Child of my Heart (G'tor)

[Requiem]

I don't think-
Windy enough, is. Bigmouth trees come, make scary guard big-one, get little 'nnoyance shut up.
Name Fury.
Little 'nnoyance, fluffy brainfood, name what Lustking say name. Lustking say name dungbat fart, name dungbat fart.
Name Fury.
No can hear no Furies. Dungbat fart, that Lustking hear when speak.
What has Fury ever done to you? Please be nice.
Ask Bigmouth's opinion? No. Why give? Head shoved high up dragonbum, no can think for dungfumes?
Mean grumpyhead.
Grumpyhead? Grumpyhead?! Who you, ugly greenling, frill-less greenling, wrong greenling, call Lustking names like so big, so strong?
Stop it!

With one finger planted square in the center of Lust's spine as he wriggled on her crossed leg, Kalierre had Fury by her short, stubby tail near her boot on the flat stone she'd seated herself on. The hissing creatures continued to spit nastiness at each other while Lust squirmed and Fury slashed at the air in front of her. She'd long given up on trying to get them quiet and peaceful; Lust and Fury usually got along fine, but today they'd been at each others frills and frill spines practically from the moment dawn broke. Phremath had the right of it. The green had elected not to come with them to the river, and Kalierre could hardly blame her. The falls loomed within sight, and she could make out the jade-hued green from here, though vaguely. If only she'd learn not to try to reason with Lust when he was in such a mood. Kalierre was certain they would wear themselves out. Eventually.

Rel, at least, had grown used to the noisy squirmers. Tucked into the side that didn't have a Fury, the young boy had finished collecting his shells and was now playing with his fostermother's long, unfettered hair. He seemed to have taken a fondness for it, and the woman had taken to letting it out of its braid whenever she felt his small fingers tugging at it. A sharp lad, Rel. She'd shown him how to braid...not just the simple cue that she often wore, but other, more intricate braids when he caught on fast and showed an interest. He didn't do them terribly neatly, but he was just five, after all. And the one he was weaving down that side of her hair was quite intricate, if a touch loose, and he strung the shells he'd gathered in as he moved down.

[Rowana]

Tervain winged high in the sky, delighting in the warmth that spring brings. With G'tor's fondness for being outside, even in winter, it was a relief for the cold to break even a little. Today she'd brought a little passenger. Star could fly herself, of course, but it was far too much work for the tiny salamandyr to be bothered. It was much more fun for the graceful fire lizard to carry her and Tervain never minded. Star weighed barely anything, after all. Banking around a bend in the river, Tervain spotted more salamandyrs. Most of her kind didn't really get along with the creatures, but Tervain adored them. They were so silly and fun. These two seemed to be fighting though, how sad.

Trilling a merry greeting, Tervain circled down to land on a rock near Kalierre and her crew. They were lucky to catch her in such a good mood. As long as no one said anything insulting, she would probably stay that way too. Star poked her head over the green's shoulders curiously. No one had any food, so why were they stopping? Silly green mount, she thought, trying to encourage Tervain to take off again with a picture. No luck, Tervain was staying.

"Ter?" A man's voice could be heard coming closer. "Did you find a good spot?" G'tor came around the corner, armed with fishing pole and a basket of supplies. He was all set for a relaxing day doing one of his favorite pastimes, but this time it looked like he had company. "Oh, hello there Kali." He smiled and waved. He hadn't talked with the dragonhealer much over the years. Thankfully, Ruskeath hadn't needed a healer of late, though the same could not be said of his rider. "Is that Rel?" He'd never met her fosterling before, only had a vague idea of who he was.

[Requiem]

'Truders, Fury hissed sibilantly, the slashes at the air stopping in favor of slowly turning her head, eyes narrowing red and angry over the fierce length of her snout. She suddenly sprung - or attempted to. Kalierre never let go of her tail, so she ended up more hopping in place, a hiss directed at the winged one and her passenger. Stupid, the bronze snarled at Fury. Think insignificant puss-necks hurt Ours? Think can? LoveMine, Dungbat fart mistake, why make Dungbat fart love when have Lustking? Is stupid. The dragonhealer finally spoke. "That's quite enough out of you." Her fingers closed around his trunk, and she dumped him unceremoniously down the front of her shirt where he most liked to be when not out menacing others or riding her cane like it was a palanquin made just for him. "Stay. Go to sleep, and don't wake up until you're in a better mood. Shards."

Fury had stilled, not pulling against the hold Kalierre had on her tail but never once taking her gaze off Tervain and Star. Lust was wrong. Oh, Theirs was capable enough, but the ones like these, they were sneaky, and no doubt up to all manner of nefarious mischief. Besides, Hers didn't have to be so vigilant with Fury around to protect her. The green mandyr's front claws curled and uncurled restlessly, legs tucked into her chest as she balanced on her hinds.

He's upset because you are, Phremath put in quietly, almost worriedly. I'm no- You are, but you think of it so little you probably don't even know.

Fortunately, Kalierre was spared that conversation by the appearance of G'tor, and she smiled faintly as she caught sight of the fishing pole carried over his shoulder. Rel stopped braiding her hair, one hand still holding the strands as he peered at the brownrider with wide, curious eyes. He half-hid behind Kalierre's side, looking to the man shyly, but the fingers of his free hand came up in a small wave and he nodded to the question about his name. Kalierre's own free hand fell on his head, tousling it. "He is. Kahrelir. Did you not see fish, Rel?" The boy nodded again, eyes never leaving G'tor. "Why don't you show our friend where you saw them."

Shy still, he clearly wasn't afraid of the man, though, because his approach was steady enough, and without a word he slipped his hand in G'tor's, intertwining his fingers and tugging the wingsecond upstream a short ways, where he pointed out the large shadow that didn't quite match the log that had gotten caught between stones near the center of the river.

[Rowana]

Tervain glared at Fury, but made absolutely no move to leave. Humph, she thought. Here she was being all polite. It seemed some salamandyrs were just as silly as some fire lizards. On the other hand, Lust wasn't much better. Insignificant, was she? Well, he could have set worse things, but she didn't think he'd find her so insignificant if she actually meant any harm. Luckily, Tervain was determined to be in a good mood today, cranky salamandyrs or no. Star yawned at Lust and Fury, feeling quite safe on her green perch. She sent a picture of fish meat. Did they have any? It was very tasty.

G'tor smiled down at Rel as the boy took his hand. "Lead the way," he agreed willingly. The boy seemed like a quiet one, but at least he didn't seem nervous at all. G'tor liked children, though it had been some time since he'd interacted with one quite this young. Perhaps he aught to consider adopting a fosterling one day, the weyr had its fair share. Of course, he didn't have a weyrmate and Ruskeath would say he'd be a bad influence. Still, it was a nice thought.

G'tor examined the shadow Rel had found critically. "I do believe you have the perfect spot!" he declared happily. He set down his supplies, then sat down himself. Delicately, he started to tie a hook and a lure to the end of his line. "Either of you know how to fish?" he asked. "I don't mind teaching." It might be nice to have some company. It was the first time he'd really gotten out to fish since the harsh winter. Besides, nothing like corrupting children while they were still young.

[Requiem]

Fury's head cocked to one side, suspicious as much as questioning, when the image of the fish flashed across her mind. What water-breather? the green questioned the winged one warily, not sure what exactly Tervain was asking her, but mistrusting it. Clearly. Lust didn't bother to acknowledge the flit at all, curling up into a sulky little ball in Kalierre's breastband and, for all intents and purposes, ignoring the entire rest of the world entirely. He'd been sent away like a child, after all, and that was a great affront to him. An affront the other creatures had caused, no matter how indirectly. Kalierre released Fury slowly, the green mandyr still on edge, but no longer threatening to attack the pair. Just yet. Your bonebag? she questioned. If they came for the other human person, then perhaps they had reason to be here. Perhaps.

K'lir's golden-eyed son smiled slightly, a touch of a boy's pride behind the expression at G'tor's approval. His eyes turned back to Kalierre, as if to say he said it was perfect, did you see? The woman nodded, a genuine smile touching her lips and reaching her eyes. Leaving Fury to her 'interrogation' of the intruders, the dragonhealer pushed herself to her feet and followed after the brownrider and her fosterling, wrapping her free arm loosely around Rel's shoulders when he returned to her as G'tor set up his fishing pole. The boy's eyes were now glued on the tool, watching avidly, and G'tor's question was greeted with another shake of his head, the hunger to know how all too clear in his expression as he watched yearningly.

"I'm afraid I've never had the time to go about learning, either," Kalierre admitted. Though she didn't think it would be too terribly hard. Men would go out, lay their lines and chat for hours, often drinking themselves half-drunk in the process, and still return with a couple of the finned ones for their supper. If you could do it drunk it couldn't be too terribly difficult, right? Another glance at Rel made his desire clear, and she half-hugged the child before urging him toward G'tor with a light push at the small of his back. "We'd love to learn." It might give her boy something to do apart from sit in a corner with his blocks while she was busy at work, or trace blocks in the dirt beneath the training wing, hopping over them with his eyes to the skies.

Rel crept up as close as he dared to watch, eyes wide with fascination.

[Rowana]

Snorting dismissively, Tervain gave Fury a bored look. Poor salamandyr didn't even know what fish were. But yes, the other human was her's and Star's. Fury was not allowed to have him either! Tervain flapped her wings out to get more comfortable. G'tor would be here for a while, she knew, so she might as well try to have an intelligent conversation in the meantime. Star seemed sad about the lack of fish. She sent a wistful picture of G'tor catching many fish and feeding her until she burst. Fish were delicious. Almost as good as pie.

"That's the spirit," G'tor beamed. He didn't often meat anyone willing to spend the time to go fishing with him. He did enjoy the quiet times, but sometimes company was just as good. Once the line was ready, he stood straight and held in expertly in his hands. "First I'll show you how to cast." He leaned the pole back and shot it forward, sending the lure sailing several yards before it plopped into the river. "Just be careful where you aim," he advised with a wink. He rolled the line back up and passed the pole to Rel. Leaning down, he kept one hand on the pole as a guide. Just this one, until he figured it out. He seemed a smart kid, though, so G'tor was sure he'd catch on quick.

[Requiem]

No want, Fury returned to the firelizard sharply. Why would she want the silly flyer's human? She'd had plenty to choose from. She wasn't a stupid firelizard that went and Impressed to whoever was nearest and had food and smelled good. Stupid flyer boring, she concluded, snarling at the upjumped pet. Her interest in these two who spoke condescendingly or of stuffing themselves to the point of explosion had distintegrated entirely, and she bounded after Hers, zigzagging over the bank where the dirt was firmer. A protector couldn't get stuck in the mud, after all. Protectors shouldn't need saving.

Eyes intent on the man, he watched all the motions carefully, cocking his head to one side in silent questioning when G'tor handed the pole over. Kahrelir took it tentatively into his hands, wrapping his fingers around it and glancing first at Kalierre, who nodded encouragingly, then back at the brownrider. Bringing the pole back, he looked out toward the water, then whipped it forward fast like he saw G'tor do. Only the lure didn't drop forward. His brow crinkled in confusion. Giving it an experimental tug, he glanced back at the ripping sound. His eyes went wide. Oops. The nice man now had a big hole in his pants. Rel dropped the rod and skittered over to Kalierre, wrapping his arms around her good leg and half-hiding behind it. He hadn't meant to!

The dragonhealer, for her part, was chuckling, her hand in Rel's hair. "Don't worry, love. You snagged something on your first try. Albeit it was a land fish instead of a river fish." Her eyes flicked up to G'tor's face, a certain wickedness dancing behind them. "I for one find the view greatly improved."

[Rowana]

Tervain watched Fury go without comment. Ah well, she supposed not all salamandyrs could be fun. It was just as not all males were as silly as they first appear. She'd met one or two who were worth the time. Star yawned and started to drift back asleep. Blurry pictures of fish leaked from her mind, along with a few that suggested that maybe she aught to consider cannibalism. Tervain shushed her, taking off to find a better spot to watch the human pets. Tervain didn't think Fury was worth the trouble of Star fretting over her. Besides, she probably didn't taste good anyway.

G'tor watched the boy pull back for his first caste. He had a good arm, for someone so small and he learned very quickly. G'tor was impressed, though he supposed he should have expected no less of someone Kalierre was fostering. He looked out of the water, trying to see where Rel had dropped the line, when he felt a tug at his pants. He frowned and starting to turn, thinking that Tervain was pulling some kind of prank. There was a ripping sound, and the man felt an uncomfortable breeze on the now bear skin of his bum.

"Oops!" He blushed deeply, and hurriedly pulled the clothe back over his dignity. "You caught me alright, Rel," he agreed ruefully. His embarrassment faded quickly. After all, it wasn't like it was the first time a woman had seen his bum. "Glad everyone is entertained," he grinned sheepishly at Kali. He settled himself on a grassy spot. "That was a good try, Rel," he went on, beaming at the boy. "If I can just keep my pants out of the way, we'll have fish in no time!"