[redactable] catchall for chiron

[dawnblushed]

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w0, monday

[dawnblushed]

[So, Yona figures that Chiron won't be too difficult to find. After all, a centaur among a whole bunch of people who are decidedly not centaurs is impossible to miss! Wherever it is that she finds him once she tracks him down, she brightens up and raises a hand in a wave.]

Archer! Look, I found a knife!

[...sure enough, she's holding a knife in the hand she's waving with!]

[antaressnipe]

[Chiron: What do you have in your hand, Yona?
Yona: A KNIFE.
Chiron: Hm.

Which is.... about the expression that he's wearing as she approaches him like she found gold. Sharp gold. Gold that will stab you between the ribs if you happened to trip with it.]

... Well done, of course, but perhaps...

[Heeeeee's gonna gently take it away from her once she's close??? Child, please]

Though your enthusiasm is appreciated, please be careful.

[dawnblushed]

[That's fair. Chiron is valid. Yona doesn't have a problem with him taking the knife, though, considering she picked it up to bring it to him in the first place. It's fine!]

I'm always careful.

[Is she?]

I know how to handle blades, don't worry.

w0, saturday

[dawnblushed]

[Well, basically as soon as that's over, Yona's storming out of her room, heading for the inn, and grabbing her bow to head for the forest.

THWIP! goes the sound of the bowstring as she shoots at a tree.

When in doubt... train! She doesn't really know what to do right now, so. She's keeping herself occupied. Which, maybe taking up weapons right after a murder isn't the best idea, but. Here she is!]

[antaressnipe]

... Did you vote for yourself, Yona?

[He's been watching her for a minute or so, not particularly interested in hiding his presence between the trees -- just watching her progress, the number of arrows, and noting that he's thankful she is armed at all.

But eventually he asks his question, voice soft but still carrying through]

[dawnblushed]

[She's a pretty good shot by now! Late canon Yona is very proficient at archery. I'm finally playing someone competent, imagine that.

Anyway, she shakes her head, then lines up another shot.]

I did not.

[A moment later, she lets the arrow fly.]

w1, monday

[dawnblushed]

[Looking at the stars in the night sky had been one thing, but looking at them out the window here in space is quite another. She finds him lingering by one of the windows, and she can't help but stop a moment to admire the view, too.]

...it's really pretty, isn't it?

[antaressnipe]

It is.

[A quiet, thoughtful sort of agreement as his gaze lingers on the empty space occasionally brightened by a glittering star]

While a different view from what I normally see... I cannot help but appreciate it.

[dawnblushed]

[It's definitely different from looking at the night sky from earth, that's for sure...]

Mm. I didn't know it was even possible to see the stars like this, before.

w1, thursday

[dawnblushed]

[HORSE DAD WHERE YOU AT.

Yona will, stubbornly, search for Chiron wherever he might be - though eventually she spots him outside the planetarium. Whew.]

Archer?

[antaressnipe]

Hello, Yona.

[... He perhaps looks slightly, slightly more sheepish in her presence than he will be in anyone else's, head slightly bowed.

At least he's patched up! Just a patchwork of multicolored cloths all over his shoulder, chest, and human waist because there are no proper bandages here, but--

He is sufficiently cleaned up despite the circumstances]

I am sorry if I alarmed anyone.

[dawnblushed]

[She looks over the patchwork of cloths. It could be better - her kingdom for a set of real bandages! - but it could be worse, too, and she lets out a breath after a few long moments.]

I think "worried" is more accurate. [...] Are there any plants you need for a salve for your wounds? I could look through the woods for them.

W1 || Sunday

[antaressnipe]

[Want to shoot arrows with him, Yona?

Because that is where Chiron will be this afternoon, armed with his usual weapon of choice, even though he should very well be resting with his injuries.

But sometimes executions are a touch stressful and even dad needs a way to alleviate his frustrations.]

[dawnblushed]

[Yeah! Dad-and-daughter bonding time!

Which is to say, Yona is also in the woods for shooting practice. She's heading over pretty much right after the execution, since she already has her bow and arrows with her. When she arrives and sees him there, she doesn't look terribly surprised.]

Would you like some company, Archer?

[antaressnipe]

I do not mind, no.

[She is perhaps one of the few people he'd appreciate being around, in fact, and lays down his bow with a nod to whatever unfortunate tree he was shooting at.]

Go on; let us see where your practice has gotten you.

W2 || Friday

[antaressnipe]

[He's rather wet given his dip into the ocean and looking vaguely disgruntled by the fact, but Chiron is going to go check up on Yona wherever she is. It's fine, he's got a towel from somewhere...]

[dawnblushed]

[Chiron please you're a centaur not a seahorse, why were you in the ocean.

Anyway, Yona is heading toward the inn from the direction of the first aid station. Her legs are freshly bandaged, at least! ...she looks a little concerned about his soggy state and the towel.]

...are you alright, Archer?

[antaressnipe]

I am alright, Yona. My investigation by the port was... eventful.

[Also tilting his head at where she's headed, his eyes immediately darting down for her legs. But seeing as they are bandaged--]

Did you re-bandage your cuts from the leeches?

w3, saturday

[dawnblushed]

[Admittedly, Yona is not sure how she's going to be able to talk to Chiron, given that as far as she knows he's blind and she's mute, but like, that's not going to stop her from trying. He's smart, she's stubborn; they'll find a way.

So! Into the woods she goes, following the sound of music until she finally manages to track down one (1) horse dad.

She looks upset, but like. Is that really so surprising at this point? This whole trial was upsetting.]

[antaressnipe]

... Ah, Yona.

[A pause, and then he... looks at her.

Actually looks with both surprise, alarm, and a quick intake of breath.

Apparently even here, fate has decided to mock him.]

... I can... see you.

[With a small, quiet smile]

[dawnblushed]

[Well, that -

That actually startles her out of her anger! She blinks rapidly, and then rushes over to hug him.]

w4, wednesday

[dawnblushed]

[We're just going to say this is before the inevitable minievent chaos.

Anyway! Happy Wednesday. What a week, right? Yona has been very studiously avoiding the memory bubbles, because she's trying hard not to doxx Soo-won, but my own thirst for memshares means she's been accidentally popping them in increasingly more contrived ways.

This time, she does so because one drifts into her mouth when she yawns and it pops when she closes it. Oops.

Suddenly, they're in a palace. More specifically, Yona is being carried through a palace over the shoulder of a dark-clad goon. She's struggling, but her ankles are shackled, so she's not able to kick out at the guy who has her as much as she'd like.

Suddenly, there's a shout -

"Yo-nyan!!"

There's a man, down there. Yona recognizes him. Two men - she recognizes them both. So does the creepy-looking man in a cloak, who's directing the movements of the person who's carting Yona over his shoulder like she's a sack of potatoes:

"Damn Kouren... to track us here! Hurry!"

Her captor and the cloaked creep hurry down the hall, Yona still struggling as she shouts - "Algira! Vold!" - but between their frantic rush to get away from the men pursuing them and her wriggling, a brazier is knocked over. With a fwoosh, the fire spreads, nearly causing Algira to fall from where he's attempting to scale the side of the builling.

"We came to save you! The dragons and Yoon, they're all free!"
"Really?!"
"Yeah! And now, we're all here to save you! Hak-nyan's come, too! He'll be right here! So... go home with him!"

Yona's struggling begins anew - she fights harder, like she's been revitalized just by hearing that. Her captor snarls for her to stop fighting, then throws a dagger at Algira - who starts to fall, but is just barely caught by Vold, who throws a whole sword into the back of the man holding her.

"Princess Yona... Please, run..."

Vold's grip on the palace railing loosens, and he and Algira both fall. The man with the sword in his back hits the ground, and Yona falls with a thud.

She wants to run. She starts to move her feet, trying to get up - but she can't. The shackles around her ankles are too tight. She can't run anywhere like this.

It's warm, and smoky. She looks up - and is greeted with the sight of flames engulfing the palace. The fire is spreading, too quickly to outrun like this, and in front of her, there's the face of that cloaked man, looming, his lips stretched into a sick, deranged smile.

"Call the dragons."

Yona grits her teeth.

"They'll come running to you, won't they? Princess Yona, you can't even stand. So you must hurry and all for help."

Taken on their own, the words might sound concerned - if they were coming from anyone else. If they weren't spoken in that sickly obsessive tone of voice, more taunting than anything.

"Tell them to become dragons and come flying to your side, just like before! You must call them. You'll be burned to a crisp."

Around them, the fire rages. The cloaked man pays it no mind, insistently continuing to speak.

"Now, hurry, hurry!! Hurry!!!"
"I will not."

Yona's voice sounds weak, and she can't raise her head. She doesn't have the strength.

"They can't fly to my side like you're saying. And even if they could, I wouldn't call them."
"Why?!"
"Even if I told you... you wouldn't understand."

Her vision is going blurry. It's hard to breathe, hard to see. Her hands are going numb, and...

I'm... losing consciousness...

...then, everything goes black. The memory ends there.

That, uh, that might explain why she arrived here with burns. Only, when they come out of the memory, Yona looks stunned.]

...I don't remember that...

[antaressnipe]

[... And for a moment, Chiron's eyes dart over to Yona's hands like he expects to see burns on them. Yes, even weeks later, he has managed to hold onto that one detail.]

Dragons...?

[In a way, her being a princess is... not nearly as surprising as it could be, given everything she has told him -- but he will get to that in a second, instead glancing at her in vague concern]

w4, saturday

[dawnblushed]

[Okay where's Chiron, because wherever he is, Yona is looking for him! She's got something in her hand? It looks like a stick of dynamite.

Hm.]

Chiron? Can I ask a favor?

[antaressnipe]

[Well he looks far less surprised by that stick than his player would be]

You want me to also discard of this one?