Logs:The Needs of Babes
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| RL Date: 8 March, 2016 |
| Who: Catling, Kh'tyr |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kh'tyr takes a moment to speak with Weyrling Catling about how she's adjusting to weyrlinghood. |
| Where: Weyrling Sunroom, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 3, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
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>---< Weyrling Sunroom, Fort Weyr >------------------------------------------< Lying beyond the screen is another, smaller room that has been built jutting out into the Bowl, its walls constructed from sheets of thick, plain glass. Ventilation has been built into the roof, though there is also a single door that allows passage through and out into the Bowl. It's a simple space, bright and airy, with only a handful of soft, bright upholstered chairs and thick rugs to sit on. Smaller seminars may be held here, or young dragons can spend time soaking up the sun when their riders are in lessons or studying in the classroom. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Catling F 15 4'10" waiflike, copper hair, green eyes 3m Kh'tyr M 34 5'9 solid, dk. brown hair, dk. brown eyes 0s It's a nice night, relatively speaking, though the temperature is certainly more pleasant here where the sky can be seen through the glass panes of the sunroom than if one were actually outdoors in the chilly night. Kh'tyr is rather unobtrusive in his presence here, for once (one might have noticed that subtlety is rarely his strong suit), but now he sits in one of the upholstered chairs, his head leaning against its tall back. One might think him asleep, but his eyes are open, if half-lidded as he stares at nothing and his fingers twitch some small rhythm against the arm. Riyoth is sprawled in a comfortable nook, well-oiled and well-fed, his stomach comfortably rounded. Catling had been reading in a chair, but now she is nestled beside the dragon, with his one wing draped over her and his head across her lap. She was reading, earlier, but now she just sits there, her fingers running over the hide, and she murmurs softly now and again, reciting from memory the names of the dragon's anatomy. She glances over at Kh'tyr, making sure she's not disturbing him. There's sudden action from the brownrider. A sharp nod, a little growl and then rising from the chair to pace the room. His first turn takes him quite near Riyoth and Catling's nook and he stops, as if perhaps he didn't see the pair there before (and really, with Kh'tyr, he may not have). "Weyrling Catling," he addresses her, perhaps for the first time since the night of the hatching, given how preoccupied he's been with the older weyrlings. He narrows his eyes as he squints down at her, as if she might be in trouble, but then all he asks is, "Settling in well?" "Aye sir?" answers Catling. She straightens, unable to actually get up. She looks at Riyoth, then nods her head. "It's been an.... incredible month, sir. But Riyoth's been.... more than wonderful. He's... very patient. Very...." She strokes his eye-ridge, then shrugs. "He likes to learn." She shakes back her hair. "I don't want to wake him, but I don't want to break curfew...." "I'm sure the overnighter will understand," Kh'tyr doesn't bother to say. "I'll have Mograith pass the message that you're here. Early on, we seldom worry much. Baby dragons, much like real babies, have their own way about them and need different things that the rules don't always anticipate." For a moment, the brownrider actually sounds... tender. He's not looking at Catling, though, but rather Riyoth. "The care will never be easy, but it will get easier." He flicks his dark gaze back to the weyrling. "Any concerns I should address?" "He is very... self-contained. I mean.... he hardly ever complains about being itchy or hungry and just trusts that I will take care of his needs before they get to be a problem. And... I mean, they haven't been, except sometimes if I'm sleeping very soundly he just won't...." She shrugs. So I want to learn how to sense his needs better even when I'm deeply asleep. Or convince him it's really all right to wake me up if he has needs." Catling leans her cheek against the dragon's hide. "Though if he had his way I think I wouldn't have a bed, but just a nest of soft blankets beside him." She laughs gently. "Every one of them is different," Kh'tyr answers the weyrling, though without any sense that he didn't listen. This might really be the gentlest any weyrling has seen the assistant. "He'll learn after one case of cracking hide or over-eating." The brownrider's tone turns briefly wry. "I can't say I ever had that problem, personally. Mograith is not a selfless dragon. His needs above all else, or else," that last is made to sound ominous threat. "It's a partnership, though. You're doing your part by sleeping when you can, he must learn to do his part by waking you when he has needs." This is recommended as a way to pitch it to the brown. "It's alright to sleep with him, if that's what you want, but only if that's what you want. Your needs and wants are important here too." He's firm about that. "I will make sure to let him know that. I think he will feel better knowing that he is helping us both by waking me up." Catling gently nudges Riyoth's head a little. "Did you feel.... different.... after you Impressed Mograith? I mean.... I suppose every bond, every pair, every experience must be different.... but...." She closes her eyes to think a moment. "Sorry. I got so used to talking very little for so long, my brain thinks faster than I can find the right words. He.... completes me. Even though I never realized there was a part missing." Then she shifts to lean against the dragon. "Sometimes it's very nice to sleep with him. Comforting when the day's been more overwhelming than not. I think he drives his siblings crazy." "He is. You don't want to deal with his cracked hide or over-eating either. You're the one mopping up the vomit." What a cheery thought! Kh'tyr's quite matter of fact about it. He considers her a moment before he says, "Mograith is an asshole." He's said it before. "I doubt what I experienced is what you are experiencing now. We are each other's ball and chain, tethering us to what life there is for us." Bitter much? "I'm glad you're having a different experience, Weyrling." He's a little more stiff now, but still sincere. "I have an older, stupider weyrling to deal with in the Fountain. If you'll excuse me." And then he's off, striding purposefully in that direction. |
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