The Misadventures of Avicath
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Barrier Lake Weyr
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Writers: Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 22nd June 2025
Characters: N'kevyn, Aydhan
Description: Avicath begins to succumb to despair and starvation
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 8, day 25 of Turn 12
It was evening on the second day after his injury, and Avicath could not get comfortable. The massive bronze kept shifting, rolling, groaning on the flat area that made up his and Tymborikath’s ‘ledge’. Laying with any weight on his injured leg made it throb and ache. The best he could do was sprawl flat on his uninjured side, injured leg stretched out, looking much like a bloated corpse other than the occasional large, loud, sighs. After a time, a new noise joined the general low sounds of discontent, a rumble.
}: Don’t the other bronzes like you anymore? They haven’t been bringing you any offerings,:{ Avicath said to Tymborikath, apparently out of nowhere. }:You should remind them you need to be admired.:{
His stomach rumbled audibly again.
}:Maybe you can preen a little.:{
Tymborikath considered it for a moment like his words might be truth, and her indignation rose until Aydhan reminded her that a brown had brought her a caprine just the other day. _She_ wasn't hungry.
}: Mine says you need to stretch your legs, or you won't be able to keep up with my mating flight. :{ she said and peered downwards from her regular supervisory spot above the docks. }: You're getting in the way of the sailors. Roll further into the weyr. :{
Avicath snorted, }:I’m the best. Who else could keep up with you?:{ With another long-suffering sigh, he said, }:I’m not supposed to walk around until Mine is awake.:{ N’kevyn was taking a nap after having been kept up all night by his miserable bronze. The big bronze made a feeble attempt to shift himself, which did little to move his bulk. }:I’m stuck here. My leg is ruined,:{ it was currently slathered with enough numbweed that that didn’t have the same air of misery he’d had earlier. }:And I’m starving. Wasting away.:{
}: You look like it. :{ Tymborikath sniffed. }: Keep shuffling, then, and watch out for the people. Or you could show your rider how capable you are by hunting for yourself anyway. Let him sleep. :{
Avicath perked up, }:He has said I’ve been too needy. I can tell him you said it was a good idea.:{ There was a moment of stillness before the bronze suddenly rolled his bulk back upright, eyes whirling faster as the movement pulled on healing stitches. It would only hurt for a moment, he reasoned, just when he launched himself into the air. He could handle it.
He was wrong.
The roar outside the weyr as Avicath launched himself with an injured leg was echoed by a roar inside the weyr as N’kevyn flailed out of bed, landing on the floor with a thud. A moment later, he was stomping towards the entrance of the weyr, a blanket held around his waist in a half-hearted attempt to cover his nudity. “GET YOUR STUPID BRONZE ASS BACK DOWN HERE.”
Avicath couldn’t hover, so he instead made a low circle, making a low moaning sound that sounded more like a bovine than a dragon as he left a trail of dripping ichor from popped stitches. }:Tymmie told me to.:{ He complained. }:It hurts. Make it stop hurting.:{
“AYDHAN WHY IS YOUR GOLD TRYING TO KILL MY BRONZE?” N’kevyn bellowed back towards the office. A fat drop of ichor landed on his face as Avicath made another circle, refusing to land.
}: I didn't! :{
"She says she didn't!" Aydhan called back.
“We both know Avicath is too stupid to lie!”
"And my gold is too gentle to be scheming!" Aydhan appeared from her office, stylus tucked behind her ear. She had to fight to keep from laughing. "You're looking a little green. Go put on some pants, we'll see if Eyla or Rasme is available."
}: Thakkorth, can Yours come see to Avicath? :{ Tymborikath relayed helpfully but did not meet Aydhan's gaze when the woman looked up towards the cliff face.
N’kevyn turned to stomp back into the weyr for pants as Avicath landed with another pained moan and resumed the corpse-like sprawl across the entrance to the weyr, leg leaking ichor. }:You’re the worst.:{ He told the gold, the harshest insult imaginable from the best bronze on Pern.
Last updated on the June 22nd 2025