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Post by maggie on May 16, 2011 23:25:28 GMT -5
Kaydian was beaming as he walked ahead of the guard who was accompanying him to his appointment with Jessan. Not only had he been able to talk to someone, albeit a non-scary someone, at the bonfire, he also had managed to acquire a pet. A pet that seemed to judge his every move, but that was ok. He let himself be scratched and fed and put up with Kaydian's talking at him. He even was learning how to keep things perfectly neat. He had actually looked somewhat neutral, when Kaydian had cleaned him and oiled him and made him a nice little place to sleep. Neutral was better than disappointed, so Kaydian took this as a good sign.
The little, although little was a relative term, since he was growing fast and looked like he was going to be a big boy, was perched on his human's shoulder, his tail trying to wrap around Kaydian's neck, although it didn't quite reach yet. He peered around from his perch, very unimpressed with this new corridor. Perhaps he had thought that leaving the small area he had known in his short life would be more interesting, but now, he was very disappointed.
Kaydian knocked on Jessan's door, waiting for her to let him in. His flitt stared at the guard who had accompanying him, his look not exactly praising the man's accompanying skills. Kaydian scratched his eyeridges, which made him lean into the finger a bit, mollified. He still paused to give the guard a final disappointed look and headshake.
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Post by nozomi on May 18, 2011 21:48:48 GMT -5
The guard, at least, looked just as unimpressed as the little firelizard.
Jessan glanced up from her scrolls with the sound of that knock, hair tangled up behind one of her ears from the braid it had been caught up in. Her lips parted to an 'o' of surprise, and for a moment, all she did was stare at the closed door. Warden said 'no' to candles, and without a window in her makeshift office, Jessan could tell little in the way of time. She had her glows for light, and guards to let her in or out when she wasn't working or puttering out or whatever it is she felt like doing at that moment.
"Yes?" Well, that didn't sound professional. Jessan cleared her throat and stood, pulling out her scroll of the weeks appointments with her. Arkady had been the other day and - ah ha! Well, then. Kaydian. The Mindhealer gathered the scroll to her chest and opened the door for her patient, a smile once again on her face. She smiled for Kaydian! And rather enjoyed it.
"Kaydian! It's a pleasure to see you again. And you've brought a bit of company with you." She stood to the side and ushered him in. This time, Jessan made no move to tidy up the scrolls on her table, and settled down in her chair. "What is this gentleman's name?"
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Post by maggie on May 18, 2011 22:46:26 GMT -5
Kaydian beamed. "This is Log!" he said proudly, reaching up to show Log off. Log looked at Jessan. He very slowly scrutinised her, looking up and down. He glanced over at his human, then back at her and sighed. Kaydian blushed. "He's always like that," he apologised. "At least he's not bitey or mean like some of his brothers and sisters." He patted Log on the head. Log sighed again. "And he's very neat. He doesn't disapprove of my tidying."
He paused, still fussing a bit over the flitt. "I talked to someone on the beach, too. A new person. He was nice. And not that scary." He smiled at her. "He liked the dragon I made with shells. Log seems to like it kind of when I talk to people and don't stay in my corner, even if he seems disappointed in people."
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Post by nozomi on Jun 2, 2011 0:02:41 GMT -5
"Still--" Jessan paused, her lips curling up into an expression of genuine amusement when that little firelizard looked her over. The Mindhealer arched an eyebrow, her fingers up in greeting. Alas, Log indeed happened to be disappoint, and Jessan chuckled. "Still, he's a lovely boy, disapproving or not. It's good to hear he doesn't frown upon your straightening things up."
She gestured to the two empty chairs; if Kaydian was going to visit and chat, they would do so comfortably! Jessan had class enough to not want her guest standing and shifting with his new bondmate in his grip. But her smile... It didn't fade. Jessan liked Kaydian. Too many years of jaded people (or psychos, like her brother, but that was another story).
"Log is a very sensible flit, from what I can tell. Did he meet this young friend of yours at the beach?" Her head tilted, leaning in on the table with her elbows propped. "Were you at the beach by yourself or did you decide to go to Warden's, ah - reintegration exercise?"
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Post by maggie on Jun 2, 2011 0:45:24 GMT -5
Kaydian sat down on the chair, murmuring a soft thanks for the invitation. People were never so nice to him. The guards were rough and angry, which the boy could understand since that was kind of their job and so many other people were rude to them, and the other prisoners were usually scary or upset for various reasons. Even before, people rarely had any motive to be nice to him. He shifted, offering to Log to sit on the table, since the flitt was gradually getting heavier as sevendays passed. The flitt refused, giving him a very disappoint look for even having thought of such a thing as leaving his owner's shoulder.
"I went with the reintegration exercise," he admitted. "I'm not allowed to go out by myself. I'd never really been to the beach before without something specific to do. It was really big and open and a little scary. And the whers were really close. And the seashells were all over, so I started tidying them into the shape of a dragon. And then this boy came and started talking to me. He's really nice. His name is Corvis. And he has a flitt too, but his is blue and bites." He scratched Log's eye ridges. The flitt seemed to be dozing, now. "That was before Log hatched, so he hasn't met Corvis or Pest yet." He bit his lip, a little nervous. "It's funny. I get too focused, but Corvis, he's so scattered. It's hard to follow. But I'm a little jealous." He blushed. "It sounds relaxing, to be scattered."
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Post by nozomi on Jun 6, 2011 20:17:58 GMT -5
Oh, look at the little flit! Jessan crooned at him, despite any disappoint look, before she looked back up to Kaydian. It didn't mean that she didn't start wriggling her fingers towards Log, gently. Jessan liked flits just fine, although she rarely met one that liked her back.
"I'm so proud of you, Kaydian!" Jessan straightened up with the news, a true smile flicking over her features. "You went to the reintegration exercise by yourself? That's, well. That's just lovely, Kaydian. I'm glad that you went out like that, and met someone. Is this Corvis a prisoner?"
But then! Aha! Jealousy, at being scattered and quite random. Quite a leap from being nervous and twitchy over there being a pile of junk on another prisoners bed. Jessan shifted in her seat, scooting closer to the table with ankles hooking together. Jessan's fingers laced together once more, and just smiled at him.
"What did you and Corvis talk about, these random scattered conversations? Anything interesting?"
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Post by maggie on Jun 6, 2011 23:53:03 GMT -5
Log didn't stop the dissappointed look, but he did lean into the scratching. He liked the scratching. And his human seemed calm, which was good. This person was therefore currently in Log's "not entirely dissappointing" books. His flittish frown relaxed somewhat as he was scratched. However any indication of stopping earned her his ultimate disappoint look, complete with sighing. He refused to budge from Kaydian's shoulder, though, occasionally making tsking noises when things didn't go his way.
He smiled nervously, "Well not by myself-by myself. You said I should try and get out more. And I thought there would be whers and guards and stuff there so no one could hurt me, even if whers are scary. They bite. The scary pale boy who only comes out at night said they do. He said they'd bite me if I talked to him." He shivered a bit. "I tried to do like you said." He smiled, happy to talk about Corvis. "Yeah, he's a prisoner too. He used to make Dust, I think. He's really nice. He saw my seashell dragon and he came to talk. And he wasn't scary, so I talked with him too. He didn't understand why the shells wanted to be a dragon." He paused. "He had trouble listening. I think he didn't hear what I said sometimes. But it's ok. He heard important things. And he was nice to me. He was worried when I tried to tell him I had to tidy the shells up. I told him that you were helping me. He was nice about it, he didn't laugh or get mad. And he thought my dragon was pretty." He smiled a bit. "The guard was nice. He let me bring some shells back. I made another dragon on my table. It was really pretty, and Log guarded it for me, but he came with me to breakfast and someone scattered it." He looked down at his hands. Log stared at no one in particular, shaking his head.
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Post by nozomi on Jun 12, 2011 0:57:41 GMT -5
"Still - you went, even with the guards and the whers and the somewhat spacey young men." Jessan chuckled, and eyes quiet and bright with lazy amusement for the prisoner and his firelizard. Kaydian explored, and talked to people, and what more could she ask? Oh, the boy - this Dust manufacturing prisoner - may be a space case, but he listened to Kaydian. "Although I doubt that a wher would bite you merely for talking to them. Well-" She pauses, lips twitching at the very ends. "-Maybe a few one. I have to admit that I haven't met an awful lot of whers in my time. My mindhealing is mainly for those who have never had bondmates."
And that smile turned quickly into pursed-lip sympathy. "Someone scattered your shells? Maybe there is some way we can have them stick to your table... So that way Log wouldn't have to guard all the time. What you'd be allowed may be of some question but, it wouldn't hurt to ask." Warden seems to take pity on the young things like Kaydian. Maybe he'd say yes. "Have you seen this young man since then, Kaydian?"
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Post by maggie on Jun 13, 2011 23:35:22 GMT -5
"The scary pale boy said they would. He was with a big, scary brown." He shivered. "I don't think he was the browns handler, but he talked to it a lot." He paused. "Maybe he was just angry because he looks so strange and only talks to whers." He knew he was judging, but he was trying to explain the boy's surly attitude to himself. He had rarely met someone so outright unpleasant.
"I would like that," he murmured at the mention of glue. "Making things is like putting things in order. Maybe I could do that instead, when I'm afraid or stressed. Log disapproves less of that. If I could make them stay together, I could make people presents." He smiled at the mention of Corvis. "No, not really. I want to see him more though. I would like to have a friend and he's really nice and unscary."
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