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The journey from Rubikon Hold to Vaioa Weyr had been long and painful for Avaia. The moment she left the comfort of the tunnel, her lungs had tightened and she had begun scanning the sky for Thread--despite the fact it had been winter when she set out. She had forced herself to travel away from the safety of walls and across the desert, seeking refuge with caravans and anything else she could just to alleviate the stress. Even with the ever vigil dragonriders, she couldn't shake the fear every time she stood in the open that Thread would fall again and this time... she wouldn't escape.

That was the least of her worries, however. Safely within the walls of the Weyr and surrounded by so many dragons she thought her jaw might hit the floor, the old fear had been pushed to the farthest reaches of her mind. Now her concern was for seeking help, as she intended. Her first inquiry had been directed to an idle greenrider. Once the words "caravan" and "bandits" reached his ears, he had directed her toward the wher troops.

So she lingered within the hallway of the handler quarters, uncertain where precisely she needed to go. Who could she speak to about chasing off the bandits? Would they even be able to help? As she saw the comings and going of handlers and their whers as the sun dipped below the mountains, she entertained an additional thought. How can I become one of them?

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Like the many pairs stirring from their quarters now that nightfall was upon them, Fen and Fenrask were on the move. Only they weren't heading off for mine duties or perimeter sweeps, if the short stave in her hand wasn't clue enough their aim was for the courtyard.

Idly swinging the simple weapon in hand Fen batted it against the brown's side, feeling it bounce off thick hide and rock-hard muscle with little effect. Fenrask rumbled softly in amusement. Smirking in the mutual sentiment she slung an arm over his broad shoulders, giving his neck a hearty slap.

"I'm looking forward to kicking your ass this time," she cooed with ever-sweet tease, fingers curling to scritch warm hide. The brown's response came with a snort.
Hah. Can wish, won't happen.
"Just you wait, buckaroo, I'll have you howling for mercy."

As was the norm their cuddly display and typical banter stopped dead the moment Fenrask noticed someone ahead, a female unknown to him loitering in the hall. Fenrauj didn't much like talking in thought with the brown, she preferred the physical communication for a reason she never deigned to decipher, so until they passed the girl it was all tight lips and blatant ignoring in hopes to not get roped up into some hand-holding endeavour.

Unfortunately Fenrask seemed to have a different idea. He fell behind, Fenrauj ignored it. He stopped, Fen kept going. Eyes narrowed the ruddy brown backpedalled until he was back beside the stranger, his feelings on the matter saying far more than what few words ever could as he whuffed pointedly for the handler to stop. Finally she did, head down and shoulders tense with frustration. Why, of all days, did he pick this one.

Reluctantly, and with the most exaggerated of eye rolls that took her whole head for the ride, Fenrauj spun about and powered on over, staring down this wayward girl with tempered impatience. She was itching to spar and practice, not babysit. Pressing a hand to wrinkled wher neck the handler deterred Fenrask from leaning any closer in his curiosity.

"Hey kid, you lost or something?"
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Avaia didn't pay any attention to the brown and handler as they passed her. She wasn't about to stop someone busy with their own work, after all. When she heard the scuff of claws on the floor, however, and Fenrask reappeared to stare at her, she blinked. "Hello. I'm sorry, am I in the way or something?" she asked, taking a step to the side so she was practically flattened against the wall. "Or maybe I'm not supposed to be here?"

She glanced up as Fenrauj joined them, looking none too pleased for the interruption. Avaia had always been oblivious to such things, however, so she simply offered a smile. "Not lost, no. I'm looking for a... master, I guess? I'm seeking help against bandits and I wasn't sure who to talk to. A dragonrider pointed me this way," she explained. Her gaze lit on the staff and she brightened.

"Lovely staff you have. I always wanted to learn, myself, but never had the chance. Mines aren't the most... spacious for weapons training. Where'd you learn? Is that taught here?" she asked eagerly. She was always looking for ways to be active and get her blood pumping... but she also had a goal set in mind, so she steered her thoughts back to why she was there.

"Ah, anyway, I'm sure you were busy going to do something important. If you can just point me toward one of the masters, I'll get out of your hair."
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Fenrask remained in his characteristic silence as he stood before the female, having taken in her words but given no response of any kind, as was the expected for anyone that knew this wher. Now, with his part played he heeded Fen's request and dropped into a sit, waiting.

Fenrauj allowed her brows to draw as the girl stated her intentions, wondering how bluntly she could update Avaia on the bandit situation and send her on her merry way. Yet when attention turned onto her stave with avid interest, Fen couldn't help but lighten up with the distraction, focusing on those questions first.

"Eh, it's just a practice one, modelled for short sword work," she dismissed, running its length through her hand as she assessed it again nonetheless. She supposed it was well-made. "Self-taught mostly, but the troop likes to keep in shape so yeah you've plenty to learn from. If you don't mind being black n' blue first session that is." A smirk. Personally she thought that was a great way to start.

"Anyway you're looking for Pertor. If he's not in the office -" Fen shrugged, "- he could be off with his rider friend and good bloody luck talking to him then."

Feeling the itch return in full swing, Fen rocked on her heels and slipped her gaze to the ceiling, hastily revising a mental map. "And if you're as new here as you just proved yourself to be, take the first right of the Mine entrance and take it again with the doors. That's the office. Don't know what you're hoping to achieve though. We've got bandit problems up to our ears, kid, it's been trouble for everyone."

Fenrask was suddenly on his feet, close beside the handler with naught but a rustle of stubby wings and perfectly timed to Fen's sudden takeoff. All too glad for the opportunity when it'd came she was already down the hall, stave held up and out as she called back over shoulder.

"Now if you'd excuse me, I'm off to use this sharding thing while the moons're still high."

Despite pacing alongside his dear handler without issue this time, Fenrask had swiveled his great head right around to keep both lamp-like eyes on the girl. And then, a rarity;

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Avaia smiled at the wher and looked back to his handler, sensing she had struck the right chord. Clearly Fenrauj liked physical exertion, like her, so she played to that discovery. "Sounds great to me! You never really learn unless you get smacked around a little, you know? You won't be able to tell the force of a blow unless you feel it." She shrugged and crossed her arms. "I might just have to come back and train here after the bandit thing is taken care of." And maybe stay here. As part of the troop.

"Pertor?" She took in the directions mentally, trying to recreate an image of what Fenrauj said in her mind. Her thoughts screeched to a halt as she mentioned bandit problems close to home, however, and she frowned. Before she could question further, however, the handler had taken off down the hall and Avaia was left gaping after her.

"Well then..." She turned to seek out this Pertor, but stopped as a mind gently touched hers. She glanced back to see Fenrask staring back at her. She bit her thumbnail, considering. She would like to ask more about the bandits, and the handler had said it was possible Pertor wouldn't even be in his office...

She hesitated another moment longer and then pivoted and dashed after the handler, mind made up. "Hey, sorry, one last question for you! You don't have to stop or anything and I can even try sparring with you if that would help with your practice. I just need to know what you mean by having your own bandit problems. They've hit here, too?" she asked, catching up to the handler and wher.
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The brown's little stunt certainly didn't go unnoticed. Pushing for a brisker pace, because if she was going to get a parasite she sure as shells wouldn't make it easy, Fen reached over and promptly flicked a headknob.

"What is with you today?" she hissed quickly before Avaia was upon them. Fenrask held his head high, radiating smugness as he equally picked up his sauntering pace.
Audience better. Good for both. Fen only had the time to clench her jaw and glower balefully at the solid beast before the kid was beside them, her chatter only been half heard. When it clicked a second later Fenrauj heaved a disgruntled sigh. Again with the bandits. They were precisely the reason she was so prickly lately.

Sparing any thought to those fardlers made her angry. Sparing thought to what they could do to her partner made her – dare she ever admit it – scared, and that just made her all the more angrier. She had waited a long time for Fenrask, and she wasn't about to have him go like Tossk so soon. But if the girl wanted to play so be it, Fen'll grumble her way through this.

"They've hit here alright, hit just about everywhere. We've lost whers, nearly handlers, and have achieved shaffit-all against them in return." The Hold entrance was just ahead, the glows beyond it casting low light on the courtyard grounds. "We're a tad irate by that, if you haven't noticed." A veiled apology – yet still not very apologetic. Avaia seemed like she could handle a bit of attitude just fine though.

Finally breaking into the brisk air of outside Fenrauj came to a stop, applying pressure against her eyes in hopes to deter an oncoming headache as she turned to their tagalong. Maybe Fenrask would be right in this case. Oh whatever, right now she just wanted to focus on action and dwell less on thought.

"Look, I'll help you out a bit here." On cue a flash of bright blue popped into existence. Cadet dove a wide curved arch around her, creamy belly nearly scraping ground before a few flaps whisked him up to alight neatly upon Fen's shoulder. Giving the firelizard a candid pat the handler coaxed him onto arm, little claws pricked delicately into jacket sleeve.
"I'll have this anklebiter look around, alright? He finds Pertor, and in the meantime we play around. The game was gonna be some serious wher wrestling, got the guts for it?"

Fenrask padded on ahead into the open space, turning languidly to face them once enough distance had been made. Ready when you were, he seemed to say.
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The pace the handler kept was brisk, a nice refreshing pace after all the meandering Avaia had done recently. It got her blood pumping, made her feel alive. She was half tempted to ask the older woman for a race, but threw that thought to the back of her mind. There were more pressing matters, especially right now with Fenrauj so touchy about the bandits. She hadn't realized they had crossed the mountains as well.

"But how can they get around everywhere? I don't know how fast whers travel, but getting from Rubikon to Vaioa wasn't a quick trip for me. I expect it wouldn't be much better for them," she protested, keeping pace. She slowed as they broke into the open air, stopping when Fen did. How many whers did the bandits have, if they were capable of hitting Vaioa, the caravans out of Rubikon, and numerous other places as well. Anger lashed suddenly in her stomach, startling her, and she glanced a Fen as she expressed her own irritation. The bandits were definitely a problem that needed to be dealt with. She only wished she could help stop them in some way.

The appearance of the flitter surprised her a little. She still had not gotten used to all the creatures within the Weyr and how easily they came and went. She admired them a little and set that as another thing to follow up on when the bandits were dealt with. Perhaps she could find an egg of her own for one of the critters. Turning her attention back toward Fenrauj's words, she brightened.

"Thank you! I really appreciate it!" she gushed, taking a moment to mull over the other words. "Wrestling? I've never done that before, but I can try," she said. She glanced at the wher and eagerness filled her eyes. She whirled back to Fen, practically glowing in her delight. "How do you play?"
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"Rubikon, huh?" Fen couldn't help the disturbing swell of unsettlement at the revelation. After that particularly heated meeting a while back, who wouldn't? Just how many had they picked up from that Hold as of late anyway, its name was wearing out on her she'd heard it that much. Fen shook her head. "Egh, if we knew that we wouldn't be sitting here with our thumbs up our asses." Crude, but true. "I dunno… maybe they pick a place, camp there and get fardling lucky. Repeatedly." Either that or whers suddenly knew how to use between. Hah, wouldn't that just be dandy.

With a shake of her arm Fenrauj sent Cadet aloft and away on his mission, watching the blue dart away with purpose. Then she settled into warm-up stretches, taking the time to look over Avaia more thoroughly. Well built, better than some of the candidates she'd seen scuttling around lately. Fen allowed herself a grin, mood brightened at the prospect of activity at last.

"Nice to have you in, anyway. We'll show ya the ropes." She turned to the wher, weapon at the ready. Fenrask remained steady yet bowed his head, lamp-like eyes flicking towards Avaia, the hidden message all too clear to the practiced handler. Anyone who didn't share a mind with this beast would be utterly clueless to his wordless questions.

"Fine, fine alright." She quickly took the girl's eye, pointing to herself then the brown. "Fenrauj, Fenrask. Well met, yadda yadda, now let's go." Revved up she charged the great creature, ducking sideways when the wher lashed out a clawed foot, the deadly talons flaccid through the motion. Fenrask huffed noisily as he lurched forward, narrowly avoiding the stave that swung for his neck and copping it on a short wing instead.

Smirking Fen put ground between them, mimicking the brown as he paced a circle, head lowered, shoulders hunched. Frankly, any wher combat would be a helluva lot more chaotic, an endless barrage of tooth and claw and fierce battle heat. But this was just a warm up, a session focused more on reaction and speed. A sharpening of the instincts.

Fenrask exploded into motion, barrelling dead-straight for his handler. Ready to meet him with the wooden stave Fen lunged. Her strike fell on air, the brown having pulled a feint and diverted his massive bulk in a sideways skip. Dropping his shoulder he rammed into Fen's side, feeling the sting of the timber pole bouncing off his foreleg as she gave way and toppled.

Rolling in deft recovery Fenrauj quickly righted herself, swinging up the short weapon to point at Fenrask, stopping his follow up mid-charge.

"Ah-ah, gotta favour that leg now bucko."

Grumbling, Fenrask lifted the 'injured' leg and leant more weight onto the other. It was a weird rule when it'd been first introduced, because he wasn't hurt and should thus fight at full strength. It was still weird now, but he understood its purpose. Momentary truce over they both leapt to action again, but it was short lived as the brown aimed a sailing pounce and caught the handler's feet, knocking her to the ground with a swift headbutt and wrapping hot maw around vulnerable throat, effectively pinning the woman.

Dead. He announced simply to them both, Fen's struggles completely futile under the wher's sheer strength. She pushed against the stinking face unhappily, not in the least bit concerned of the bladed teeth lined against her jugular. "Alright arright your win. Lemme up."

Dusting herself off once on her feet, neck slick with wher spit that stained her shirt and sure to have a good number of bruises later, Fenrauj huffed and looked to Avaia, the thrill of adrenaline still bright in her eyes. Shifting the stave she quickly reversed her grip, offering the handle hilt to the girl.

"There, that's our wrestling. He won't hurt you none, he's smarter than that." Waving for Avaia to take the stage Fenrauj stood by in interest. Fenrask resumed his start position.
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"Yes, Rubikon," Avaia confirmed. She didn't have a chance to say more as Fen launched off on her tirade, hearing the frustration in the handler's voice. She sympathized. After all the caravans they had hit lately, she was fed up with them too. Especially after the last one. She could still hear the voice of her latest father-figure gravely informing her that one of her families had been part of the caravan. None were left alive.

Anger flashed once more, but she pushed it down again, noting the warm up exercises the other woman began. Figuring she would probably be better off mimicking her, Avaia began stretching as well. She didn't really know what to expect, but it was better to be too prepared than unprepared. She straightened, confused, when Fen faced Fenrask with with her staff. Wait. Wasn't wrestling supposed to be... physical contact? She shook herself out of the thought when Fen suddenly turned to her again. It was only after she uttered a hurried introduction that she realized she didn't even know their names.

"Oh! Avaia. Well m--" She broke off as the handler charged her wher, squeaking a little in start. She certainly hadn't been expecting that. Watching the way they moved, darting in and out, spinning and twirling made her catch her breath. It was like a dance, all smooth grace and choreography, and she found herself drawn wholly into it. She pressed her palms together, shifting a little on her toes as the two moved. It was over before she was prepared, the wher pinning his handler with his massive jaw.

"Jays, that was amazing!" she gasped, eyes huge and bright. She gawked when Fen offered the staff to her, hesitantly reaching for it. She didn't know how to handle a staff, as she mentioned, and she wasn't at all confident she would last against any wher--much less one as big and skilled as Fenrask. She was certainly going to give it her best shot, though.

Facing the wher, holding the staff like she saw Fen do, she advanced a little, eyeing the wher. He seemed used to Fenrauj's charges and sudden attacks, so she decided to try a different tactic. Maybe enticing him to attack first would give her a better idea of how to counter him. So rather than lunge forward, she simply widened her stance and held the staff poised toward him, waiting to see what he would do.
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Fen caught herself before she started preening at such a positive reaction. She did awful, really. Certainly not deserving of that kind of praise. Usually their sessions went much longer before either made as stupid a blunder as she had done. She was typically rendered breathless first, slowed by exhaustion, not… tripped up like some clumsy oaf. The brown's quiet surge of apology dampened the ire somewhat, a peculiar excitement buzzing behind it. He'd been itching to exercise too, apparently. Didn't mean to catch her so soon.

Nodding to the wher in a simple passing of control - for it was all in his paws now - Fen resumed her watch of the kid. Avaia appeared to be as familiar with the weapon as she said; hardly at all. But she did well enough for mere mimicry. Now if only she hurried up and did something.

Fenrask tilted his head at the half-hearted start, but when it became apparent Avaia wouldn't advance more than that the brown stepped into a slow prowling circle, keeping the distance. How to approach, where to begin? Gazing coolly upon the girl, scrutinizing the opportunities, his gradual stalk continued. Her stance was wide… but lacking proper anticipation. Fenrask decided to play on that first.

Taking just two steps more his haunches bunched and threw him forward. But not even one bound in he suddenly clawed for purchase and swung the other way, leaping from a direct right-side charge to a left in one deft motion, jaw hung open with anticipation of grabbing hold and already planning his next course of action.

If she swung he'd wheel out, if she moved he'd just plough on through. Fenrask was excited to see which one it'd be.
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