22 Tria (Summer) 81380 It was bright. It was hot. Kal was bored. Kal dangled his legs in the water. It felt as if someone was holding a giant magnifying glass over him as he sat on the dock trying to forget the day. He looked down the pier at his pseudo-family. Were they actually having a good time? His father was trying to impress some rich-looking new friends of his with his trophy girlfriend and fancy boat while his brother was holding a fishing pole staring intently into the water. The girls were splashing around and giggling like idiots in the water as their mother watched with some disinterest. Some vacation this had turned out to be. Kal stood up and walked to the shore, there had to be something to do here other than fish or get caught in one of the tourist traps. <span style='color:blue'> "Sigh..." </span> Two young pendragons were standing on the shore trying to skip small rocks across the surface of the water. Kal hadn't tried that in years. Maybe it could be fun; or at least pass the time. As Kal got near the two little ones scampered off dropping all the rocks they were holding. <span style='color:blue'> “Oh come on! I'm not that scary am I?" </span> Kal hadn't thought that the dark green shirt, leather collar, and tan shorts he was wearing were that bad. If he wanted to scare little kids he would have worn his all black outfit and put in his fake pointy teeth. Kal picked up the ricks the children had been playing with. He wound up and threw one as hard as he could. One, two, three skips. He could do better then that, Kal threw another rock. One, two, three, four, five, six skips. Better, but still not that good. Kal threw one more. One, two skips. Lame. Kal tossed the rest into the water and laid down in the dirt. Maybe something interesting would happen to him someday, but it sure wasn't today.
He knew these piers so well he could navigate them blind. Literally. Not that the navigation was easy, mind you, it was slow and tortuous. But the warm sun on his face, the calm swish and swoosh of the waves, the distant din of playing niotis, the chattering of adults: All of these more than compensated for the inconvenience. "It beats being treated like a senile Kiom, that's for sure!" he mumbled softly to himself. A smile so wide it all but reached the bottom edge of the bandages around his eyes suddenly played on his lips. He recalled the series of events that led him to this point in time, and suddenly burst out laughing. After his laser surgery the day before, the hellish nurse (authoritarion, dictatorial, ill-humoured) had told him that he would not be able to see for a week (seven whole days, wasted!) and that, worse still, he would have to stay in her "care" for four of those seven interminable days. Four days! He would connive that night, and plot, and then connive some more. By dawn, he had it all planned. It worked like a charm. Now he had his freedom, but for how long he could not tell. They would find him, eventually. They would find him... But perhaps not so soon if he made sure he did not fit the description of the 'dragon they were searching for. They would be looking for a single stumbling youth. So Vyja made sure to walk confidently (albeit slowly) towards the sound of pebbles making contact with water, certain that someone must be throwing them. One, two, three skips. Nothing to see but so much to do... One, two, three, four, five, six skips. Niiice. One, two skips. Vyja was close, he was sure of it. "Hello...?" he called out tentatively, "Whomever you are... Could you pretend you know me?"
Kal almost wanted to ignore the voice that pierced into his thoughts at that moment. But his eyes seemed to open on their own. For a moment he thought it might be his brother trying to get him to fish; Kal was a little happy when he saw it wasn't him, but a lightly colored stranger with bandages over the top of his head. <span style='color:blue'>"Ughhhh, what does this guy want?"</span> Kal thought to himself. Kal, sitting up now, brushed the dirt off his arms and looked up at the stranger. He knew his conscience wouldn't let him ignore this guy if he was blind. As much as he didn't want to he knew he had to respond. <span style='color:blue'> “Ummm... Why?" </span>
"Egads, the lad must surely believe me to be a beggar of sorts!", Vyja realised, "Or better still," he added mentally as he ran his paws down the sleeve of his hospital gown, "An escapee of the loony bin up in Chafuo!" "No, no, no," he whimpered aloud, his ego clearly wounded,"I am not here for money, nor am i crazy! I'm just... I just..." Vyja drew closer to the source of the voice, and smirked conspiratorily. "I'm a wanted man." he whispered with pride.
Kal smirked as his head filled with ways he could exploit this situation. What was a blind pendragon going to do to stop him if he wanted to have some fun? This day had just gotten quite a bit more interesting. Maybe this guy was worth a reward? Maybe he was some infamous killer who was wanted all over the planet? Or maybe he was just some jerk who was pretending to be blind so he could manipulate others. Kal suppressed his somewhat amusing thoughts. <span style='color:blue'> “Wanted? What did you do? Wander away from your nurse?" </span> He felt a small pang of guilt with that comment. What if this guy really needed his help? <span style='color:blue'> “What do you want me to do?" </span> Kal quickly added.
A white 'dragon approached them chuckling. His shirt was excessively baggy and covered up almost as much as it could, though the color was almost the same as his fur. He seemed to have an almost peaceful look about him as his arm were crossed over his chest. Kojeyot looked at the two, and shifted his back around a bit. His wings were feeling incomfortable. <span style='color:purple'>"Perhaps the man has ransacked a hospital and accidentally ran off with their bandages."</span> he replied with a slight chuckle. He turned to Kal. <span style='color:purple'>"My apologies, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and it rather sparked my interest."</span> he said truth fully. Extending a paw to kal he smiled at him, his eyes traveling over Kal's body, looking him over. <span style='color:purple'>"My name is Kojeyot Umdaltyol"</span> He said but quickly held up one finger and swiftly removed the shirt, stretching his wings before folding them back against his back. They were almost twice the size of his body and the same color as well.
Kal was a bit surprised with the newcomer, usually he could hear someone approach. <span style='color:blue'> “Oh, hi, I'm Kal. ...What large wins you have there sir."</span> Kal was a bit intimidated by the size of his wings; as he was a bit embarrassed about his own. Kal turned back to the bandaged stranger. <span style='color:blue'> “Why are you wanted? Is someone after you?"</span>
