Movements in the dark (Serissa/Sesk)

[Sebz]

Come on! What is taking you so long, we are going to go have fun with sistermine! Hurrrrryyyyyyyyy, Casansk pranced from foot to foot, his nervous energy tangible. “I'm coming, calm down Casansk. I'm just looking for my shoes...” They were over there, don't you see! You left them there silly, now come one, we should be going I think. The brown wher stepped on his wing and squeeked in alarm- Ow! Casandra chuckled and bent to unhook the brown's claws from the thin membrane. “You tore it again.” Casansk looked at the wing in dismay. It always ripped, why did it always rip? Injuring his wings had become a common injury with the brown, much to the wher's dismay.

Casandra frowned in dismay, they really were running behind schedule, and she didn't want to keep Serissa waiting. “Maybe Serissa can look at them when we meet up with them.” Sesk's human heals! Casansk had forgotten, and he began padding again with excitement. Well then chop chop, we must hurry and see the healer person! The brown shot out of the room, wing tips trailing on the ground. Casandra scrambled around the room, picking up the remaining items she would need for the overnight excursion.

Since Serissa wasn't in the apartment they shared, Casandra assumed she and Sesk were waiting for them outside. She blinked rappidly a few times, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness outside. “Serrisa?” she called in question, simultaneously, seeking out Casank, whose dark hide made him almost impossible to see. I'm over here! The brown trotted up to Casandra, nudging her gently. Are we ready to go?

[Ruby]

Serissa couldn't decide if she was dreading this trip or not. Of course, the bluerider greenhandler shared a room with the much younger Casandra, but Serissa's schedule was still a nightmare, and she rarely slept more than a few hours a day... which meant she had to catch sleep whenever she could, and was rarely conscious and/or in the room when Casandra was. Honestly, Serissa didn't think she'd exchanged more than a few words with her roommate in the whole three months they'd been living together.

She'd actually purposefully packed while Casandra was still sleeping, then left Sesk to nap in the room while she went to get early breakfast while the sun was still up. This whole nocturnal thing was fine and all, but Serissa had always loved the sun, and never seeing it was getting harder and harder. Sesk, individualistic wher that she was, had taken off while Serissa was gone, making sure Sensk would be ok on his own trip without her. Meaning, of course, that the pair had been long gone by the time Casandra and Casansk were getting ready.

Serissa was leaning against a wall near the Weyr's entrance, tapping her fingers anxiously and pondering what on earth she'd talk to the Brownhandler about. She was so lost in thought, in fact, that hearing her name made her jump, even though Sesk had gotten up with a friendly huff of greeting as soon as she saw the other pair. As Sesk greeted her brother calmly but warmly, Serissa pushed off the wall and shouldered her pack, replying, "Casandra. Looks like you're ready, so...?"

Sesk, her violently green markings practically glowing in the light of the moons, shook herself from head to tail and moved to start along the path they were meant to take with a mental push at the humans. Before she took a step, though, she turned back to Casansk. Had her brother hurt his wing? That was no good, they couldn't start a journey if Casansk was in pain! "Oh, did he hurt himself?" Serissa asked, tone softening drastically from the snappish one she'd been using.