Logs:Rescuing Beasts
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| RL Date: 2 November, 2015 |
| Who: C'ris |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: C'ris is a hero. |
| Where: Feeding Pens, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 3, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Silva/Mentions, Risca/Mentions |
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| The sky is gray and dim when C'ris rises, up before most others in the Weyr. The first order of the day is to stop by the kitchen, popping in to say hello to his mother and help her roll out the day's bread. By the time he leaves, he has a basket of warm pastries and a jug of klah, and the barest tinge of color to the sky. These things are deposited in the weyrlings' cavern, left for those rising early to find. But he doesn't leave, not yet. Next, he cuts up the meat for Silva and her Zaisyreth. It doesn't take long; he had his own practice as a weyrling and again with the last class. Once Zaisyreth is full, then he goes to see to his own dragon. Mivength does not need him to feed him or to watch him eat. In fact, usually the blue would prefer not dealing with his rider. But by now the sun is already rising in earnest, and timing dictates that C'ris needs to be waiting at the pen with straps if they're going to make it to drills on time. Here, the snow has been churned into mud by herdbeasts, half-frozen from night's chill still. As he scans the pens, looking for the chosen victim of his dragon, it is then that he notices the commotion. A group of herdbeasts have moved around something in the mud, milling there. "Stop. STOP," is yelled and thought directly at his dragon as C'ris flings himself into the pen without stopping to think. A baby beast is likely, given the distress of the bovines, but as he wades through mud and herdbeasts, pushing them apart--. It is large, warm brown eyes that meet his. A canine pup is trapped in the half-frozen mud, yowling his distress. Mivength roars in annoyance, pulling back his swoop on his prey so that he does not injury his rider in the process. And without thinking, C'ris drops to his knees to begin digging the pup out of the mud. « We're going to be late to drills, » is Mivength's impatient, hungry contribution. Since when did you care about drills? « I don't. You do. » C'ris ignored that; they both know that Mivength wouldn't care if they didn't get to drills. And this. This is more important. Quietly, he starts murmuring assurances to the panicked pup. "It's ok. You're fine. I know you don't belong here; you aren't a beast." It doesn't make sense, but it doesn't matter. The pup seems to calm while he talks. Then he's free, gathered carelessly to his chest despite the mud and the shivering. Tell them I'm sick. I can't come to drills. And for the first time in turns, C'ris missed drills to devote his day to this little beast in his arms. |
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Squishy (21:36, 2 November 2015 (PST)) said...
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