Logs:Boundaries of Friendship
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| RL Date: 7 May, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Ilicaeth, K'zin, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin stops by to deliver Silver Thread notes and is pressed into service. They deepen their friendship and define boundaries. |
| Where: Restful Retreat Weyr (Alida's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'wlin/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions |
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| Restful Retreat Weyr Further inside, smooth walls are heavily washed in a very light shade of cream, with a well-wrought mural upon one of them that depicts a warm beach with black sands, a few tropical plants, and crystal blue oceanic waters. The opposite wall contains older, but well-kept wall hangings that depict various pictoral scenes from the Igen desert, including ocher sands and a cathedral arch. There are various pieces of furniture stained a light color that are organized about the room, from sturdy table and chairs set against a side wall to a workbench set just opposite. A massive, smoky-grey couch sits several feet opposite the wide, well-stocked hearth which has been scrupulously cleaned. A very comfortable-looking, full-sized bed is tucked into a decently-sized sleeping alcove at the very back, and is covered by a heavy quilt of sage green with golden-yellow stitching drawn up over heavy cotton sheets of buff coloration. The pillows upon the bed have covers of the same soft buff, and at the end of the bed are folded a pair of dove-grey blankets - one very thick and woolen, the other thinner, cottony - that can be used in various weather. Upon stony floors lie various large rugs woven in shades of dark green, rich brown, and a throw rug of deep blue, making walking upon the stone less chilling and harsh. All in all, the space is light and airy when lit up by various glow sconces upon the walls, soft rather than harsh-edged...quite unlike its owner. « Incoming! » Rasavyth's tenor is cheerful, if carrying an undercurrent of weariness. That's all the warning Ilicaeth gets before Rasavyth is landing nimbly on the ledge. K'zin looks equally tired, though in good spirits. "Hey, 'caeth," He greets as Rasavyth falls back off the ledge to circle higher into the sky. "She inside?" K'zin asks as he shucks off helmet, goggles, and gloves. He undoes the top two buttons of his flight jacket to pull out a small sheaf of papers. She may have invited him here, but he clearly thinks this is all business. « They're here. » That's about all Ilicaeth says to Alida as he spots his bronze brother and K'zin swooping towards his ledge, the blue's head sticking out of his couch towards the outer entrance to their weyr. A quick chuff and a darkly humored « It's the fall that kills... » are offered to the landing Rasavyth by way of greeting, the blue having picked up on his sibling's weariness. And for K'zin's inquiry about Alida, well, he offers a very rare and gritty baritone, « Bright deduction, captain obvious. » right into the bronzer's mind, the blue then giving a soft snort that sounds like a giant version of his rider's. His large head turns, brightly-blue eyes pointing Waki down the path into the human portion of the weyr, where the blonde awaits her buddy beyond a double set of thick hangings. To Ilicaeth, Rasavyth's returning oozy grit is on the harsh side, perhaps stemming from the weariness. « It was his way of asking if she was decent. Next time, I'll tell him you'd prefer him to barge in whether she was clothed or not. But when your Alida hurts him for it, and I eat her, this whole arrangement will be rent asunder. » Clearly, he's joking, but there's an edge of seriousness to the sentiment: mess with K'zin, mess with Rasavyth. That's just how it goes. K'zin's tucking his helmet (goggles and gloves tucked within) under an arm as he walks, papers in hands down the path, through the hangings, and within the weyr. The veritable dune of stuffed animals that he comes face to face with have his face contorting comically, then there's a little shudder. "How do you sleep with that many dead eyes in the place?" He questions, eyes seeking out the bluerider wherever she might be. It's a good thing Ilicaeth's in good spirits today, since he might just take offense in return and decide to drop K'zin off his ledge. That's what the blue's own darkly humored sands swirl back casually to Rasavyth, a rough chortle of dust skating by him. « If he can't take a little humor... » Might as well give it up. (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth) When K'zin enters... "He's just givin' you some shit..." You understand, right? is left unspoken by Alida, the blonde stepping towards him from the far wall, where a pair of hangings are slumped upon the floor. She offers Waki a thin smirk-smile before waving him towards the table, pair of chairs set up by it. A look over to the large pile of stuffy-things presages her glance back up to Waki, and a small shrug. "Just things...toys. Toys that I'm tryin' ta' figure out what the fuck I'm supposed ta' do with." Beat. "Want klah, tea, wine?" She has all of them, the former pair heated over her hearth, the latter in a skin upon the table. "Ras is on edge." You understand, right? The bronzerider's words are returned in the same tone that the blue's lifemate offered to him. Simple explanation without really explaining. "Take them down to the stores? I'm sure some littles would like them, even if they creep me the fuck out." He skirts the pile, giving it a wide berth, the wary glance toward it suggesting he thinks it might reach out and drag him into its plush, suffocating depths and burp afterward. Arriving at the table, he offers down the sheaf of papers, "Notes from the last two nights. Ras can fill Ilicaeth in whenever you want him to." His eyes fall to the skin and then drift to the hearth, "Am I staying long?" He sounds vaguely surprised, as though he wasn't thinking this was anything but a stop-and-go visit. "Everything alright, 'lida?" "Thanks..." the guard clips off for those notes deposited on her table, then shrugging to her guest. "Only as long as both uv' us want. I could use yer help getting those damned hangings up on the wall over there..." Cue a point to the wall opposite the one where that hand-painted mural will hopefully appear one day soon. "They spice it up a bit...'n buffer echoes." Nod. "T'morrow morning's fine fer 'caeth. They'll both be awake." Another shrug is offered to the bronzer's inquiry, the woman clipping off a brisk, "The usual." Pause. "Just bein' hospitable." Offering a drink. "They're all odd. Why can't littles just have Pet Rocks like normal kids?" Because that's normal. K'zin complains, eying the plushies again, still with distaste. "I'm sure to have nightmares tonight." He comments, screwing up his face, though from the exaggeration of it, he's likely kidding. His eyes flick to the hanging and he sets his helmet onto a chair, unbuttoning his riding jacket the rest of the way. "Sure." He shrugs out of the jacket and sets it over the back of the same chair before moving toward the wall hangings indicated. His movements are a little sluggish, but he's willing to help anyway. He takes her at her word for things being in their usual state. She wouldn't let on about personal weakness to anyone... not at this point, anyway. "I saw there's some thin little spikes driven inta' the stone there...but I can't quite reach'em on the chair." Alida's not short at all, but Waki's got inches on her, for certain. Those weird animals again get her attention, and for the sake of passing a little companionable time - the woman finding it a bit odd being on her own, for the first time - she notes aloud, "A few uv' 'em for the kiddies...the rest... Threadfall practice targets? You got any ideas?" From out in his couch, Ilicaeth yawningly volunteers his own flippant, « Leave 'em on yer enemies' ledges. Scare the crap outta' everyone. Fun for the whole family. » to his rider. Rumble. Instantly, her head turns to look down the short passage, a strange light coming to tired greens, a broad grin flashing white, even teeth for a moment. "Shit, just make a bonfire at the lakeshore and burn them." That's what K'zin would like for them as he climbs up on the chair to test his height. He's got just enough more than Alida to barely reach with a little stretching. "Or, I guess, if you didn't want to be wasteful, you could use them to stuff Ilicaeth's couch cushions." This, at least, is more practical. He steps down off the chair to gather up an end of the hanging. "Save them for when you have more babies than you know what to do with," comes the bronzer's next suggestion, tone wholly joking. "They seem like your style if you were to give a kid some. The type that'd make them not afraid of the monsters in the night." He means it as a compliment whether or not it comes out like one. "Mm... that's a thought," Alida murmurs, though which of Waki's suggestions she finds more interesting isn't specified, especially since she's getting another idea from her blue. The babies comment, however, does earn the bronzer a soft snork of humor, and a clipped, "Ever seen a jack-in-the-box? Kinda expensive kids toy, but I had one when I was a bratling. Works on springs, gears, with a crank on the outside uv' the box. Plays a little tune on some music box built in the bottom." It's one of her earliest memories. "When the tune reaches its end as yer' crankin', the latch atop the box triggers, 'n out uv' the box springs a toy uv' some sort. Surprise! Scared the shit outta' me." Now that would be a toy to give to a kid. "Ugh. I hate those things too." Are there any traditional children's toys that K'zin does like? "We had to practice making some of them - the bases anyway, before we were allowed to try to assemble flamethrowers. You'd be surprised how many of those gears and springs are interchangeable." The former smith informs the guardswoman. He laughs though, "Can't imagine you scared, 'lida. Especially not of a toy. But I guess there must be some things that scare you, too." He manages to hook one edge of the hanging into the spike and he's climbing down to move the chair to the other side of where the hanging will sit. "If you tell me one thing that scares you, I'll tell you one thing that scares me. That really scares you, that really scares me. Not just creeps me out like those things." He offers to the blonde, as invitation to deepen their friendship, if she's inclined. "Shoulda' know that a Smith'd know those things..." Alida notes around a small smile, then moving over to the big pile of stuffies to toe at the things. "Kid's 'r easily scared...'r so my ma' said, apparently." Shrug. Green eyes peer up and over at K'zin, and for some long moments, the blonde ponders if she should even bother answering him. Self-protection runs keen in her. Finally, it comes, though grudgingly, from her tone. "Dyin' like a dog." He gets the other end of the hanging onto its spike before turning toward her, "Alone? Or rough?" There are different ways that fear can be taken from the few words she offers. K'zin loops another couple spikes with hanging fabric. Then it's his turn. Climbing down to shift the chair over a foot or so. And it's his turn, his shoulders tense as he finds the words, "Never speaking with my father again." Sigh. "Alone." Again, it's grudging, the look of restrained intensity on Alida's face possibly hinting as to her depth of feeling. With K'zin's confession comes a shuffling of one boot toe into the pile of toys, the bluie's eyes turning down to stare at them, instead of Waki. For some long moments, there's nothing to hear in the weyr but the sound of the autumn wind outside, and Ilicaeth's occasional shift upon his couch. "Maybe, some day when yer'...accomplished, you c'n go back there 'n talk with 'im." "I imagine Ilicaeth helps with that fear, some. Long as you have him, you won't ever die alone." Not that dying is the kind of thing that one can be all twinkles and rainbows about even under the best circumstances. At least he's trying to soothe the fear. "It's not about accomplishment," K'zin relates after a few more hooks, "I can count the words Dad has spoken to me since I was twelve on my hands and feet. Most of those aren't even said, just written." The last comes bitterly to his lips. "And most of them were threats of not speaking to me anymore. I just-- He's got five other sons, he doesn't need me. But I only have one Dad." "Some..." is noted quietly, Alida unwilling to talk more about it at this point. It's easier to address Waki's 'difficulty,' the palest-blonde finally looking up to her clutchmate to see his bitterness. For a moment, it seems as if she's about to answer him, but then the woman cuts herself off, shakes her head once. After a few moments... "Y'do whatcha' have ta', Waki. Yer right." Another, softer sigh lifts her chest briefly. "Y'only have one father... Y'might only have one chance." Greens try to seek out browns, even if the young man's currently turned away from her to adjust the wall hanging. "Take the chance. I...didn't...didn't get one." It's easiest for him to be busy with the hanging. K'zin works his way along, keeping his back to the guardswoman, though he certainly hears her words. "I might try, when we can between." He's not committed to the action, but entertaining it. "Things have never been great between me and him. Were you close with yours?" He asks this softly, not unaware of the implications of her admission of chance. "Yeah..." is all Alida murmurs to K'zin's words of needing to wait, her eyes returning to the pile of stuffy toys, her boot toe prodding one of the more freaky things in it as she listens, digests what her pal has to say. More time passes, long seconds that give the woman time to delve into her own past. At first, "Yeah..." escapes her lips, though it's soon enough added to with a low, "No." One hand lifts as her boot resettles to the ground, rubs fingers over the tension collecting upon her brow. "It's...complicated." Understatement. Again, it's an offer of an exchange. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." It's an option, not a demand. K'zin won't have a choice but to look at her, even, because he finishes hanging up the hanging. "Look alright?" He asks, stepping off the chair and moving back to regard it. He glances around for the second hanging, moving the chair toward it. "Where do the hooks start for this one?" He questions, leaning back to look up at the ceiling, hands coming to rest on the back of his hips for support. She feels exposed as it is, vulnerable, and this is not a pleasant sensation for the prickly guard. A low, grunted, "No..." is followed by a slightly tense, "Yeah, s'alright," the quiet blonde then lifting her arm and pointing to an area about 8 feet to the right of the first set of spikes. For a moment, she founders in the strange feeling of an unquiet silence, finally breaking it with, "Apparently yer'...problem..." with his own father "...didn' affect yer ability ta' share." A lip twist will have to suffice, instead of one of her more typical smirks. The change of posture comes slowly. He straightens, inch by inch, something in her words having caused him to tense. K'zin's expression before was uneasy, but now it's dark. "Do you think talking about this stuff is easy for me?" Instead of moving to deal with the next hanging, he's moving toward the table where he left his jacket. "You know, some of us have had shit in our lives too." Now he sounds angry, perhaps rising to it because he's tired, or maybe she just hit the wrong button. She didn't expect that particular reaction, and Alida's relative youth might show with the surprise on her features and a faint blush upon her neck. From Ilicaeth's couch comes a soft rumble, which switches what would have come from the woman's mouth into an only slightly irritated, clipped, "T'be honest, I did," Pause. "Well, maybe not easy." But not extraordinarily difficult, like it is for her. When he moves towards the table instead of the next hanging, the bluerider almost spouts off her mouth again, but is rescued by the little lesson she might've just learned, her lips pressing thin for a moment before she mutters, "Sorry." Well now, that's the first apology he's ever got from her. « Cut 'im some slack this time, 'lida. » A small puff of gritty, golden dust, then nothing more. (Ilicaeth to Alida) K'zin hesitates at the table, faced away from the bluerider. A hand goes to its top and traces the grain of the wood as he calms himself. The tension in his shoulders starts to ease. Clearly, Rasavyth isn't the only one on edge; there's a whole slew of new pressures on K'zin now and it's an uphill battle to 'not fuck it up'. "It's not easy." He says simply. "It's hard, actually. It's really hard." He turns now to face her, expression somber. "I know I trust a lot more easily than you, but there's stuff that I don't like talking about. Stuff I don't tell people. Stuff I don't even usually talk to N'ky about. Everybody's got that kind of stuff. Making an assumption that it's easy for anyone to just give that information away--" He trails off, shaking his head, not sure how to finish what he began. It's good when others can keep their basic wits about them, as it doesn't fan her own temper. And when K'zin gives her truth for truth, Alida's restrained hint of aggravation slides off yet more notches, her greens finally turning away from the bronzer's brown gaze, finding the pile of freakish stuffies again for a long moment. "Okay.... Yeah," is murmured out gruffly, a good sized concession, especially given who it comes from. Finally she can meet his eyes again, and when that happens, impulse drives the blonde to stride over to her guest, and seek to clasp his forearm in her somewhat bruised hand, give it a sound, but not hard squeeze. He might remember the last time she did this...in the bathing pools, where they sealed their alliance. "I know how hard it's gotta be. The extra duties." It's firm, even understanding. "I can't claim ta' be able ta' do this all the time... But if ya' need an ear, someone ta' bounce shit off uv'..." When he gets too stressed. His hand and arm are taken up by the guardswoman and he instinctively grasps, blinking down at the touching limbs. He can't help but then blink some more as he takes in the bruising running -- everywhere?! Or certainly, enough to be disturbing. K'zin continues to blink, expression slowly changing as she finishes her offer. "I appreciate that," He manages and then she's trapped in his gentle but insistent grasp as he turns the grip so her arm is on top and then the fingers of his opposite hand trail lightly across the bruising. He knows her to be a woman of action, but this strikes him as wrong. If she'd gotten in a fight with someone, surely there'd be more visible signs and he looks up to examine her face and other visible skin. "You know that you can come to me, too," He offers softly, those fingertips lingering and stroking with a strange sort of tenderness. "Been using the balm on this?" "I knew you would..." the blonde clips off in casual, slightly smirky fashion, her sourness mostly banished by the pleasure of the moment they share...until Waki's shifting his grasp along her arm, and noting the bruising that she'd almost forgotten about for a moment. Too late, now. As the bronzer examines her hand, her now-guarded (and unmarked) features, Alida remains silent, her expression turning towards something akin to befuddlement at that strange gesture of tenderness to her damaged mitt. A faint bob of head is offered to the exchange of potential ears rendered, and finally the woman smoothly, easily, and firmly withdraws her hand from him. "Yeah." Beat. "Works nice...like ya' said." K'zin releases Alida's one hand, and reaches for the other, taking it up just as gently, but just as insistently to examine its similar damage. Again his fingers trace and then stroke softly the damage. Perhaps, if Alida never understood it before, she might understand why some other females find the former smith to be a desirable companion. He's a bizarre sort of mix of manly man with tender and understanding. He doesn't ask for explanations as he lets her hand go and simply brings his brown gaze to fix upon her green ones. He stands, silent, looking at her. Her features grow more and more puzzled - and cautious - when Waki takes up her other, similarly bruised hand and pets it the same way, Alida flicking her gaze between her southpaw and his eyes. What finally emerges from her mouth is like a slightly strangled-off, almost version of her usual tones. "Is this where ya' try ta get in my pants?" And suddenly she's finally hearing herself, and seeing the situation, and the guard turns a fine shade of bright pink intense enough to power a lightbulb, her form going stiff as she almost yanks her hand from K'zin's grasp. Nopenopenope...not looking anywhere near or at him, uh-uh. "Thanks fer the notes. Can't wait fer C'wlin ta' get offa' his fuckin' high horse. Best now that N'ky's in Cirrus." It's all a mile a minute, her hard accent and quick way of speaking becoming even moreso, perhaps making the blonde difficult to understand, even as she paces off like a bolt of lightning to the single hanging yet to be hung up, and steps up on the chair. The sudden question has K'zin stepping back, bumping into the table, and half ending up sitting on its edge as his face shows surprise. Her yank didn't need to be strong, he was backing off too. "What? Faranth. No, 'lida. This is not the part where I try to get in your sharding pants. That was the part where I shut up and let you talk and tell me if you wanted to what happened. Or not." His cheeks are touched with a blush, though some small part of him is surely marveling that the guardswoman can blush. "Faranth's fifth finger, Alida. Here, let's have it out then." He pushes up off the table and his feet bring him swiftly to her side, hands coming to rest on either shoulder so she's forced (lest she'd like to do him violence) to at least face him, if not look at him. "I'm not trying to get in your pants, Alida. Not that you're not an attractive woman, because you are." Hadn't he once complimented her hair or something, the first time they spoke? "I'm not trying to because you're my friend, my ally. As you said, it's not like that between us. You don't have to worry about that from me." It's a rarity indeed, and not only to see the stern woman blushing, but actually in a fluster, as well. She only partially hears him now, Alida continuing on with her NewYork minute delivery... "Wonder if they're gonna' deny me even bein' a 'second, since I fuckin' scare the crap outta half the other 'lings 'n maybe even the staff." A rough and uneven bark of nervous laughter emerges between her trying to stand up on the chair and Waki confronting her, a heavy swallow seen to contort her throat when she finally starts realizing that the bronzer is speaking to her about not wanting to get in her pants. His touch of her shoulders to turn her around almost earns him a quick elbow to the gut, but leftover shock from their previous 'conversation' dulls even her defensive sense, makes of that move a jerky and aborted thing. Her upset is nigh-comical as wide greens stare nervously into browns, her hands flapping rather uselessly at her sides, by now...until Ilicaeth croons like a pure, cool drink of water in the desert. Instantly the guard stiffens even more - her eyes going distant - and then finally, slowly starts relaxing, her breaths easing as well as the seconds go by. Finally she doesn't look quite like a rabid doe in the headlights, and after a few more moments, the woman simply nods a few times in response...her skin still flushed a faint pink at cheeks. « Hold. » It's tired, but still alert and firm enough to catch his rider unsuspecting, imposing order on chaos. There's some faint irritation in those gold/ochre sands, but much more judicious protection and simple acceptance as Ilicaeth slowly slips his granite from around Alida's mind. « He's not the type. » There's no room for uncertainty, right now. « Relax. I'm watchin', too. » A skitter of sands, some swirls of gritty dust, and the blue finally withdraws...to the periphery of his rider's mind. (Ilicaeth to Alida) K'zin talks over her. Talks to her. Talks until she listens, repeating echoes of the same sentiments until he's sure she got the point when she quiets and has calmed a little. He certainly appreciates the aborted violence. His fingers squeeze lightly on her shoulders before dropping away. "I only looked at your hands because I care. Like a friend should. I didn't want to ask you or make you tell me. Couldn't if I wanted to, 'course," He acknowledges readily, "Just wanted to give you the opportunity to tell me, if you wanted to. As long as you're ok, that's what matters in all this." This crazy mixed up misunderstand that they've now had. His expression is earnest and his eyes don't move from her greens as he speaks. As order is inserted to break up and drive away chaos, Alida slowly relaxes yet more, finally nodding a little daftly at Waki as she takes a deep breath through nose, and lets it out via her mouth. He can see the phases of the blonde getting herself back together, until she looks back into his eyes with a veil of embarrassed, yet firm self-mastery touching her features. "I'm okay..." is noted in a voice that sounds much more like her typical self, the woman then clipping off glibly, "If you tell anyone about this... I'll be showin' up on yer ledge ta' break one uv yer digits." There's both dark humor and utter seriousness in her voice. "Telling anyone about this would make me a pretty terrible friend. Not being a terrible friend is pretty high on my list of things to do right now." Especially after Sabs and N'ky and all the other things that've gone wrong these last two months. K'zin's expression looks vaguely amused, "But breaking digits would make you a pretty terrible one as well. So you just think about that." As if it's a threat. Then he's stifling a yawn. "I'll have to help you with this other hanging another time, alright? If I don't go now, you might have to spend the night with me, and then where would we be." Clearly, he's trying to lighten the mood with a little humor though the yawn is genuine. The bronzer turns and moves to collect his jacket. "Yep..." is noted glibly to the first of Waki's observations, Alida then taking another deep breath and releasing it before she notes, "In your mind it would." About breaking his digits. And then his almost-yawn hits him, and banishes most of any remaining tension between them, the bluie snerting to her pal's last comment, and noting, "No big hurry with it" of the second hanging. A quick look all around - and especially at the stuffy toys - gets most of her marbles sorted back into place, allows 'lida to clip, "If y'haven't whitewashed off that tripe in yer' place by the next time I visit ta' go over these leadership notes, I'm doin' it." Grin. "Thanks fer...all the stuff." "No, nope. I know you're pretty new to this friendship thing, but you might take note that any bodily breaking qualifies you as a terrible friend. It's a universal truth." K'zin informs Alida in a tone that is playfully lofty and no-nonsense. He slips his jacket on and then he's picking up his helmet. "Actually, have to hold off on that 'lida. You'll have to suffer a little while longer. Promised N'ky I'd let him see it before I got rid of it." He grins a little, "Thing're on the mend." He adds. So there's that bright spot. "And he might be on board with all this, might want to be co-Weyrsecond with you if things ever get that far along." His grin now is a little impish, reminiscent of a younger Waki. "Remind me uv' that universal truth when I'm bustin' yer bits..." she ripostes almost blithely, Alida then actually chortling a bit. Wait-whut? "You talked ta' N'ky about it?" The deal they struck, their plans. There's a world of concern and caution radiating from the guard as she murmurs, "Dunno if that's...a good thing 'r not." A filing of lower teeth to upper lip presages her suddenly crisp, "We'll talk about it later. Sleep...just like I will." A snert at the 'younger Waki's' grin is chased by the bluie's, 'G'night, Waki." "Oh, I will. And everyday after while you're making up your terrible friend-ness to me. Take it from me, as one who's done a whole lot of making up for being a terrible friend, it is not a road you want to have to walk. It sucks." So there's that pearl of wisdom for her. K'zin pulls gloves and goggles from helmet as he talks, putting the latter on his head and buckling it up. He strolls for the ledge as he talks, too, donning gloves and goggles until there's only enough time to call over his shoulder, "Night, 'lida!" And Ras is arriving on the ledge to cart him away. |
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Comments on "Logs:Boundaries of Friendship"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 09 May 2013 19:44:04 GMT.
It's kind of trippy to think that these two were once kicked out of the hatching galleries for 'fighting'. It seems like K'zin has the right temperament to not only want to be Alida's friend, but also succeed. And with every log, it seems like Alida is slowly but surely learning to trust him. Like. A tiny bit. *grins*
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