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 Smells Like Innocence, AU:17 {Ruri/Cat}
Ruriko
 Posted: Aug 15 2017, 03:00 AM
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Rosian was now six years old, and had immensely enjoyed her turn-day. The Weyr held no real dangers for the child. She had her faithful brass guardian, Knight, her blue firelizard, Stitch, and her Rosey, Gin with her at all times, and the pillie kept them all safe and all things in order. Stitch was still mischievous as ever, but he at least could be sent to Roselle if needed. Of course there were still rules. Sia was not to go too near the lake, for instance. Though there was no real fear she would drown, since Knight was with her, it was still a rule, and she was quite a good child, who listened to rules her parents laid out for her. She did test boundaries a little, but in a way that posed no danger. So it was that she was allowed to wander outside in the bowl by herself.

She walked along, looking about and idling. For a girl who was not a candidate, not an apprentice, and only had half-day teachings with the Harper, there was a lot of free time. Certainly bed-time was earlier for a six turn old girl than an older child, so her days were shorter. Yet they felt quite long, and it was still mid-afternoon. Both her mother and father were busy, and she was occupying herself. She was quite good at it. Having grown up in the Weyr, she knew most of the dragonriders, in the very least, and the children. However, she saw an unfamiliar face, and clutching her small pack, wandered over.

Looking up at the older girl with curious, wide blue eyes, she spoke in a friendly tone.

"Hello. I'm Rosian. Who are you?" In the hand that wasn't holding the pack, she had a sweet roll. There were more treats and foodstuffs in her pack. She had gone to the kitchen after lessons because she was hungry. The kitchen staff all knew Roselle and C'ian's daughter, and were only too happy to give her as much food as she could comfortably carry. With childlike innocence, she took note of the girl's slim frame. She looked at the sweet roll, and then at the girl. There were a couple of bites out of one end, but it was fairly large, and there were two ends to it. "Are you hungry?" Breaking the sweet roll in half, she stuck out the un-bitten half towards the girl. "It's sweet roll. It's really good." She was not a shy child, to say the least. Used to the business of her Weyr home, speaking to others, no matter their age, came easily to her. She was curious about this new face, and had been taught the importance of sharing. Besides, she was not very big around. Maybe she was hungry because of that, too? Knight was a little behind her, and Rosian remembered that you were supposed to introduce others to new people. Stitch was on the brass pillie's shell, half asleep. Gin, though, was on her shoulder.

"This is Knight. He's my best friend since I was little." Knight stepped forward a little, and gave an 'oom-pah' by way of polite introduction. "Stitch is the blue one. And Gin is on my shoulder." Stitch didn't stir, but Gin seemed to realize he was being spoken of, and sat up on his hind legs, using his tail for balance, and made a high pitched 'OOP!' sound. He wasn't really friendly with strangers, so Sia was surprised. "I think he likes you. He doesn't talk to strangers!" She smiled, then, pleased that her pet was being nice to this person he did not know. Usually he hid, or in the very least did not 'talk' to anyone else but her. He was okay with her mom and dad now, but even then, it was rare for him to 'OOP!' anyone but herself, or sometimes he would do it for Stitch or Knight.
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Cesselia stared at the lake. Her expression was impassive, dark eyes fixed on the surface like a feline on the prowl. At nine turns of age, she was too young to be of any interest to anyone outside of the crecheworkers, and was content being left alone to her own devices. In the next couple Turns, that would change. Perhaps she would assist her aunt in her work or one of the many dragons would Search her into candidacy. One never quite knew what life would bring. Well, except death. That was a constant. People always died. Especially at weyrs. Not that she had anyone left around to care about if they passed. Certainly, she had her aunt, but they weren't close. The woman assumed her care because it was her sister's wish, despite their estrangement.

Which left the girl in an odd state. Dalibor was another place. Another, not-home that she was expected to grow attached to. She wasn't a dimglow. She knew that the mother she lost wasn't her mother of birth, even if she wished she were...even if she couldn't remember a mother before her. But one didn't lose a family twice and excitedly embrace a new place as 'home'. At least there were lots of watchwhers. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be a handler some day like her mother, but Cess liked the peculiar creatures. Many were odd-shaped and snarly, but they were familiar and brought up fond memories.

Lost in her thoughts, Cess didn't notice the smaller girl approach. She tilted her head slowly at the sound of her voice, listening to the ramble that followed. At the offered sweet roll, she shook her head, declining the treat. Rosian, as she introduced herself, had a few pets around her, including an oversized bug and an odd creature that 'OOP'ed'. She blinked with curious interest. Strange little thing. Apparently it making noise meant it liked her. Then again, the younger girl could be the overly optimistic sort. She glanced away.

Cess didn't like talking. She could. Nothing prevented her from speaking. But it wasn't often she bothered with words. Often they went unheard anyway, and talking with others only built up feelings of attachment. However, she did know it was polite to at least give her name to those that asked. Even if nothing more escape her lips, they would know what to call her.

"Cesselia," she offered. One word. Nothing less. Nothing more. Her focus shifted again to the odd creature. She pointed at it. Perhaps the girl would explain what 'it' was.

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Having grown up at the weyr, and with both parents who were, more or less, good influences and dragonriders, Sia had learnt that there were all kinds of people. She had learned that they were all different, and that this was okay. She didn't mind if the other girl, who introduced herself as Cesselia, hadn't much to say. She wasn't an a child given to rambling or talking too much herself, but she was curious by nature and therefor would approach a new face and learn who that new face was--even if she only got a name and what they did at the Weyr. Clearly Cesselia was a weyrbrat. But that wasn't saying much. Neither about her, or where she'd come from, or what she was doing there. She gave a nod at the name, though the curious expression hadn't left her face.

Well socialized as she was by her mother and father, she was also learning to have a little bit of perception. Roselle had told her some people didn't like to talk, and that was okay. She had run into this before, and had felt perplexed as she thought the other child did not want to talk to her specifically, and had not liked her. So, this prior experience remembered, Sia no longer minded if another person didn't talk to her much, so long as they weren't being mean. Knight was dutifully watching, content to let the girls have their meeting without interruption. He was there, as usual, if needed. Her eyes followed the girl's pointing finger. She liked her pets, but was not a braggart and, while pleased Cesselia was curious because it meant she could give an answer, gave the best explanation she could.

"Gin is a Rosey. He comes from where the..." A moment's pause, as she tried to recollect--she had only heard the tale once, after all--the name of the people her mom had told her about. Her face lit up a little as it came to her, and she went on, "the wastewanderer's place. North. They found my mommy when I was in her. Then now we have some here. They make sounds. Nee. Oop. And like Gin does: a big OOP!" She mimicked the sound, eerily perfect and clearly practiced, and Gin seemed to reply with his own 'OOP!', causing the little girl to smile brightly. "He likes me, and Knight and Stitch. Mommy and daddy are okay but he won't let them pet. Everybody else he hides," she explained with furrowed brows, then looked at Cesselia again, curiously. "Except you." It was true. Gin tended to go under her hair and peek out, and people only saw him when he sensed they meant no harm. She could show him to them, but he ran up her arm and back into her hair if they made any move to touch him. She expected that, at least, would not differ no matter who it was. She was trying hard to get him to like her mommy and daddy, with some success. They still could not touch him, however. He was a particular little creature. Even in his extremely small stature, there was fierceness and protectiveness. The bond was strange--not the same as Stitch's or Knight's, but she could, after having him this long, she got 'fuzzy pictures' and a vague feeling of what the little creature felt. It was much stronger with Stitch. His pictures were quite clear and she knew exactly what the firelizard felt. Since she had had Knight so long, her bond with the pillie was quite strong and she could also easily tell what he wanted, or felt. While images were stronger with more pillies about, his images were quite clear to the little girl, given that there was only one of him--or at least she thought so. Still, in comparison with Stitch, the images were still fuzzier, the feelings did not come at the same strength, even though she would have been surprised to find that they were fairly strong, for a pillie bond.

"Do you have a pet?" She knew pets didn't just include those that bonded. Lots of people had other pets, like tunnelcats, or felines, canines, runners, or even whersports and tunnelsnakes. So just because she didn't see Cesselia with a pet, she did not think that it was because the other girl did not have one. Maybe if she didn't have one, they could find her one!
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Rosey. Cess mouthed the word, committing it to memory. Strange little creature. It didn't look like it belonged outside in the light. There was a pale weirdness to its flesh that made her think of dark caves with drippy walls. She continued to stare with unmasked interest. Grey eyes trailed to the girl's face when she mentioned that her pet normally hid. So it was a shy creature. Shy and strange looking. With curious, hesitance, she reached out a hand, as if to touch Gin. Then she drew back, looking chided. Mama Elde wouldn't like it if she tried to touch an animal without asking. She warned Cess to never try to pet a creature without the consent of the owner, or to touch a bonded wher or dragon without consulting their partner. But she so very much wanted to touch, if only to see if its skin was as damp and cold as it looked. Like when she saw a wher that she couldn't place as blue or cyan, and wanted to skin her hands on their hide to see if it was soft to the touch so she knew for sure.

She nibbled her thumbnail. Cess wouldn't try to touch again. She tilted her chin when the girl asked if she had a pet. Cess shook her head. No. Elde didn't allow for them around her green since the wher was prone to nibbling on anything small enough to fit in her mouth. Most pets were a bite-sized morsel to her. So she came to Dalibor with no companion of her own. Though having one might have made the transition easier and less lonely.

Pets were also a big responsibility! The girl frowned. She could handle it. But trying to convince her aunt of that fact was near impossible when Cess rarely spoke. The woman seemed to think that her voluntary lack of speech meant that Cess was helpless or inept in some manner. Like she would break in a stiff wind.

Cess tugged at the hem of her dress.

For now she would just have to admire other people's pets.

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As perceptive as children often were, Sia understood with the brief interchanges they were having a certain fact: Cess did not speak much, if at all. She had only given her name, and then pointed to formulate her query in regards to Gin. When she received her answer, she said nothing yet again. Merely reached out as though she wanted to touch the small creature. Sia would have allowed it, though she doubted such a thing were possible. Likely Gin would simply run if the hand descended on him too closely. The older girl child stopped herself, however, and saved them from having to find that out. Gin had not moved, merely tensed up. Interesting. Rosian was very curious as to whether he would have. She'd gotten fairly close there, for a moment. Could she make it clear to him that she would like for Cesselia to be able to touch him? She wasn't sure. He seemed to understand what she wanted. Yet even as young as she was, she did not want to ask him to do something he would not like. She did not like to be touched by strangers very much.

"I don't know if he would let you touch him. You want to pet Stitch, or Knight? They'll let you. Maybe later Gin will. My mommy said don't make a promise unless to keep it...I don't know it for sure." The other girl shook her head 'no' when asked if she had any pets. None? She had always had Knight, though Stitch and Gin were both newer--the same day, even! She thought she would be sad to not have any pets. Maybe they could get one for Cess, somehow? That seemed, to her, a very good idea! Young as she was, she was sure it would be easy enough to do, and so, with her head tilted a little to the side thoughtfully, she asked, "Do you want one? A pet, I mean." Meanwhile, she had 'told' Knight--signaled to him with her mind, as she had since she was very little--that she would like him to come closer. He complied, scuttling up beside her so that he was within arms reach of the other girl. "Go on! He's been my best pet since always. He's a good pillie." The fondness in her words was very clearly heard. Knight was her dearest friend, and always would be closer than close in her heart.
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A nod was Cess' reply. Any pet would be nice. However, it wasn't likely to happened unless someone gave her one. Maybe one of these days she'd stumble on a firelizard hatching and one of the flitters would bond to her. Or perhaps she'd find a kitten on her excursions in the caverns and be able to keep it secret long enough to prove she could take care of it. She continued to nibble her lips and fiddled with her hem.

She did want to pet one of them. Thee pillie approached her and Rosian said it would be okay. Kneeling, Cesselia laid a hand on Knight's shell. She never saw a pillie this close before. They were big, strange bugs. Creepy, scary looking. But not as creepy, scary as some whers. And she knew for a fact that just because something was strange looking didn't mean it was mean or bad. Bad things--people--often looked just like the good ones.

Cess peered up.

Then cupped her hands, bidding Stitch to fly down to her palms. She'd never held a firelizard. Naturally curious, she often tried to understand her world through touch. Textures were interesting and shared so much information that the eyes couldn't quite discern.

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The nod was enough indication to Sia that yes, Cesselia would like a pet. She wondered if they could get he one. Rosian had always had Knight, and while her mother had explained Knight was a pet, he was simply too close to a friend to the little girl for her to see him that way. Her first pets had been Stitch and Gin. She did consider them friends, but she also found she was able to see them as pets, whereas the pillie was difficult since he'd always been there.

"Maybe we can find you one!" The suggestion was enthusiastic, childlike in its assured way. She felt that this was something they could most certainly do. There was no thought given to how they would, they just would. They would look, and they would find Cess a pet. "What kind of pet do you want, Cesselia?" Of course it was important to ask, so that she could help her find the right one. She had different kinds, and could not have picked. Yet she also had always wanted a puppy or kitten. She didn't dare to ask her mother now that that she had Stitch and Gin. She was smart enough to know that she should wait to ask this, and prove to her mommy and daddy that she could take care of Stitch and Gin.

Knight was a very well behaved pillie. He enjoyed children and was protective of them. Of course he was most protective of Rosian, whom he'd watched over from a very young age. Yet it did extend to other children. He stood quietly while Cessalia felt his shell, and reached back a feeler to very gently touch her hand, a light, careful stroke. Perhaps he sensed that this child might be a little nervous, even if she did not seem afraid of him. Stitch was a harder nut to crack, and yet his curiosity won out over his desire to screech at the girl for reaching in his direction--that and His person seemed to catch on quickly, and gave him a disproving look just as he was about to try and scare Cess.

Instead, he pouted, but flew down to her outstretched hands and sat there, looking up at her with a rather defiant sort of expression. He had bitten a couple of other children and His Had scolded him for it, and he did not feel like being scolded again.

"Good boy, Stitch," Rosian praised, pleased that he hadn't tried to bite or make unpleasant sounds at her new friend. Childlike as her mind was, every new weyrbrat was a new friend, once met. Cess seemed nice, even if she was quiet--and she was going to help her find a pet, too!
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