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 Social Graces, AU:17 {Ruri/Ivy}
Ruriko
 Posted: Aug 20 2017, 05:36 PM
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@Ivy ; Norla

Pacing back and forth by the water, Kaios tried not to think. Lessons were aggravating and difficult. Not because he had any trouble whatsoever with the physical aspect of them, nor with the remembering of things he ought to. No...it was his fellow wherlings that he was having trouble with. It wasn't precisely anything they had done, or even not done. It was mostly his inability to wish to work with others, when they were young, inefficient, he could do it better, he was better off alone...the reasons went on and on. It just wasn't practical to rely on people he could not see a reason to trust, nor think were reliable enough to trust in a situation that truly called for it. They were a mix-match of individuals, with none of them being close in age to himself. Even the copperhandler was five turns younger than he was. The youngest was only eleven! Then there was the far older man, who, while might possess the faculty of wisdom that came with age, was hardly in his prime. No, he felt alone, and secluded. The others seemed to chatter among themselves, and to try and form bonds. He had no use for small talk, and nor did he know how to make it. If something needed saying, it was said. Otherwise, why bother?

It didn't help that Lykask was friendly and sociable. He wanted to form bonds with his clutchmates. He thought that Zelsk was the greatest thing to ever walk the face of Pern. He thought all his clutchsiblings were wonderful and would gladly broadcast that to His, who had no interest. He was, perhaps, interested in the strengths and weaknesses of the other whers, and less so of their bonded people. It was a sad truth that he trusted the whers more than the humans. He felt he understood them better, somehow.

Lykask was comfortable, curled up on the flat rock, wearing his goggles and laying in the sun. The blue loved sunning, as much as any dragon, and loved to be outdoors and active. As the seasons had changed and the blue continued to grow, it was apparent he would not stay awkward and pudgy. No, he was going through growth spurts and putting on clear muscles. At this point, his legs had suddenly decided to grow and his tail looked a little over-long. It had looked a lot thicker--which it would again, once he muscled up and his legs and tail once more fit into his frame. He was less awkward, somehow. His head was large and boxy, and his chest broad as any iron or bronze. He would one day be a beast to reckon with. For now, he was quite clumsy. His legs were too long, and his tail, too, and he often tripped due to it.

As keenly aware as he was, he realized someone was approaching long before they did. Still, he didn't feel there was any threat to him or Lykask here at Dalibor. It was almost, just almost, dull, in that regard. Having lived so long trying to survive, now things seemed 'easy'. He longed to go on a hunt, or to do for himself. Meals were served three times a day and there was always food in the kitchens. He had a bed to sleep on, and his life here, while to some tiresome or challenging as a wherling...to him it was far easier than having to do everything for yourself to survive, and constantly be on guard against dangers. This was...not necessarily boring, but too easy. He was looking forward to graduation. Yet that was not anytime soon. In the meantime, he was restless. Lykask raised his head when he sensed His noting someone approaching. When he spotted the alphahandler and her bronze, he was delighted. There was someone that His seemed to respect, and feel a little differently about. He didn't trust her--he trusted no one--but he definitely thought she was capable and someone to be counted on if need be.

Norsk! How be yours? How be you? Good see! Mine is do a brood. Think lonely.

Kaios shot the blue a cool look. Did he ever not say what was on his mind, or broadcast that which His did not need known. He waited until the pair were closer, eyes hard and stormy, and then gave a polite nod.

"He talks too much," he said gruffly. It was true, and often led to a feeling of displeasure--what would probably be known as embarrassment to a degree.
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Though she was up and about during the day from time to time it was a far less common occurrence than it had been a few seasons ago. Having just returned from a trip to Crescent Hold to talk to a few interested ‘folk there about the wherhandler program at Dalibor she was crossing the weyrbowl when she spied someone she had not been expecting to see. Norsk gave a soft snort, Gog-g-les on good? Norsk be good, Nor-la be good too. It was just like the bronze to be concerned about the other wher’s well being, if the goggles weren’t on well enough Lykask could go blind and that wasn’t allowed to happen on his watch. Making his way to where the blue was resting he leaned forward to peer through his own dark lensed goggles at the other wher’s. From what he could see - which wasn’t much thanks to how dark the goggles truly were - they appeared fine. Norla’s eyes served him better in this instance and she seemed satisfied. Stopping just far enough away from the wherling to not encroach on his personal space she gave a curious tilt of her head, ”Lykask you wonderful little one, yours cannot be lonely. He has you.”

There was a faint hint of what might be the beginning of a smirk that caused the corner of her mouth to twitch upward. Brooding indeed, he seemed… well much like she had when she’d arrived at Dalibor. They did not share a past but some of their experiences were similar, perhaps she could help him by providing what she had sought comfort in. Norsk, if you would.

For Nor-la, any-thing. Without any further instruction Norsk turned and broke into a trot towards the handler’s quarters. Within a few minutes he had returned with a pair of sparring sticks carefully secured in his maw. Smiling she took the sticks and tossed one to Lykaios, trusting he would catch it - if not she would not feel bad at all when it clattered into his head. Perhaps it would knock some sense into him. Both hands seized her stick spaced far enough apart to give her better control over it. Knees bent while one foot slid slightly behind her to help retain her balance and react quickly when he came, ”Or you do not talk enough. Begin.”

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Lykask very much liked Norsk--though he seemed to like just about everyone, in Lykaios' opinion. The blue was his polar opposite. Friendly to everyone, conversational, and often silly-seeming. He made puns, he was purposeful in the way tried to illicit emotional responses out of those he spoke to. Kaios didn't understand him one bit. He was forever trying to draw him out, make him socialize, make him understand that other people would 'add to his life' and 'help him be better'. Still, the bluehandler struggled to understand. He did not know why this blue had chosen him. He had envisioned something entirely different, and did not understand that the very reason Lykask had chosen him was because he was not the future he'd imagined for himself. That future did not involve others, save to protect his home, and lives. He had imagined a large, powerful wher of considerable size--perhaps a bronze, iron, brown or viridian, or, though it seemed a foreign idea to him, a queen or sub-queen wher. Lykask was surprising him with his bulk and growth. He was very muscular, very compact, and very, very strong beyond expectation. Still, no matter what the case, Kaios was a man who, once he'd set his mind on something, had a hard time seeing how it could be so different from what he'd pictured. He had thought he'd be able to understand his partner perfectly, like the same mind. Lykask definitely had his own mind, and ideas, and they differed greatly from His'.

Gog-gles on good, do a thank for care. Mine do make sure.

The blue seemed almost to wriggle, pleased, at Norla's words. Sometimes he was a little sad, for His had a hard time accepting their bond and was often lost in his own thoughts, pushing Lykask out a bit. Yet he wanted the man to know he was there, forever and for always. That he did not have to be alone, because he was not! Lykask was there, now, and would never leave his side. Norla understood! He liked her all the more for it--if it were possible.

Yes, have Lykask! Sometimes Lykask think His forget. Here he seemed to wilt a little, looking apologetically at Kaios, who was pointedly not looking at him. He hadn't forgotten, but it was proving difficult for him, and he did not like to admit that, nor to his discomfort when Lykask decided to take it upon himself to speak for him.

Hunting had been what had given the man comfort. It wasn't that he enjoyed the deaths of other living beings. He enjoyed fishing, as well. It was the skill required, the prowess, and the challenge. He was quite predatory when it came to his enjoyment, perhaps. Yet he respected all life, and yet knew his place in the circle of it. He had not been able to go hunting since he'd bonded. He didn't resent Lykask for it. Yet he certainly found himself feeling restless, and more irritable, as of late. Lykask had noticed, and had been trying to brighten His' spirits, with little result.

Green-gold eyes followed the wher's departure. There was a hint of curious expression in them. Where, precisely, was he going? Surely he wasn't leaving Norla's side out of boredom or desire to be elsewhere? Kaios doubted that. Plus, Lykask looked more than a little interested, shuffling his forefeet as he watched Norsk's retreating form. One the bronze returned with sticks in his mouth, Lykask looked delighted. Sticks were fun to chew on, and play games with! What game would Norsk play? Yet Norsk did not bring the sticks to be chewed, or played with. Instead, he gave them to Norla. Tilting his head to the side, and looking a little saddened for the lack of sticks, Lykask watched curiously.

Kaios had been watching the whole interchange, and when the stick came flying towards him through the air, he deftly caught it. Still, he held it for a moment, looking at it as if he wasn't quite sure what it was he was looking at.

Memories.

He had been a child the last time he'd held a sparring stick. He'd not been very good with it. One! Two! Three! The sounds of the sticks hitting one another was repetitive, and yet they just as often hit him as each other. He had bruises after each sparring match, and had only started to get the hang of it--though no less bruises as his instructor got tougher on him--for it.

At her words, there was a moment's hesitation. He didn't really know what to do with the sparring stick. The memory was vague, and felt like an entirely different lifetime ago. And yet, he had not had any activity of this nature beyond physical training in lessons. He still did so, but when they were taught knife fighting, it was very...controlled. It hardly felt like a challenge to him. He knew what to do with a knife--more than most people he knew. He had had to use a hunting knife for his survival for turns. This, however...this was different. He took Norla quite seriously. She certainly looked serious. Plus, he had a distinct feeling he was about to get his ass handed to him. How he missed a real challenge and outlet!

From what he remembered about sparring, you weren't actually supposed to sneakily hit your sparring partner. He wasn't sure what his first move ought to be, so tried a sudden forward rush, knowing that there was a good chance it was too obvious, and would be deflected or it would backfire. You weren't supposed to aim above the neck, either, and so he aimed for her hip, a sudden, quick move--a clearly inexperienced movement, that, while lacking speed and not terrible accuracy, lacked finesse. It was clear he was trying to handle the stick like a hunting knife. That would not work in his favor unless he utilized the stick properly and was more clever about making the most of the reach on it. He couldn't hope to beat Norla without any real training. In sparring, finesse was a must, and a must he lacked.

Lykask had perked up, sensing that His was feeling a new thing. A fierce sense of competition, and also...some kind of enjoyment! Excited, he watched, leaning forward. He didn't know what they were doing, so, he turned to Norsk a little, and asked curiously,

What do?
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A spar. Norsk’s response was quick and perhaps not all that forthcoming. He understood what it was simply because he had seen Norla do it before but beyond that he didn’t quite gather what the point in it was. His enjoyed sparring from time to time though so far be it for the bronze to question it. Hit sticks to-gether. Some-time hit other too.

Lykaios made his first move and smacked his stick to deflect it. Not content with just that she spun and whipped her own stick around towards him, aiming for his side though there was no malice or true force behind the smack if it landed. Smirking she watched him as he puzzled through his next move as if he was not accustomed to this type of exercise, ”If you keep that up you’ll end up sore in no time.”

Facing him properly once more she held her stick horizontal in front of her, ”Think before you strike and don’t go for what you deem the ‘easy target’.” Knowing his background - or what of it they needed to know for his file - she doubted he’d ever had proper training with this particular style of combat. Knives he was adept at, as was she, but it wouldn’t do to risk either of their lives in a knife fight right now. Lykask may not understand and try to intervene; she refused to cause real harm to a wherling or their wher. ”A dance.”

Eyes narrowed at the man as she watched his footing and stance, adjusting her own accordingly. Every step he took was countered with one of her own in the opposite direction - if he stepped forward she stepped back. He went left she went right. In many ways this was a true dance and though she saw plenty of openings she was patient and waited for him to look slightly more comfortable, if that were possible, before she spoke up. ”Something you’ve learned from your wherling lessons, tell me.” Without giving him a moment to think she thrust her stave towards him, hands sliding a few inches towards her on the polished wood as she dropped low and swept for his legs in an effort to knock him over.

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Lykask did not understand what 'a spar' was, until Norsk gave further explanation. Hit other too? They hit one another with sticks? Lykask did not understand what the purpose of this was. Yet His seemed like he was very into this 'spar', and so the blue watched, content to see what would happen.

Kaios was not precisely surprised when his stick was smacked aside. He was a little surprised as he felt Norla's stick lightly connect with his side. Lightly, especially for him who could take a beating with more ease than many. Still, he was grateful she was not giving it what he knew would have been 'her all' in that swing. He would have had a bruise if so, even if he did not bruise easily. When she said he would 'end up sore in no time', his eyes narrowed as he listened to her explanation. A dance? He did not know how to dance. He had never learned, and been away far too long to have ever had the chance. Still, he hardly wanted to admit that he did not know. He had seen dances. They were calculated, and graceful...and altogether unlike something he, Lykaios, had ever done. Still, he took note of what she did. Every time he moved, she moved. Usually to avoid him, or to counter what he was doing. He watched her feet, since he could clearly see her watching his.

In a place where being distracted would mean you died, at least he was not easily distracted. Otherwise, when she spoke and caught him mentally off guard, that hit she aimed at his legs would have connected and left him on his backside. As it was, it nearly did. He was far better at reacting without thinking than he was at calculated 'dance' fighting. So, he leaped over the stick, and without pause, aimed a strike at her shoulder as he was going past. He certainly did not aim with much force, but with enough speed so as to lessen his chances of missing. Normally he would not be the sort to hold back. Yet he didn't want to hurt her, and could tell by her own strikes she was not aiming to really mark him up, either. It was surprising, since normally instinct dictated he not hold back. He would have wanted to be the victor, and it normally took over in situations like these. Not this time, though.

It was not easy for him to think words when he was in the moment, in an activity. It was as thought speaking and thinking about such things struggled to happen when he was doing anything else. At the best of times, he did not have an easy time conversing with anyone. While otherwise engaged it was frustrating how difficult it was. Still, he struggled to come up with some kind of answer. He did, though. In the end, all said and done, he still did.

"Whers can between." It was a short answer, but it had been something he had not known, and had been surprised to learn. Lykask was feeling smugly proud of His for getting an answer. He remembered His' surprise. It was not often the young man was, after all.
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