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 Wher By the Water, AU:17 (Sakoru/Zane)
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 Posted: Oct 16 2017, 01:57 AM
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Darkness had already fallen, but Rome didn’t want to go to the barracks just yet. True, it was drawing on toward the later hours, but that was all right. Presently she felt more of a desire to be outside than in bed, so that was where she was. Pern’s two moons hung over the Weyr, lighting the Bowl, and the candidate picked her way along the rocky paths. Having chosen no particular destination, she simply trekked along until she reached the edge of the lake, and there she stopped. Dalibor’s lake seemed as good a place as any to rest her feet; after a long moment she settled down on a flat rock by the water, crossing her legs.

No one else seemed to be around at present, which was a nice change from the daytime bustle of the Weyr. Rome knew that wherhandlers patrolled the place at all hours of the night, but she wasn’t overly concerned about them. She, after all, was causing no trouble and getting in no one’s way. All the trouble around her was mainly in her own head, and even so, she wasn’t certain that it should rightly be called trouble.

Truthfully, Rome wasn’t certain what it was she felt. Perhaps she was just beginning to grow nervous about the upcoming hatching, or perhaps she just had too much time to think. Right now, she was only sitting still, slowly turning her pendant back and forth under the moons’ silvery light. It shone, and for what must have been the thousandth time, she wondered what things would be like if the man who gave it to her had survived. Her father’s death was most of the reason why she had come to Dalibor at all, and he was the only family member of whom she had a keepsake.

Rome still wondered if it was her fault that he had died. Mostly she tried not to think on it, for that tended to lead to endless cycles of self-pity and frustration, and she didn’t like to go down paths that led nowhere. But right now, sitting in the silent Bowl watching the light dance on the water, she let herself wonder a little. Mostly she wondered if she would still have come here, if he had lived. If he had, would her family still speak to her?

No… no, they wouldn’t. She knew they wouldn’t.

Rome picked up a pebble from the ground next to her and tossed it into the water. Why worry about those things when at this point, they really shouldn’t matter?

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Olli enjoyed the open air, though he was prone to hiding away in the Weyr's lower caverns. Since having impressed Ollisk, well, it was a lot harder to hide. He was still a tall, lean, youth. He had barely any muscle, and yet stood out due to his beanpole stature. He couldn't conceal himself from his fellow wherlings especially. They were always around, as if he had been indoctrinated into some sort of pack. He didn't feel as if he belonged, despite his impression to the green wheret. He was the same outcast he'd always been, just more notable with Ollisk at his side.

His classmates all had more potential then he did. Heck, Ollisk had more potential than he did. She would tell him otherwise, every single day of his life, but he was no closer to believing her. Lessons were harder for him than they were for most people. He didn't do well with social interaction, and some of the tasks they were asked to do were, well, hard. He was trying his best, but he was afraid that they might be held back. He found it difficult to confide in anyone, given that he didn't want them to think he was pathetic...

They weren't alone at the lake.

There was a girl sitting by the water, throwing pebbles in. Ollivander paused the moment he saw her, hands shoved into his pockets. Shoulders hunched, the young man made to turn away, and go a different direction, but Ollisk was there. She butted him with her snout, forcing him to turn back around. Olli squinted at the form of the girl, his blue eyes bright--even in the darkness. Ollisk was heading over to her before he could decide to try and leave again (not that he would, because he didn't want to upset his wher).

Ollisk had grown considerably since impression-day. She was, certainly, much bigger. She walked with confidence, though she tended to sway due to her disproportioned tail. In fact, while solid, she was made of limbs. She typically moved at her own pace, not allowing anyone to rush her. She knew where she was headed, almost always. Ollisk was as decisive as they came. So she stopped for a moment, pausing a few feet from the dragon candidate. She lowered her snout to the ground, her improved night-sight making it easy to locate a pebble. Waddling forward a pace or two, she picked it up, turning back towards where Rome sat. She was perched upon a flat rock, which seemed an acceptable seat to the green.

Ollisk positioned herself before the girl, staring up at her. The pebble was an offering, clearly. Girl no sad. Girl have name? Ollivander gaped, folding his arms up over the sides of his head in embarrassment. He moved forward, since Ollisk had revealed them. The girl would know the wher had a handler; besides, he was standing close by. "Hi..." he greeted lamely, looking around to make sure no one was bearing witness to his shameful attempt. "I, um... sorry about her." He secretly wondered if Ollisk was right. Was the girl sad?

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Rome heard the footsteps behind her long before she bothered to respond to them. Figuring that whomever it was would probably keep walking, she didn’t turn to see who was coming up behind her. Instead she tossed another pebble in the lake, watching as it was swallowed by the water and disappeared. Hearing the scratch of wher talons, though, the dragon candidate turned her head, allowing herself to be distracted from her amusement (if that was what one wanted to call it). Approaching was a pretty green wher, who paused a few feet away, investigating the ground for something. After a moment the green located what she wanted – a pebble – and walked up to Rome.

Having paused in her pebble-tossing to watch, the dragon candidate felt her features soften in a smile as the wher sat in front of her and offered the pebble. Rome extended a hand to accept it, and her smile warmed as the green spoke to her. ”Thank you. It’s beautiful,” she murmured, and held up the tiny stone to admire in the moons’ light. Before she could answer the wher’s questions, human footsteps sounded behind her, and the candidate twisted to see the handler – for who else could it be?

He was tall and thin, awkward and uncomfortable. Rome smiled. ”Hi,” she greeted in return, and made sure to look at the wher too as she said it. ”No, it’s okay. I’m Rome.” Scooting a little so that she could look at both green and handler more or less at the same time, rather than having to twist to see the boy, the dragon candidate was quiet for a moment before she looked back to the wher. Almost under her breath, she murmured to her, ”you’re very perceptive, aren’t you?” Truthfully, the girl didn’t make too much of an effort to hide her emotions – it usually wasn’t worth the trouble – but that the wher had cared enough to come and say hello… that was sweet.

She didn’t want to throw the pebble away, if that had been the green’s motivation for giving it to her. ”I’m going to keep this one,” she told the green, and tucked the tiny stone into her pocket where it wouldn’t slip out and be lost. Perhaps it was a good thing to have a distraction, for even though her thoughts were being nudged toward social interaction, Rome still felt dull and heavy. Seeking to at least be pleasant even if the inside of her head wasn’t, she shifted her gaze to the tall handler-boy. ”Do you want to sit down?” she asked, and then, partly to give him an easy out if he wanted it, ”or are you busy patrolling?”

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The dark-haired girl watched the green as she searched for a hidden treasure. Once she had the pebble she approached. Rome met the large-eyed wheret's gaze. The girl smiled sweetly, which Ollisk took note of. Ollivander, this girl nice. You come. The boy couldn't tell if he was being scolded, or set up... or both. Regardless, he had come forward of his own volition.

Rome took the pebble from the green, and remarked that it was beautiful. She took a moment to admire it, and Ollisk chuffed proudly. Of course is. Ollisk choose. The candidates smile was intact, even as she looked upon Olli. Ollisk watched. The green quieted, allowing the pair to speak.

Ollivander could barely register that the girl had greeted him back, mostly because she hadn't tried to leave yet. He opened his mouth again, watching as she scooted. For a moment he thought that maybe she was trying to get away, or move away from Ollisk at least. Instead, she turned towards him and introduced herself. Olli smiled a bit, for the first time in a while. Even his eyes were smiling. "This is Ollisk," he said quietly, motioning to the wheret with his head. He didn't think his own name mattered much. This would likely be the only time they ever spoke, or even saw each other. Of course, it was entirely likely that if she saw him at a later date she would avoid him. No be rude! Olli blushed nervously, fearful of his own wher's rebuke. Ollisk wasn't afraid to tell him the truth.

The girl noted that Ollisk was perceptive, and the green merely grunted in agreement. Of course she was perceptive. She. Saw. All. Then Rome announced that she was going to keep the stone, and Ollisk practically glowed with pride. Ollivander moved a tiny bit closer, extending his arm out in order to wave his hand back and forth. "D-don't feel obligated to. Really, it's okay." Ollisk scooted over to Hers, and butted him with the flat of her head. He was being rude! Olli tipped one way, but caught himself.

The unthinkable happened when Rome--it was Rome, wasn't it? Well, she asked him to sit down. He froze on the spot, eyes wide. He was no longer concerned about Ollisk's antics, far too distracted by the girls question. Did he want to sit down? "Uh... okay. N-no. I'm not." Did she really think that he looked like a handler--a handler who went on patrols? He put his hands on the front of his jacket and patted it down, as if he'd lost something. In reality he was trying to decide if something had changed. Had he grown up that much? He was still the gawky, scrawny, and otherwise awkward kid he'd always been-wasn't he?

He moved slowly, as if Rome was likely to bolt away from him. He was nudged along by Ollisk, who was booping his legs with her snout. She walked at his back so as to ensure that he didn't escape.

Sitting down alongside the other, Ollivander offered her a weak smile and an awkward sound to go along with it. "I'm Olli... um, Ollivander."

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Rome grinned at the wher’s obvious pride. ”You have good taste,” she assured her mildly, guessing that the green was a typical woman and responded well to flattery. Even so, she wasn’t lying – Ollisk had picked a pretty stone, small and dark and shiny – the kind that looked simple and classy. Good taste indeed. Rome wondered what she could do with it so she didn’t lose it. Perhaps she could put it on a necklace or a bracelet of some kind, since if she just put it down somewhere it was almost guaranteed to be thrown on the ground by accident and lost.

Ollisk? Pausing a moment, Rome waited for the handler to introduce himself as well, but he didn’t. Curious. Fortunately wher names, unlike dragon ones, were a bit of a giveaway – at the very least his name could be Olli, or maybe something longer. Just in case he didn’t mention his actual title at any point, she filed that information away. ”No, no. I’m honoured to receive it,” she assured him, her smile warm. Poor boy. He looked so flustered and upset. Privately, she wondered if he was all right. Maybe it wasn’t her place to ask just now, but if he didn’t calm down, she thought, she might have to. Letting someone go by looking so ruffled just went against her grain.

At least it was distracting her from her own problems. As tended to happen, the candidate began to feel the urge to protect and calm the poor wherhandler. Part of her felt bad for making him uncomfortable, but mostly she just wanted to know why. Rome always had to know the ‘why’ of everything. ”Olli? I like that,” she decided. What an adorable name – but she wouldn’t say that, in case she embarrassed him. ‘Ollivander’ was a very respectable name. ‘Olli’ was just plain cute.

But if he used a nickname, maybe it would break the ice a little to reveal that she did too. Rome smiled lightly. ”Technically my name is Seviroma,” she corrected her own introduction with an air of disapproval. ”But I like Rome better.” She squinted a little, as if assessing his face. ”You look more like an Olli than an Ollivander.”

Since she had secured Ollisk’s gift in her pocket, the candidate reached out to pick up another pebble – two, actually. Neither were half so fine as the one the green wher had picked out for her. Rome offered one to Olli. ”Pebble?”

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Ollisk rarely needed anyone to tell her she had done a good job, but it was nice to hear it all the same. All in all, Rome's assumptions were correct. The green was a keen observer, and therefore paid the utmost attention to both her surroundings and those whom were in her company. She liked to be in the know, and part of that being in the know involved being attentive. It was her job to make sure that Ollivander was safe, happy, and in an environment whence he could thrive. Making friends, and having people who believed in him, was the first step. She believed in him, always, but she had come to see that such was not enough. He needed his own kind to believe in him as well. So, she often set the putsch in motion.

Awkward pauses were something Olli tended to cling to, and so he took note of the fact that Rome had waited for him to say something more than his wher's name. He knew he was disappointing, as company, even when he happened to try. He wasn't sure that he believed the girl when she spoke of it being an honor to receive Ollisk's pebble, but he accepted her answer all the same. What else was he to do?

As he sat, and gave his introduction, she came to repeat his name before declaring that she liked it. This caused his typical teenage hormones to fire, therefore his face turned red as a result. "Y-you do?" he heard himself ask. Don't be stupid, he told himself, staring down at his lap in defeat. When was the last time a girl had told him they liked anything at all about him? Then she was speaking again, just as he was trying to figure out how to regain some of the feeling in his face. He carefully drew his large blue eyes over to her, listening intently. He wanted to tell her that he liked her name too. It was the polite thing to do, right? He didn't want to make a bad first impression. Chances were he already had.

Be calm. Compliment no hurt. Always nice for girl to hear. Now here his wher was, giving him advice on how to talk to a girl. Had he reached a new all-time low? Probably. He tried his best not to show his utter embarrassment, but it was too late. He couldn't hide anything-not from anyone. Then she was squinting at him, observing his face carefully, and he could only stutter. "Y-you... your name." He cleared his throat quietly, pulling at the collar of his shirt. "Nice. It's nice," he choked out.

While Ollisk knew that was the opposite of calm, at least Hers was trying. It required small baby steps, and she may have very well found the right girl to develop those baby steps with. The dragon candidate was pleasant, and soft-spoken. "I do?" he sounded surprised at that, wondering how that could be. Did she not like the name Ollivander? She definitely didn't have to use it. It was long... and kinda pretentious. It was awful, who was he kidding!

The boy placed his elbows upon his knees and leaned forward, wiping both hands over his face. He needed to pull himself together here. She was going to think there was something mentally wrong with him. As he made to calm himself, Rome leaned over to secure a couple of pebbles. As she offered him one, he peeked out from his hands, slowly lowering them from his face whilst sitting up. He reached out, gingerly, hands likely shaking. He wasn't sure of anything, mostly because he never was. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he was positive he was gonna be sick. He took the pebble from her, trying not to start as his hand carefully brushed Rome's.

"Thank you!" he practically shouted at her, laughing at how ridiculous this all was. He was fooling himself if he thought a girl like her would find anything about him likeable. She was pretty, and nice, and didn't make friends with people like him--he was sure.
Do not make Ollisk bite. Will do if boy not behave. Talk. Make nice. He was trying.

Olli turned the pebble over in his hand, observing it carefully. "Do you come here... a lot?" What kind of question was that? It was a dumb question--a really dumb question that was definitely going to upset her. "I-I mean... I come here... pretty often," he mumbled. He was still peering a the pebble in his hand, afraid to look elsewhere.

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Rome hadn’t meant to embarrass him with the compliment to his name, but it seemed that she had succeeded. Candle-like, his face lit up bright red, and he looked down at his lap – probably trying to avoid her gaze. ”I do,” she confirmed, deciding that the best way to move this along would be to breeze right over it. Act like nothing had happened, and people tended to believe more readily that nothing had happened. Besides, poor Olli probably wouldn’t survive if she let him languish in his humiliation. Poor thing. Maybe she should refrain from doing that again. All Rome seemed to do anymore when she complimented people was embarrass them.

At least he was looking at her again, however furtively. After a moment he spoke, stuttering, and for a moment the girl had no idea what he was trying to say. Her name? Well… what about her name? Rome tilted her head slightly to one side, and then restrained the giggle that threatened to break free once she realized what he was trying to do. Aww, poor guy. She had to save him. ”Thank you! It’s sweet of you to say that,” she accepted graciously. Poor boy. The way he tried to adjust the collar of his shirt made it seem like he was strangling on embarrassment. Hopefully she could keep him calm and he could relax.

When he folded himself up and rubbed his hands over his face, Rome decided that it was high time to use some kind of evasion tactics. Choosing to scout for new throwing-stones instead of staring at him, she came back with pebbles in hand, offering one to Olli as a sort of peace treaty. Probably she was just imagining it because it was dark, but it looked like his hands were shaking as he reached out to accept one.

”You’re welcome,” she returned, grinning as the wherhandler took his pebble and burst out with his thanks. Well, she didn’t often receive thanks that were quite so enthusiastic. Adorable! Olli was so cute. And for all that he looked like he might run away at the first opportunity, he hadn’t actually run away yet. That was good.

”I do,” she acknowledged with a smile, and glanced out over the water. Innocuous as it was, the question returned her the thoughts that had been following her before Olli arrived. She turned back toward Olli, adjusting a little and holding up her own pebble to look at thoughtfully. ”It’s pretty here,” she decided, and offered a slight smile. ”I come here to think, sometimes. What about you?’ Rome was still for another moment, and then she turned and tossed her pebble out into the dark water. It disappeared with the faintest of splashes. ”Do you, too?”

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He was sure that he had made an awful first impression thus far. He hoped to save himself, but he hadn't the faintest clue as to how. "Hardly, I... Well, thank... you." He couldn't help but laugh. The entire situation was laughable. His compliment wasn't clever, or even well-placed. He sounded ridiculous. He was sorry that it was him she'd run into out here. He was sure that he'd embarrassed himself beyond redemption by the time his hands were covering his face. Rome rose to fetch more stones; Olli being positive that she was making a clean break for it. When his hands finally fell away from his face she was standing there, offering him a stone. He accepted it with as much dignity as he could possibly muster, and quirked a smile when she uttered a "you're welcome" in response to his thanks. Was it possible that she didn't want to run away?

Ollisk watched the exchange between Hers, and the candidate girl, most pleased at her findings. Hers would be just fine. Olli might have even made himself a friend, if he continued to be himself. The green sat by the boys side, peering up at him proudly. She remained silent for once, allowing him to better get to know Rome. With any luck, this would not be his first interaction with the dragon candidate. They may have been on different schedules, but that didn't mean that they couldn't run into each other again; whether by fate... or intervention. After all, she was a clever wher.

Olli curiously observed Rome as she observed the pebble in her hand. Then she was smiling at him, so he made to examine the pebble she'd given him. Occasionally the boys gaze slid over to the shorter girl, noting the slightest of details. For one, she smiled a lot. It was nice though. He nodded at her words, looking up as her pebble splashed in the expanse of water that stretched out before them. Not wanting to lose the pebble she'd given him, Olli pocketed it. People didn't tend to give him things very often, not unless they were obligated to. "Yeah. I mean... it's great for that." There was a childlike sincerity to his tone. When he looked to Rome next, he was grinning. Large blue eyes alight, the wherling-boy rubbed his palm carefully with his thumb. He was still waiting for the numbness in his hands to fade. "What sort of things do you come here to think about?" he asked, his question not at all premeditated. After his perceived word vomit, his face fell. Gaping, eyes wide, he quickly worked to fix his mistake. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--I mean, that's none of my business." It really wasn't. Why was he so bad at this?

Calm. You do fine. Girl appreciate concern. All girl like kind boy. Olli know kind, and good boy too. Trying his best not to blush, the young greenhandler failed miserably.

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That Olli slipped the pebble into his pocket did not go unnoticed by Rome. She smiled. Now they were even – each had a gift of a stone. Technically she’d been given hers by Ollisk, but as wher and handler tended to come as a unit, Rome chose to ignore that particular distinction. ”It really is,” she agreed mildly. Noting with pleasure that the boy didn’t stutter or trip over his sentence this time, she suppressed a grin. Allowing herself to do so would probably make the poor handler think she was laughing at him – he seemed like the shy, anxious type – so she would prefer to avoid that sort of thing if possible.

Olli’s question took her off-guard. Such a direct inquiry was not what she was expecting from the boy who just a moment ago had been stuttering in his effort to speak to her. Fortunately, Rome wasn’t offended. While she was about to respond, he quickly apologized, looking so horrified at his faux pas that she couldn’t help but laugh. ”No, it’s okay. You can ask.” Inclined to comfort him because he seemed so terrified of his mistake, the dragon candidate sat next to him and crossed her legs again. ”It’s sweet that you’re interested.” And he was, so far as she could tell. Olli didn’t seem like the sort to feign interest in people, and even if it had been his wher’s idea to come over – Rome flashed her a smile – he had decided to stay, despite being nervous. That spoke well of his character, in her opinion.

While she didn’t answer the actual question right away, the candidate did notice his blush and tactfully decided not to comment on it. Rubbing her hands idly together, she glanced out over the lake before looking back to the greenhandler. ”I think about a lot of things. Dragons, my day… other things.” Seeing as she had just met him, she wasn’t sure how much she should say, but after a moment Rome lifted a shoulder slightly, deciding that she might as well be honest. It was, after all, her signature habit. ”Just now I was thinking about my family.” So it wasn’t a direct answer, but… she didn’t particularly like to overwhelm people without their showing interest. If Olli wanted to know exactly what was on her mind, she was sure he would ask.

But for now, she didn’t continue in that direction, instead politely turning the question back to her companion. ”What about you?” And then, giving him an out if he wanted it, she added with a smile, ”the lake is good for thinking, isn’t it?”

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