraint towards her more savage impulses. Meeting expectations, she kicked herself into gear and tried to flank Lesu, but she understood what he was going to do a few moments before he went and did it, changing her tack and making a beeline for him. However, she didn't expect him to go under the railings. She probably could have caught up if he'd lost the time vaulting over, and she had to smirk; clever move.
Kiletri halted at the edge, bumping into the railings and leaning over as far as she could without going for a swim herself, but it was too dark to see where he went. They'd have to wait until he surfaced... and then what? If he was a strong swimmer all he had to do was stick close to the shore and come up on shore anywhere or find another pier and stowaway in the hold of the boat for a night. Yet... the water had to be freezing, that upped his desperation to get out of it.
Love... fancy a swim? Just be subtle. Kiletri sure as the sun in the sky did not fancy taking a cold bath.
It would be easy for Jaraith to get into and out of the water. It was just a matter of getting to Lesu, it was doubtful she'd fit under the dock.
Maybe just hover. He won't be expecting that just look and listen and be patient. When you fishing 'patience' really was the key word.
Jaraith took off without a fuss, but it was going to be hard to hover without a fuss so she settled for landing on the beach right in the surf. There was another strategy she could deploy, but she wasn't sure how well it would work. Wait and see would be the game to play for the moment.
"Well... this is fun..." Kiletri offered with a side of sarcasm, keeping an eye on her 'comrade' to see what he might try and pull. Unsure of how he would handle or try to handle this situation.
I am sleeping for a sevenday after this to recover my peace of mind.
Crimson Fist
"Crackdust!" He threw the shirt on the dock and stomped his boot on it in his rage for missing. Still, had to admire the kid for thinking to squirm out of the garment and being agile enough to do so. Slipping under the railings of the dock was a clever trick too. Too bad he had to be dead. Well, maybe... Kiletri's proposal sounds good. We could pull it off. He had no loyalty to his client, just the money. Had, in fact, lingering loyalty to Kiletri from 'the good ol' days' when they were on the same side, tentative allies and had a common goal.
He ran to the edge of the pier and grabbed the railing as he peered down into the darkened water. He squinted his eyes, and thought he saw movement but couldn't be sure what it was. Snorting a noisy breath through his nose, he looked toward Kiletri. "Fun... aye... Fun's just beginning." A gleam in his eyes accompanied a wicked smile. "It'll be good huntin' together again. We'll find the 'brat and keep our bargain eh?" He jerked his head toward the water. "Got any suggestions, maybe from your dragon? He has to come up for air eventually and wi'out a shirt, he'll freeze faster if he don't."
Lesu
The impact of cold water shook Lesu. Gooseflesh rippled across his skin, more prominent on his naked torso and arms. It cleared his head more too. It was colder than he expected it to be, and it wasn’t until he was underwater with his heart pounding in his ears that he realized the gravity of the situation. He’d been calm on land, his actions clear and thoughts full of clarity. Maybe it was shock. Or maybe he was going to be one of those people who could handle a dire situation and make snap decisions, his judgment good in a crisis. Is that what bronze riders are like? Maybe somewhere in the back of his head he thought it was a game until now, like dodging from the kitchen staff. Despite his antics, and mischief, he was untouchable at Kajano. Feylotian may find no favor in one of his younger sons; however as the Holder’s son few had the ability to reprimand him.
Now, he was in the water, and the final realization this was not a game hit him. These two people wanted him, one to kill him, and one to do who knows what. She claimed to be helping him, and had been fervent in her desire to take him. I’m not going with them... either of them…... not a prize to fight over. His stomach churned a bit, hungry and nauseous simultaneously as the sudden movement jarred it again. The concoction she’d given helped, but he still didn’t feel in top shape.
The water was murky, it worked in his favor. He sunk to the bottom and reached out, scrambling until he found some rocks to hold on to, anchoring him as close to the bottom as he could. He kicked his feet, dragging his toes on the floor of the ocean, churning the dirt up further so all around was a cloud of disturbed dirt. Even a Wher can’t see through dirt... can they swim? ... so unless they have a dolphin with them. He didn’t know much about dolphins, but heard they could see with their eyes closed. I should be safe for now. All the dirt he’d stirred radiated outward so it would be harder to pinpoint his location.
Above him he could hear their voices, but had no idea what they were saying, the water muffled the words. Through the water he heard a muffled crash. He had no idea what it was, imagined it might be something heavy landing into the water. One of them jump in? But no, it seemed too big for a person. Dragon maybe?
Got to get out of here. The first thing he did was turn around, away from where he thought the sound came from. It seemed logical to him that the two would expect him to swim forward, in the direction he’d fallen, so he tried to trick them further but changing directions. Plus, if that was a dragon who'd just landed in the water the last thing he wanted to do was accidentally crash into him or her. Faranth, I hope this works. Already he could feel the waves tugging at him. They were gentle but they would batter his small frame if he swam too far out. So he hugged the rock wall close to the shore and began to edge along it, using his hands and fingers as his guides and keeping his eyes tightly shut.
Kiletri
"Aye, just don't get overexcited. Don't damage the goods, and you might get more than you bargained for..." Kiletri left it at that lest she inspire him to abandon even trying to find the kid before moving on to more pleasant evening activities. However, she hardly doubted he'd leave any loose ends lying around no matter what goods or rather services she might wish to provide. "Well... let's see how much of a fisher she is."
Jaraith was no dolphin, and it was true that seeing through murky water was a difficult task; however, having more than one transparent eyelid was a big help. The fact that while humans were not prey for dragons or firelizards did not mean they couldn't use their more refined hunting methods to sniff someone out. Lesu could kick up the mud as much as he wanted, but as long as he was still swimming around and not being subtle about it that was something she could track. Not to mention she found him interesting so as long as he continued to panic a bit that didn't hurt her chances either. Jaraith waded in, unperturbed by the cold, sticking her head under the water. She pulled it out quickly, the difference was startling the difference in sight, sound, and smell. The green snorted, took a great breath, and stuck her head under again giving her senses a moment to adjust. Being much bigger and being able to move more confidently was a huge plus. It was easy to nose after the boy once she had oriented herself. Now it was a matter of reaching out and plucking him to the surface. Now if she was just close enough...
"I think we may be close."
Crimson Fist
With the dragon nosing around there wasn’t much he could do but wait for the result. A dark smile creased his predatory expression, eager eyes following the dragon’s movements as he tracked her search. Casually he asked, “So what was it you were sayin’ about a finger or two from a handy homeless?”
