Logs:I Go Crazy
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| RL Date: 9 March, 2016 |
| Who: Br'and, Kahvaroeth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Well over a month after the Hatching, Br'and's is *still* having difficulty adjusting. Kahvaroeth...not so much. |
| Where: Various places within Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 3, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cloudy, cool. |
| Mentions: Kh'tyr/Mentions |
| For what seemed like the billionth time in not more than a month, « Br'and; how big are your hands?! » Kahvaroeth's smooth, deep tenor called out silently, carrying with it not only the brown's aire of easy command, but also a wave of abominable itching. So, of course, now *Br'and* was itching all over just as bad, too. Hurrying like the devil was on his tail to get to the Weyrling cavern from his aborted attempt to finish his lunch in the living cavern, the tired and still vaguely bewildered tall teen voicelessly groaned to himself about his bad luck at Impressing ANY dragon, and at the stupid urge to look good in his mother's eyes (which, of course, was the reason behind him lingering on those hot Sands at *all*). The woman and her weyrmate had managed to 'corner' Br'and as he was trying to get something to eat, post-Hatching, and their bright grins and hearty, loving congratulations had only sent him into a further spiral of consternation. He was CAUGHT, he was ROPED, he was BRANDED...more surely than any woman ever could have done so. And the super lousy thing (aside from losing his freedom) was that Kahvaroeth was pretty much a good 'guy'...who had chosen a lackadaisical wanderer and ne'er-do-well as a sidekick. Kahvaroeth's fault, of course...but whenever Br'and managed to actually scuff his brown's feelings, the human half always felt like a total asshole...because the brown always forgave him. Oh, there was work in it afterwards, for the teen - mental exercises or gymnastics of a sort meant to 'work on' the flawed Br'and, to improve him - but, really, life with Kahvaroeth's basic personality was at least better than what Kh'tyr apparently had with his Mograith. « It's funny; I thought with me being your wings and all that, you'd just wait for me. » Until those times Kahvaroeth WASN'T as kind. On a tear, he could be downright arrogant at times, blase, and full of veiled sarcasm and stinging wit, which made Br'and want to punch, snarl at, or walk away from the runty little bastard (who so was *not* a literal bastard). After a mentally rejuvenating and quick, impromptu swirl of a fun dance (okay, and a smidgen of a kiss) Br'and had had with one of the lower caverns women a couple of days ago (between jogging to get dinner and walking back to the weyrling barracks to tend to the brown lump), the teen had found his waking lifemate offering him a scintilla of his rebuking, dry wit « Well...you look great, you smell great. But I could fire you if that would take the edge off? » Because, this particular time, Kahvaroeth had wanted Br'and *there*, by his side, when he awoke...and was irked at the lack. A mental war of wills had taken place over it...with Br'and the one finally turning his back and 'walking' away. He'd always 'blink' first...and usually, he didn't care. Except Kahvaroeth somehow *made* him want to care, sometimes. Damnit! It'd taken him weeks, but - from pure NEED - Br'and had finally been able to carve a small parcel of space out for himself within his own mind...a bit of privacy, one might call it. But sometimes Kahvaroeth still managed to 'read' his human, anyway, through that fuzzy and obscuring miasma of mental 'fog.' Those occasional bits of the brown's personality that made him snark and jab his wit didn't much care about that foggy wall...but the rest of him certainly *did* care. The larger parts of him that called Br'and his partner in 'crime' and his bestest buddy ever: thicker than blood or friendship, and loyal to the END forever and EVER. Having *anyone* that close to him - inextricably tied to his very soul - still freaked Br'and the fuck OUT. Add to it someone who depended on Br'and for his very life, and who didn't just walk away, or rebuke angrily, or give up - someone who openly and honestly CARED - and the teen was backpedaling three-quarters of the time in how to deal with his new partner. « Pairs have to TRUST each other, Br'and. » came the tired echo of the not-quite-so-runty brown's firm-enough thought - a few hours later - as his rider tried to fall asleep on his cot, now that the lights were all out, and everybody was exhausted, as usual. The warmth, concern, caring, and bone-deep CERTAINTY of Kahvaroeth's own belief in his flawed 'sidekick' flooded his human, scalp to toes. And for once, it didn't make him want to cower or flee in fear. It almost felt like coming home. |
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