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 Posted: Nov 10 2017, 11:14 AM
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She wasn't supposed to be here, but that wasn't a deterrent in the past, nor was it one now.

As far as her aunt knew, she was asleep in their room. The older woman picked her up from the creche for the night since she was off duty the next day. Unfortunately for the early sleeper, Cesselia was a night wherry. Restless in the late hours, she often slipped away from the creche and went exploring. Patrolling wherhandlers returned her most nights, but on a rare occasion, she timed her escape right and found a new place to investigate. Tonight it was the crafting quarters.

Cess ducked into a low lit room, eyes wide, steps quiet. She recognized some of the tools and devices in here. This was where the Tanners worked, tirelessly making leather for the riders and handlers of the weyr. Her nose wrinkled. As interesting as tanners were, their Craft smelled bad. Came with the trade, since hides didn't cure in wildflower water. A tiny smile plucked at the corners of her mouth. Small hands skimmed along the edge of tables and racks, careful to never stray close to anything sharp or too important looking.

Content in poking around the room (searching for hiding places!), she failed to notice the other person occupying the room. Someone who might have a word or two to say to a lone weyrbrat crawling under work tables and climbing on benches.

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 Posted: Nov 10 2017, 12:07 PM
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It was reasonable enough to assume that no one would be in the tanners’ quarters this late. Crafters often worked hard, but most didn’t stay at it through the wee hours. Xaverex was an exception. Angel had chosen to go to sleep on the corner of a worktable while he took inventory of all his hides and the work he had yet to do. It was something of a break; he had gone to get food and brought it back. Actually stopping work wasn’t an option; he had arranged an unusual and impractical system, with a clipboard and hide perched dangerously on one forearm, braced against his chest so that it wouldn’t tip. The hand that should have been holding the board instead held a sandwich, charmed from the cooks with a smile and a little flirtation. Xaverex took a bite and tallied up the stack of half-cured hides before him. As easy as it was for him to keep track of his entire workshop in his head, it was also a good idea to have a record of his things written down somewhere, just in case.

Busy with his sandwich-eating and the tanning thoughts circling around his head, the journeyman didn’t notice the little girl steal into his workshop. Angel, stirring a little between firelizard dreams, was the only one to see her. The green lifted her head and watched the child sneak in. Rather than croon a greeting, she remained silent, resting her muzzle again on her paws. Had the child been up to any mischief, she would have done something about it, but as it was, the girl just looked like she was playing, or exploring.

Angel loved children. Unable to help herself, she unfolded herself after a moment, unfurling her slim wings and taking off to glide the short distance to the girl. Angel rarely gave any thought to humans’ personal space; she landed neatly on the child’s shoulder with a welcoming hum, and if the girl permitted it, she would slide into position as a living scarf.

Sensing his flit’s sudden pleasure at having company, and very aware that she wasn’t on his shoulder, Xaverex turned. Perhaps the child was sneaky, but the shop wasn’t so dark that she was invisible. Rather than be irritated, the tanner raised a brow at her. ”Watch her,” he said in a perfect deadpan. ”She’ll love you to death if you let her.”

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Cesselia inhaled sharply and winced. The flit landing on her shoulder made the girl flounder, back hitting the wall, heart pounding. Through rapid blinks and questing hands, she realized that the green was friendly. Very friendly. Finger tips hesitantly skimmed beneath the firelizard's chin and between her headknobs. It was okay. She was okay. Everything, was okay. She drew in a breath, only to have it stifled by someone speaking. Cess faced the source of the voice. An older man. The strong, intimidating sort. She quailed away, skittish in being discovered. Would he send her back to the creche? Her eyes darted back and forth, assessing, searching. But eventually, they settled on his face, her mind processing his words over his appearance and tone.

Her hands were splayed on the green's hide, who wrapped around her shoulders like a scarf.

She found a handful of the flitter's tail and held it close to her face, hiding her mouth. Cess was a toucher and liked non-humans more than humans. So she was always wanting to hold firelizards, pet dogs or stroke wher's hides. It was simply how she contextualized the world around her. Deciding that she didn't quite trust the man to let her on her way, she remained against the wall and clung to the overly affection firelizard as if it were her own. After a long, wary minute, she lifted a hand from the green and offered a tiny wave. Hesitant.

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Angel hadn’t meant to scare the girl; she hummed worriedly as the child smacked into a wall and radiated fear. After a moment the child recovered, and reached up to cautiously explore the green’s hide; crooning softly and rubbing her head against the girl’s fingers. There was nothing to fear from her – no sirree! Angel was the neighbourhood snuggle bug, friend to all. Always happy to have attention, she fluttered her wings a little, letting the child pet her as she noticed Xaverex. Hers was harmless, of course – at least to children and those who gave him no cause for anger – but the girl seemed afraid. Gently, the flit offered her images of warmth and happiness, of her human smiling and working and harmless. For now she withheld pictures of Karderoth; she didn’t know if the child would ask about him, and Xaverex when triggered wasn’t harmless.

Perhaps he wasn’t much of a kid person, but the ex-rider was aware enough to notice when a child was afraid. The girl stared at him, apparently thinking, and then lifted Angel’s tail to hide her mouth. Xaverex waited, figuring that either she would do something to indicate she was okay with staying, or she would make for the hills and take off. After a short while, it was the former; she lifted a hand and barely waved.

Taking another bite of his sandwich, because a man had to eat no matter whether small children were invading his shop, the tanner set his charcoal down on the precariously balanced clipboard and waved back. The barest hint of amusement touched his eyes. ”Don’t worry, kid. You’re not in trouble. Just don’t touch anything sharp.” So far she didn’t seem to be causing any trouble – if she had been, Angel would have let him know. So, rather than push the child, Xaverex glanced back to his work, tallying up the last of the hides. Without looking at her, he scratched a few more numbers on the hide. ”What’s your name, girl?”

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She wasn't in trouble?

Cess kept stroking the firelizard and watched the man eat. He seemed more interested in his meal than her trespassing. And his flit was nice. So very, very nice. She could just hold and cuddle the green and be so happy. Her presence made the girl feel a little less lonely. But her aunt was not about to buy her a pet. So unless she stumbled upon a wild clutch or someone gave away kittens, she would remain without animal companionship. It would be hard to let the firelizard go. She knew it had to happen. The green did not belong to her. But for a brief moment, she could cuddle the creature and pretend she was loved by something that would never leave her.

What shattered that illusion was the flit flooding her with happy images of Hers. Him smiling and working, giving Cess an insight into how she saw her person. She sighed. Of course he was a good man. He wouldn't have a friendly flit like this if he wasn't...right?

Still wary, but no longer afraid, she watched him continue his work. Marking on hide as he ate. She stiffened when he asked about her name. Everyone always wanted a name.

In a quiet, barely there voice that clearly wasn't used often, she said, "Cesselia."

It was all most ever got from her. Speaking was difficult for the girl. She knew how to hold a conversation just fine, but talking built up relationships, and made one grow close to others. What was the point in getting attached if the other person was just going to leave you or hurt you in the end?

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 Posted: Nov 12 2017, 04:53 PM
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Maybe she didn’t belong to the little girl, but Angel was happy to let the child pretend that she did. A die-hard cuddle bug, she was more than content to play the role of scarf, and she hummed contentedly as the girl petted her. Well-attuned to the symptoms of human distress, the green thought that she sensed that emotion in the girl, and she wound a little more tightly around the girl’s neck. People seemed to like that sort of thing; it resembled a hug, and some people liked hugs as much as Hers did. (Well, he liked hugs from her, but not other people. That would probably freak him out a little bit.)

Rubbing her cheek against the girl’s face, Angel warbled happily. Xaverex let the child and flit be, aware that the girl was watching him but unconcerned about it. Why would he be? She was far and away more afraid of him than he could ever be of her – even if he were capable of being afraid of another person. He wasn’t. Xaverex feared only one thing, and it certainly wasn’t a skinny little kid.

”Xaverex. You can sit wherever you like as long as there aren’t tools on it,” he suggested, still not turning to look at her. His presence seemed to make her nervous, so he let her alone. Instead of watching the kid, he moved along the wall to the rack of riding straps, and set the charcoal on his clipboard. Another bite of sandwich disappeared as he counted off sets of straps and marked them down, tallying off groups of five. For all intents and purposes, he was more interested in his work than the little girl. Wasn’t it rather late for her to be out wandering around, though?

Well, whatever. At least she’d happened on his shop instead of the lair of some weirdo. She could hang out if she wanted to; Xaverex didn’t have a problem with that.

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 Posted: Nov 12 2017, 11:13 PM
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Xaverex.

Cess committed the name to memory and continued to watch the tanner for a short while longer. When she was certain he was more engrossed in his work than watching her, she relaxed, curiosity overcoming fear at last. Holding the green tight, she crept towards Xav, inching closer until she stood at a stool near the hides he was working on. Her nose wrinkled. The smell truly was atrocious. Releasing her hold on the flit, she climbed on the stood and peeked at the cleaned hide, still damp and awaiting fitting upon a drying rack. Gross. She looked again at the man. He was eating...how how he eating with this smell?

He was writing something down as he ate. She tilted her head, peering even closer. At this point, she was within a pace of the man. Of course, she couldn't help but touch something. Even if the occupant of the room was right there and probably very aware of her actions. She she reached out and ran a hand along a cured strip of leather on the table. It needed stitching into a proper strap, but it was dry and had that curious texture akin to a cyan wher's hide.

Pulling her hand away from the strap and sat down properly on the stool and stared at him in the uncanny way children do when something (or someone) interested them.

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Angel was more than happy to be used as a security blanket. She was also pleased to find that the child grew bolder once Xaverex turned his back; eventually she was carried back in the direction of Hers as Cesselia sneaked closer and closer. Perhaps she thought the man wasn’t paying attention. Certainly he gave that impression, but the ex-rider was very good at pretending when he wanted to be. Apparently busy eating his sandwich (which was mostly gone) and scratching out his inventory on the hide, he appeared for all the world to be ignoring the girl.

To an extent, he was. But he was also keenly aware of her movements, so when she came to stand within feet of his elbow, the tanner was hardly surprised. Still ignoring her, the crafter let his gaze slide sideways to watch her out of his peripheral vision. Like a spooky animal, she was – nervous when approached, but braver when he turned his back. Funny.

Softly came the sound of the child touching a strip of leather, but nothing collapsed or broke, so Xaverex mostly ignored that too. After a moment, the girl was done with the leather and apparently decided to rest, for he heard her sit. Tolerantly scrawling away, the ex-rider soon found that he was out of items to inventory, at least on this wall, and he finally turned around. Only halfway, and only as he was stuffing the last bite of sandwich into his mouth. He raised a brow at her, noting the intent stare with which she was fixing him.

He allowed himself the tiniest of smirks, partly because Angel had wedged her head directly under the child’s chin and started emitting happy sounds of snuggling. ”So, kid.” Apparently he had asked her name only for formality, since he hadn’t bothered to use it since. ”Sorry if you were eyeballing that sandwich.” He smirked. ”Kitchen ladies made it for me special.” Was he planning to ask why she was here?

…Nah. Probably not. Xaverex didn’t like prying questions, and she was all of maybe ten. No point questioning her; that was the crecheworker’s job. If she was going to hang out in his shop in the middle of the night, though, the kid was going to have to put up with a bit of the tanner’s teasing humour.

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Cess shook her head. She was not interested in his food. If she were, she would have just taken it or not bothered with him at all and stole into the kitchens. Idle hands scratched the green's throat and chin before she wrapped her arms around her as if she were a stuffed toy. Cess nuzzled the flit. Sweet and nice and safe. In her mind, she pictured her mama Elde's big, scary green wher. She always made a ruckus, was pushy and growly and possessive. But the massive creature was gentled by Elde's firm hand. Stoicism kept aggression in check, and help turn her almost...maternal. Cess was no egg in need of watching, and the green groused the whole time, but as a small child, she would ride upon her back, feeling taller than the mountains. Every so often, the wher played babysitter, and she'd fall asleep curled up against the massive beast.

Sadness picked at her heart. The sight of greens made her happy as well as sorrowful. So many fond memories dashed away. Her mama Elde was strong enough to endure everything but the loss of her partner of so many Turns.

Pushing aside her thoughts, she once more looked at the hides littering the table. Cess picked up that cured strap and held it out to Xav. Her head quirked to the side. The universal sign of wanting to know more.

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Perfectly happy to be treated like a stuffed toy, since her existence revolved around snuggling anyway, Angel acted the part. Nuzzling her face against the girl’s, she wiggled closer into her arms, emitting soft sounds of contentment. Cesselia was not Hers, but she was a very acceptable snuggler. Slightly less warm than Xaverex, she decided, but warm enough to be comfortable, and sweet and kind. Yup, she would do.

Despite lacking his usual green scarf, Xaverex seemed none the worse for it as he put down the ledger of items in his shop. Shame he’d run out of things to inventory already. What was he to do with such efficiency? Might very well be the death of him, at this rate. At the very least he was now out of nonphysical projects – just in time for him to finish his sandwich, but that also meant that he would be firing up new projects in the middle of the night. Hm. The idea had mixed appeal. If the kid was borrowing his firelizard, he probably wouldn’t sleep anyway. Angel would come back the moment he called, but even he wasn’t rough enough to rip the flit away. Girl looked like she needed the green more than he did right now, anyway.

Having committed himself to nothing yet, the tanner was still idly watching the girl and her new friend when she picked up one of the straps on his table. She tilted her head, and he lifted a brow at her, nodding at the leather in her hand. ”Riding strap. That one still needs some stitching, buckles, and finish work, but it’ll look like those others on the wall when it’s done.” Finding the corner of his table just behind him, Xaverex leaned against it, crossing his arms lazily over his chest. ”You got a craft, short stacks?” He grinned. ”Or do you just want to know more about tanning?”

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Riding strap. It was not bright enough to see the wall clearly, but she understood what those were. She lived long enough in a weyr and been around enough dragons in her few Turns to know what those looked liked up close. Though they did look far different before they were ready to be used by a rider. She turned the strap over in her palm, brow furrowed as she tried to picture it completed and like the others. Her grey eyes fixed on the glint of metal on the table, likely tools to shape the leather into what was needed. She glanced between said metal and the strap, her mind trying to work out their purposes based on what she had in her hand, and what she knew it could one day be. Though her musings were cut short by the Tanner's inquiry. Cesselia shook her head.

She was no Crafter. Too young and, well, no one would want her as an apprentice anyway. Which was fine. They'd probably leave her too. Everyone eventually did. Cess bit her lip and laid the leather down. She would not mind if he told her more about tanning. It would be a welcome distraction. So she gave him a small, hesitant nod as she nudged a spool of thread with her now free hand.

Until he told her to leave, it appeared that Cess was staying right where she decided to perch.

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Apparently the kid was interested in his craft. Well, who knew? Xaverex supposed that if she had a passing interest in tanning, at least she had found the right place to take her late-night adventures. She appeared thoroughly engrossed in her study of the incomplete riding strap, and satisfied with his answer about it. Neutrally, the tanner watched her gaze flit between the strap and the tools on the table, wondering if she would ask about those too. Not that ‘ask’ was the right term for the little head-tilt she had chosen to employ, but it was close enough. At least she wasn’t a chatterbox. Xaverex might have tolerated a bit less of her if she were.

”Ahh. Creche brat, then?” he inquired cheerfully, because why not? Cesselia didn’t actually have to answer questions for the tanner to keep asking them. After all, it was his workshop she’d chosen to invade. Given that she seemed interested in his craft, the ex-rider decided that it probably wouldn’t hurt to let her watch. And since she had so helpfully pointed out his next bit of work for him, Xaverex elected to get to it. Among the other accoutrements on the table sat a glowbasket, and striding over, the tanner opened it as he thunked his weight onto the bench next to said table.

Since a collection of those unfinished straps was currently taking up residence in his workspace, the tanner grabbed one of them and a lost-looking buckle sitting on the far side of the glowbasket. Having acquired a makeshift student, the ex-rider turned slightly in her direction, threading one end of the strap through the buckle. ”Finishing riding straps,” he informed her mildly, ”is pretty easy. You run the strap through the buckle – like so – and fold it over itself. You end up with about half the length of leather you started out with, but once you stitch it together, it’s much stronger.”

Having measured the strap out, Xaverex slipped on a leather-padded glove and a thick, hollow needle for leather stitching. Clearly running on autopilot, the tanner set about methodically stitching the strap together, his eyes on his work as he spoke. ”You can save a lot of leather if you don’t double it up, but if a strap breaks during Threadfall or drills you’ll have a dead rider.” Darkly, the thought flitted through his head that a dead rider was better than a dead dragon. He didn’t look at the girl or acknowledge the idea as he continued. ”There will be a metal ring affixed to the other end, once it’s stitched that far. I always make straps in pairs – one for adjusting, and one for a sort of anchor, as this will be.”

Several stitches later, he glanced at the kid with a smirk. ”Boring enough for you, kid?”

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