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Topic Started: Dec 5 2013, 01:02 PM (550 Views)
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Drust felt helpless, sure there were patrols and practice to keep him and Drusk occupied but now that there was a legitimate threat against the hold and the whole sharding area, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Feck. The others should have listened to him during that raid to recover the stolen copper! Pulled back, regrouped, shown mercy rather than hate. And then there was Crom, threatening their troop, injuring him with an arrow so badly now that he walked with a fecking limp in his right leg.

He lived through the arrow in the gut with no ill effects other than almost dying. But this? This was maddening. He slammed his fist down on his desk and stood up, knocking the chair back. Going to pick it up it slipped from his hand, he growled and grasped it, tossing it across the room so it clattered to the floor with a crack.

Drusk awoke with a jerk, bellowing in groggy alarm, immediately on his feet.

The bluehandler paused, eyes softening ever so slightly, "Sorry buddy. Didn't mean to wake you up." He grabbed his glass of wine and threw it back before going and picking the chair up, setting it proper at his desk with a thump. He rested his hands on the back of it, eyes squeezed shut as he let his breath hiss from his nostrils in an attempt to calm himself. He was overreacting, he knew it, but shards, better in the privacy of his room during the middle of the day than out on patrol with Pewter.

Drusk's breath was warm on his back and a moment later he felt the weight of his wher's head pressed between his shoulder blades.

"Well at least you don't think I'm a crackdusted fool." Drust huffed humorlessly.
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Chrys had little experience with projectile chairs, but she knew that loud noises often meant injury, and her best guess was that something loud and heavy had been dropped or possibly there had been a small explosion. She couldn’t think of a good reason for the latter, but they were in the mines after all. As for the former, well, that was bound to lead to an injury as well. At the least, it worried her enough to draw her attention, and after that, there was no helping it—she had to make sure that everyone was alright.

Her concern only increased as she turned the corner and found herself staring at the familiar door that led to Drust’s quarters. At first, she second-guessed herself, and turned, wondering if the noise had come from elsewhere. She glanced up and down the corridor as if hoping to hear it again, but at the same time hoping not to, hoping nobody had been injured.

Was here, Chrsk confirmed pointedly, snuffling at Drust’s door. I heard.

Chrys pressed her lips together. What was Drust doing in there? Had he been moving a heavy object? She couldn’t see any signs of recent explosion, so that was out. Gingerly she pressed her ear against the door, listening for any clues—an injured Drust, a frantic Drusk—but heard nothing. She sucked in a breath and knocked. “Hello? Drust? Are you in there?”

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Drust jerked at the sound of knocking at his door. Drusk hissed in irritation before he recognized Chrys' voice and hummed instead. His handler on the other hand wasn't sure. Should he just pretend he was asleep and hadn't heard her? Just not answer the door? Chrys would understand right… probably not. No doubt she'd pester him as to why he didn't answer her, but he almost felt relieved by the knowledge that she cared enough to bother. The corner of his mouth twitched up in some sort of mockery of a smile before he mastered his expression, groaning a bit as he stood and ambled to get the door.

"Chrys, what are you doing up? You should be in bed." He slumped against the doorframe, rubbing at his tired eyes. "Is there something wrong?"

Drusk rumbled in discontent, eyes a sorry yellow and leering towards grey as he butted his head against his handler's shoulder without even acknowledging his blue brother and Chrys. Something was terribly wrong, why would his Drust be feeling this way? Was he hurt again? The blue smelled no blood, there were no sharp sticks poking out of him.. or were there? He drew back to get a better look, nostrils wide to try and smell anything strange but all he could pick out was the rancid scent of wine.
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Chrys thought for a moment that she had been wrong about where the noise had come from. The way Drust slumped against the doorframe, and rubbed at his eyes, made it seem like he had just gotten out of bed. But her nose picked up the slight edge of grape juice—yes, wine, maybe—and she frowned. That meant he hadn’t been asleep—probably—and that meant he might have been the one to drop something after all.

She laughed at his question and wrapped her arms around herself. She didn’t like to admit it, but mostly because she felt so selfish when she did. Not like she felt too proud to admit that she had problems, but… Too lucky to be allowed to dwell on her experiences. What right did she have to relive some of her worst moments, when there were those who had suffered far worse than her? Still, it was Drust. He’d shown himself to be a good Squad leader, and a good friend. He’d been patient while she learned to shoot a bow and arrow. He’d never treated her like she was selfish or weak. Even at her most selfish and weak moments.

“Truth is, I had a nightmare,” she admitted softly, eyes dropping to the floor and then hastily looking back up. “Nothing bad, I mean, I just—I saw the raid again, and… couldn’t go back to sleep.” She licked her lips and swallowed hard, trying not to think about that dark, dank cavern full of wher snarls and human screams.

Chrsk nudged her shoulder helpfully. Klah? He asked hopefully. Chrys had taken to sneaking to the kitchens for a mug of sweetened klah whenever the nightmares woke her, so Chrsk had come to associate the drink with feeling better. It was now his habitual suggestion for any bad situation.

Chrys skritched him under the chin fondly. No, I’m fine, she told him. And she was. The nightmare had faded quickly tonight.

She sucked in a breath as if to clear her head. “But—sorry, I wouldn’t have bothered you. I mean, I didn’t mean to wake you. Only, I wasn’t sure if you were already awake, but… I heard a loud crash and I think it came from in here. So I just wanted to make sure everything was… all right.” She finished lamely and looked up at him, brow knit just slightly. He didn’t look very drunk, but there was more than just exhaustion in the slump of his shoulders.

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Drust nodded and looked to the floor when Chrys admitted she'd had a nightmare about the raid. He had often wondered if he was the only one still dwelling on that night. How could he not though? The cries and pleas of innocent women and children, the stench of death so concentrated in those caves.

"I wasn't asleep, I was mulling my thoughts over some wine and knocked my chair over by accident.. it slipped from my hand when I first grabbed it so I gave it a toss.." He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly embarrassed by such a ridiculous response to something so trivial. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to alarm you. I should have handled that better than I did. I just.." He grimaced, face drawn into pained lines before he mastered his expression. He had no right to be so weak, not here, not ever but there was something about his Second.. no Chrys was more than just his Second, she'd been his friend before the squads had even been established. He'd come to trust and depend on her more than anyone else..

Well obviously there wasn't anything physically wrong with his handler, and whatever it was he seemed to feel better with Chrys there. Drusk huffed and gave the woman a fond nudge with his snout, a warble of greeting to his blue brother and began pawing and sniffling at the furs of his bed.

The slight bags under Chrys' eyes were obvious in the dim light and seemed to have become a more common feature among the troop's handlers anymore. He pulled himself away from the doorframe, stepped back gingerly on his stiff leg to make a wide gesture with his arm. "You're welcome to join me for a glass of wine since it doesn't seem as though either of us will be going back to sleep any time soon."

There was a nervous jitter in his gut, as though Drusk had just caught a suspicious scent or Boll had spotted an unfamiliar figure in the distance. But his blue was prepared to settle down again for the day and the bronze flitt was off doing Faranth knew what. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling but.. to feel it in response to the thought of her saying 'no' was just very strange and almost too much.
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Chrys managed a tired smile at his explanation. Not a big deal, then. Just venting some anger. She knew perfectly well how it felt. She’d slipped out once or twice to run around the Weyrbowl until her legs gave out, or chuck pebbles into the desert. Somehow, draining herself of all energy seemed to drain away the pain too.

Chrsk chirped back at Drusk, as cheerfully as he could muster, and nosed Chrys’s hand again. Chrys skritched him vaguely and blinked up at Drust.

“I’m not much of a drinker,” she confessed, already stepping forward, “but I’d love to join you.” She could drink decently, but she became drunk fairly quickly. She rarely suffered from splitting hangovers, but her small frame did not stand up well to alcohol. Two drinks had her stumbling and giggling.

She turned to glance again at Drust as she edged into her room, and his familiar features made her smile. Being around him was comfortable in a way that she had hardly ever experienced before. And he wouldn’t mind if she couldn’t drink very much.

Chrsk shuffled in behind her and settled near the table, where he hoped Chrys would sit. Chrys watched him and grinned before taking a seat. Her blue trusted Drust and Drusk but nonetheless hated to be out of her presence.

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Drust grinned as he placed a glass in front of Chrys filling it almost to the brim. Drinker or not there was no way he was going to skimp. "If we get through this whole mess without me becoming the target of another arrow I'll be a happy man." He placed a lone lit candle on the table and groaned as he settled down in the chair across from her, one hand on his protesting hip, the other refilling his own glass.

He took a long draught, "If this disaster doesn't get taken care of soon the others might start calling me a drunkard." He shook his head and chuckled humorlessly. "Not on this awful stuff." Oh what he wouldn't give for a couple bottles from Benden, maybe someday he could convince one of the dragonriders to help him out. The thought sparked an idea as he looked across the table at his Chrys. In the dim light from the various glows and the single candle he had burning, the anxiety and broken sleep had painted a clear picture across his friend's face.

"You and I should take a vacation after these bandits get chased off once and for all." He mused, a slight smile making his eyes crinkle. "Take a ship and visit Ista for a couple weeks with Chrysk and Drusk, Nuin can handle the others and Pertor will eventually get over it."

Drusk hadn't the foggiest idea what a ship or Ista were, let alone a vacation but he perked up enough to raise his head from where it had rested on his paws and burble in curiosity. By how happy it was making his handler, it was definitely an adventure he could throw his lot in with.
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Chrys bobbed her head once or twice, listening and watching his face. He might joke about being a drunkard but she knew him well enough to know that, at least yet, there was no real danger. The caravan had seen its share of drunks, proper drunks, and Drust had his act together much more than that.

She raised his eyebrows at his next proposition, but to her own surprise, a little giggle burst from her lips involuntarily. She realized she was smiling. “A vacation to Ista?”

Chrsk had passed through Ista once—or, more accurately, their caravan had passed through Ista once, after Chrsk had hatched. His dim memory would be unable to recollect any of it, but he peered from Drust to Drusk and then back to Chrys as he received the competing sense of pleasure and dismay—pleasure because Chrys remembered warm beaches, dismay because Chrys remembered bright sunlight.

Chrys laughed properly and reached down to skritch her wher at his headknobs. “Don’t worry, if you want to come out in the sun you can wear your goggles, remember?”

Don’t… like, he responded, with hesitant reluctance. Chrys knew the blue tolerated the goggles when they were patrolling, or in danger, but she supposed he’d only ever acquiesced to them because they were a necessity. He didn’t really like wearing them at all.

Chrys sighed and tasted the wine. It had a slightly sharp edge, but was crisp and pleasant in her mouth. She gazed at the glass as if it could conjure up a solution. “Once these bandits get chased off once and for all,” she murmured. “I wonder. Will they ever go away? What will we have to do to make that happen?”

She lifted the glass to her lips and swallowed a large mouthful, quickly, more for the mental effect than because it would actually affect her so quickly, but she felt she needed the courage to say what she wanted to say. “Can I… tell you something?” She risked looking up at him and then smiled weakly. By now, she knew, Drust was the person in the troop least likely to judge her for this thought. In front of some of the others she wouldn’t dare voice it. “Sometimes I think I’m not cut out for this job. Back in the caravan Chrsk and I did guard work, but we never actually saw any violence. We ran into some wild whers a few times but we chased them off no problem. I thought I was going to be working in the mines once I got to Vaioa. This… patrolling, and combat, and bandit business. I don’t… resent, you know, I understand we’re the best weapon the Hold and Weyr has right now. And I’ll do what is expected. I mean. I can’t live here and not answer my duties. But… I don’t think it’s necessarily the right job for me. I’m better with a bow now, I can hit a target and damage someone, but I just… can’t kill many more of them. I know it’s wrong of me to say, but… even the whers that attacked those candidates, you know, even the bandits who stole from the mines. I don’t feel right killing them. I know we agree on the… the time we raided their base, and killed all of those families. But even the ones who have committed crimes, the ones who aren’t innocent. I just… don’t think I can take it for much more. And we’re probably going to have to kill them all. I don’t see how this is going to end.” She sighed and covered her eyes with her hand briefly before dropping her hand and taking another drink from her glass.

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"Yes of course, anything." Drust smiled in return, a touch of concern on his face. He listened carefully, not at all surprised by what she admitted.

"Drusk and I were caravan guards as well before.. unfortunately we weren't so lucky to not run into bandits." He spoke carefully, "We knew what we were getting into when we came here but.. I understand." He chuckled weakly, "The only thing we can do is hope that this whole bandit, rogue wherhandlers thing will end. Though it doesn't seem likely, given the circumstances. And that is.. disheartening."

We make sure they go away. Drusk reassured, rolling onto his side and stretching languidly. That thought was silly, not making the bad ones go away. Not protecting everyone. Of course they could do it as far as the blue was concerned.

Drust paused momentarily, allowing himself a glance over at his wher and considering his next words carefully despite the wine in his system. He reached out, gently taking Chrys' small hand in one of his own and covered it with the other. "Pewter has always been my first concern and having you as my second, at my side has been both a privilege and an honor."

"I-if I can speak plainly." He stuttered, nervous for one of the very few times in his life. "I've come to.. care about you, no more than that.." He squeezed her hand and allowed himself to meet her gaze. Before Chrys he'd never felt such affection for anyone in his entire life, never bothered to get close enough. Somehow she'd gotten under his skin, kindled a longing he'd never felt let alone understood. He wasn't sure what he was doing, or if what he was going to say would drive her away from him but he refused to keep silent any longer.

"I adore you." He spoke softly, a small grin and a nervous little huff of relief now that he'd finally confessed. "I don't know what or if anything will come of this.. and if I'm offending you, please, stop me." There was a twang of fear that she'd walk out on him, "With the way things are going, I didn't want it to go unsaid if something were to go wrong.." He spoke quickly then trailed off, his face falling into pained lines at the very thought.

Maybe he was being stupid attempting to form such an attachment. In all likeliness, remaining with the troop would lead to one or both of their demises. Still it was too late now, he wouldn't take back what he said and really if he was honest with himself, it had been too late since the moment the two of them had crossed paths.
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Chrys watched Drust’s face for some emotion, something to understand the meaning behind his words. She saw his nervousness and looked away, down at her fingers. A small smile slipped onto her lips. The overwhelming urge to comfort him took over, so much so that she actually looked up and lifted a hand as if to brush his hair back, but then she pulled away slightly.

“No, you’re not… offending me.” She ducked her head slightly and smiled again.

Chrsk was watching the pair interact closely, and he perked up when he felt the turmoil of emotions inside Chrys’s chest. What Drust say?

Nothing, I mean, let me figure this out first.

Chrys enjoyed spending time with Drust, and she trusted him beyond anyone else in the squad. She had known this for a while. But adore? Well… she’d never really thought about it after all. His confession left her slightly confused, or more like caught off-guard, but she supposed it wasn’t a complete surprise. She could have seen their partnership turning romantic.

Chrys had been involved in the physical aspects of romance before, but it had been very rare for her to be invested in someone emotionally as much as she was with Drust.

She wasn’t completely sure yet what she wanted, but she knew his words made her feel happy. She felt slightly out of her league, but his final words struck home. If something were to go wrong… then she knew she would regret not telling him how she felt, even though she wasn’t completely certain herself.

“And I care about you too. Very much.” She met his eyes and smiled again. She could see on his face, the nerves, the fear of rejection. The small amount of alcohol she’d had made her feel slightly lightheaded, and she dimly wondered if this was reckless, or if this was okay. “When you say you don’t know what would come of this… I don’t know. I don’t know what I want to come of it. Right now I think I want to just… keep doing what we’re doing and see what happens. You know? I enjoy being with you. And Chrsk likes you and Drusk, which is probably a bigger indication than my own feelings. So I don’t want to change anything. I just want to go slow. And enjoy however long we’ve got together.” She suddenly realized that sounded grim, and giggled. “I mean, outside of work, and bandits, ‘n stuff. I’m sure we’ll be able to take care of them. Hopefully. I think you’re right.”

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