Stronger For You (Open)

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Huff. With a pant, the little wher put forward another foot, shaking slightly. While it was only a few meters from where she started, Lucisk had a lot of trouble making it to where her Handler crouched, crooning words of encouragement and smiling. A soft whimper and the white looked up in to the smiling, tanned face. The red lips curled in to a gentle smile while bright eyes sparkled. "C'mon! Show those idiots that you can do it!" A nod and the little thing took another step, falling in to her Handler's strong arms.

"Alright! You did it!" Lucisk did good? Did good? Lucisk make Lucisk's happy. Soft laughter and the tall woman ran a hand over the wingless wher's back. "Of course! You always make me happy! Silly girl!" N-not mad...Not mad t-that Lucisk...Lucisk...not...not strong?

Frowning, Lucine shook her head. "Silly little girl. Of course you're strong! And you're getting stronger every day. I bet we'll be the strongest wher and Handler in the weyr before long!" Squeaking happily, the exhausted little white let herself collapse fully, satisfied that her Handler wasn't possibly lying. Lucine didn't lie!

Actually, it was quite evident that the woman believed it. Even if Lucisk couldn't move mountains, Lucine would work so she could do it for her White. Besides, she was sure there were other definitions of strength! It was a strange thought, seeing as she believed so firmly, but, the time with Lucisk was...beneficial. After all, it was hard to believe in only physical strength when the one closest to you was less than physically able. "Now, let's get you some water!"

Setting the wher on the ground for a moment the woman rolled up her trousers before picking up the tired little White. Wading in to the river, Lucine crouched down, smiling when Lucisk showed she had some remaining energy, leaning to drink up some of the cool water. Lucisk's...L-Lucisk's so nice! Laughing, the girl shook her head.

"Not so much." Huffing, partially from exhaustion, the wher shook her head as well.

Yes! Yes! Lucisk's nice, nice, nice!

"Alright. Whatever you say, Cheif."

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Farther down the riverbank, a green dragon and her rider walked side-by-side at a leisurely pace. The rider tall and dark, the dragon small and pale, they made a striking contrast to one another in appearance, though both wore identical expressions of open, friendly interest. Though M'yo took several strides to each of Pensith's, they were both far more interested in examining their surroundings than in getting anywhere in any particular hurry. They were riders of the Watch, here to investigate, after all.

At the riverbank, Pensith briefly dipped her head to drink. But something caught her eye, and she shook droplets of water off her muzzle before nudging at her rider's shoulder. M'yo. Is that... a white wher?

"Hmm?" He leaned over and looked past his dragon's shoulder. Sure enough, there was a woman with a young wher... And the wher's hide, while it could have been mistaken for merely very light like his own Pensith's, was upon further inspection quite clearly white. Incredible! He knew that there had been atypicals in the dragon clutch, but a rare color in the wher clutch as well? Perhaps it wasn't Semith and her blue at all - perhaps it was something in the water, or the diet at Warden's or - oh, so many possibilities!

I will stay here, so I do not frighten them. Go talk to her. Pensith nudged at his shoulder encouragingly.

M'yo hesitated. His orders were to interview the new weyrlings... as well as anyone else at the weyr, as he saw fit. And a white wherling definitely fell in the category of relevant. But this didn't need to be an interrogation, and he intended to keep it casual and polite if he could. Hopefully the handler wouldn't object to his interest.

Approaching Lucine and Lucisk, he called out to the two of them. "Hello! Do you have a moment?"