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"If you need anything--. I'm here to help,"
RL Date: 1 November, 2015
Who: C'ris, Silva
Involves: High Reaches Weyr
Type: Log
What: C'ris is a lifesaver.
Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, HRW
When: Day 24, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10)

Mentions: Jocelyn/Mentions




Zaisyreth is totally growing, and it's pretty much in spite of Silva. She's kinda-sorta gotten use to cutting his meat, and so he's not patiently starving right now. Instead he's sitting still as Silva tries to figure out what to do with his claws that are still needle sharp and have produced several tears in his thin hide. Her solution? Tail covers. She's surrounded by failed prototypes, each with a telltail hole in the middle where the talons poked right through. For once, C'ris does not come bearing gifts in the form of food or drink into the training caverns. It is at an hour when many wings are out for drills, except for Frostbite who apparently has today as a rest day. It means that the bluerider is also bundled up in a worn blue sweater, his fluffy hair rather less wind-mussed than usual. He stops at the sight of the weyrling, peering over the scene slowly, trying to piece together what is happening before he finally asks plainly, "What are you, uh, doing? Here?" Poor C'ris. He has no idea does he? "Oh faranth, thank you so much." Silva is just going to draw him into her current crisis. "I'm like, trying to figure out how to get him to stop hurting himself. I mean, like, he doesn't mean to, but like, look." Reaching out she gently runs a finger along his talons. "They're beatuiful so like, I don't want to cut them, but he can't keep getting hurt. Ideas?" A sparkling bright smile pops out. "You're trying to--." C'ris frowns, so at odds with his usual smile, but he's more than willing to be drawn into the crisis even as he draws closer to Silva and her dragon. "If he can't help but hurt himself... I think you need to see a dragonhealer. Leova. They'll probably want to trim them back for now, though, until he grows into him and all of that." His smile reappears then, a soft, reassuring thing that he offers to his fellow bluerider. "But like," Comeon, this will be a fashion disaster C'ris. Silva's expression falls from that bright smile. Sensing the expression shift Zaisyreth turns his head and settles it into Silva's lap. It's all good Silva, all good. Zaisyreth loves her. "what if he doesn't look as cute after?" C'ris inclines his head, a gesture of just how serious he takes her question, even as he settles himself to sit down next to Silva and picks up one of those failed prototypes. He says sincerely, "He will look handsome and well-groomed and very, very cute. And it will only be for a little while. Just until he is more, uhm, aware of his claws?" He fingers thoughtfully at one of the holes in the prototype. There is very serious cuddling that will go on. Somehow Silva didn't get the memo that Zaisyreth isn't actually a fashion accessory made just for her. "He doesn't mean to... It's just an accident. Will... it hurt him? I really don't want him to get hurt." "Our dragonhealers are really good. And if he's hurting himself already--," C'ris starts to explain, frowning slightly as he examines the prototype in his hand. He glances, slight, minute looks, occasionally towards Silva and her blue. But he continues, "His hide is really important. He doesn't need his claws as much for a couple more months, before he starts feeding himself." SIGH. Silva SIGHS. Shoulders raise, fall, and air wooshes out. She rubs her cheek against Zaisyreth's. "I guess... but wait." The tail end of his sentence pops upwards into her brain. "... m...months?" Real alarm settles itself onto her eyes. "But... he's getting so BIG." "Yeah, uh, not until he's over three months old will he start hunting for himself. So he doesn't need his claws until then," is answered slowly, a moment's hesitation to remember the correct times before C'ris nods, sure of himself. "And hopefully by then, you know, he'll be more in control of his claws and body and all that. Less clumsy." "But... but..." DISTRESS writes itself across Silva's features. Someone somewhere probably gave a premier on dragon milestones, but it went in right ear and out the other for Sila. She never actually expected to be sitting here in the first place. "//All// I'll be doing is cutting meat! I've already gotten stains on clothing that I'll never get out!" Plus her poor poor hair that has already been cut. It manages to look cute, and she's putting up with it, but... C'rus. :( "No, uh. No," C'ris rushes to assure her, clearly out of his depth given the discomfort that shows in his features. "He'll be able to eat bigger pieces and all of that soon. It won't be the whole time, just-- And it's not so bad." A pause, before he adds in a light offer, "And I can get some of it cut up for you, if you want. If you get up early before I have drills, there's time--." Silva is almost on the verge of tears when C'rus makes his oh-so-generous offer. It turns on a dime and Zaisyreth has to move really quick because Silva is just going to throw herself onto C'ris for a hug. "Oh my gosh, that would be so amazing, like, Jocelyn already thinks that like, I don't take care of him and I really want to, but like, it's just so much." There is a moment of awkwardness as C'ris is hugged, but then the bluerider folds an arm around Silva to pat her back softly. "I know, I know," he agrees in a murmur. "It's hard, but you'll get the hang of it. And your bond with your dragon-- Every bond isn't the same, you know? Don't worry about what anyone says. Unless it's like, a weyrlingmaster." Silva holds on for a long moment because for the first time someone is actually enabling her. She'll hold onto this moment as long as possible. And the kindness actually calls tears up to her eyes and when she pulls away she reaches up to dash them from her eyes. "It just means so much. Like, so much. Thank you so much." "If you need anything--. I'm here to help," C'ris replies simply, offering a warm smile to Silva even as he puts the prototype back into the pile and moves to push to his feet. "You're sure that like... it won't hurt him? Trimming?" With C'ris pulling away Silva reaches downwards to gather Zaisyreth against her again. He's like the biggest teddy bear anyone could ever want, even if he's almost as big as the young bluerider now. "You... won't tell Jocelyn anything, right?" C'ris shakes his head to both questions, replying, "No, no. The dragonhealers are good, I swear." A pause. "And, uh, I'd never go around talking about anything you tell me. Anything any of you tell me." "Thank you." Kind words maybe for the first time from Silva. "You're really great. I'm so glad you're here to help us." Even Zaisyreth is going to pipe into the conversation. A pale yellow meadow stretches outwards to touch blue Mivength's mind. « She means it. No one has been so kind. » There is no mind that could possibly be more opposite of the kindness that C'ris just showed; it's hard to imagine that Mivength is paired with the bluerider where he answers the young blue with a dry, sarcastic, « Gee, how amazing. Next time, he can bring her pastries, too. » Mivength pulls his mind away from Zaisyreth, unwelcoming of any further conversation. And C'ris immediately flushes, not completely unaware of what just happened between the blues. "You're welcome and-- I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow? Morning?" he questions lightly. No worries, Zaisyreth is the kind of dragon that get along with anyone, no matter how sarcastic. He'll just get a smell that might just be high-enducing, and pull away. "Yes!" Silva scrambles to her feet belatedly realizing that maybe she shouldn't sit while he stands unless she's working. "I'll be here!" "Ok." C'ris flashes a bright smile to the bluerider, sliding his hands into his pocket, before he draws away to search out Quinlys for his own lesson of the day.

Comments

Quinlys (13:58, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

... C'ris. This is not what we talked about. XD XD XD

Yesia (14:31, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

C'ris is seriously the best.

Squishy (14:32, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

Poor C'ris. Poor Poor C'ris. XD

C'ris (14:41, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

What, I am pretty sure that's exactly what we talked about, Quinlys. I was firm and now she's going to get her dragon's claws trimmed! See?

Jocelyn (15:33, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

I am amused that she's apparently more afraid of Jocelyn discovering this conversation than someone who can actually do something about it. XD

Alida (21:28, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...

Hey, Silva! Guess what?! *I'm* an apprentice Dragonhealer, and I think Leova will allow me to trim dragon claws, now. RIght, Leova?! :D