And Kumi makes Three! (Flashback thread)

[Alyx]

From one dorm to another, this was all this was. Cleissa gave a sigh, dropping her bags onto the bed. The move into the Weyrling Barracks was standard and truthfully she was excited to finally be out of the Candidate Halls; but she had hoped for a little more privacy now that she had finally impressed. Sitting next to her bags, she looked around with a dull, bored gaze. So, this was home for now, was it?

It was bigger than Candidates’ Hall, giving the room that would be needed for the newly hatched dragons to move as well as stay close to their new bonded. It would be months until they got assigned their personal Weyrs; 6 to 10 months, if she remembered, depending on how big their dragonlings got. The big ones would get out first – Mya with her Gold, Bretella with her Grey, A’der and his Bronze, S’lar with Umojath, and the black and his rider, she couldn’t remember his name. Then it would be the Browns and Burgundies, then finally the Blues, Greens, and Midnael with his white. It seemed a long time to wait…

‘Not too long, Mine,’ Angeth voice pierced threw Cleissa’s deepening depression, drawing her back into focus. The girl looked over to the slim, green form seated near the bed and really couldn’t be sad. “Sorry Angeth – I just hoped for a little more personal room is all.” Angeth reached her wedge shaped head toward her rider, cooing softly. ‘I’ll grow up fast, just for you, Mine!’ Hands reached over and cradled the chin of the Green as Cleissa slipped from the bed to rest on her knees facing Angeth. “No no, no rushing that. I can wait – I waited for you for this long, I don’t want to miss a moment with you.”

Angeth practically danced in place. 'I love you mine! I do I do! I – Hey, what’s that?' Angeth chin jerked out of her hand, eyes focusing past her head. Turning, Cleissa was started to see her bags moving. Pushing to her feet, Cleissa reached for the bag , yanking it to toward her, and was confronted by a ball of orangey gold fluff. The feline thing hissed violently, flaring up like he was full of static. Its eyes flared a red, claws digging into Cleissa’s bed as it tried to frighten her. Boy did it work! Cleissa gave a yelp, dropping back into Angeth. Angeth was instantly to her defense, the hiss echoing from the dragon’s little jaws as she moved to protect her rider.

The three seems to be at a stalemate and, outnumbered two to one, the cat burglar seemed to reconsider its stance. The yellow cat turned and leapt from the bed to the floor in one, smooth motion; the glint in the cat’s jaws caught Cleissa’s eye. “Hey! That’s my necklace!” Cleissa totally forgot the fact that the cat thing had big claws and even bigger teeth as she scrambled after it on all fours. Whoever this…. THING belonged to should have it caged! One of her bags dropped to the floor behind her as she reached after the feline, her hand closing around the long, furry tail trailing behind.

“Come back here!” As she yelled, the tail slipped threw her hand – the little thing would have escaped her except for the topaz rock that seemed to be connected to the animal’s tailtip. It wiped around on her, its claws slapping at her hand as it yelped. Cleissa let go in shock, pulling the hand toward her to cradle it against her tummy as she glared at the cat-thing. “You dirty little sneak! Give it back!” Eyes dropped to the blood blooming from the scratches on her hand, then up to the feline –

‘Mine?’ Angeth’s voice was no longer angry, but questioning as she too seemed to peer at the furry little thief. It sat where she had left it, looking as confused as Cleissa felt. ‘Mine?’ “I don’t know Angeth.” The little creature advanced back to Cleissa, belly low to the ground and ears dropped to the sides as if begging to be forgiven. Not wanting to be hurt again, Cleissa was torn between scrambling back from it and staying put – but the thing stopped by her legs, staring at her a moment.

Then drooped his head and dropped the necklace by her knees. Ears came up a little, its eyes swirling rainbow shades as it gave a soft, pathetic meow. It seemed to be begging for a chance to apologize, even though moments ago it had been trying to rip her hand off. It scared her, but the look in the little things face made her want to let it try. She reached out with the wounded hand, letting the feline sniff it slowly. Thin, angry grooves covered the back of her left hand, blood swelling gently from them – it could have been a lot worse, given the size of the things claws.

She almost jumped as its tongue darted over the bloodied cuts, her breath a sharp gasp. The flood threw her mind was of apology and sorrow – and it wasn’t from Angeth. Cleissa looked down at the feline in surprise, meeting pretty eyes now nearly white. He lifted a clawed paw, resting it on her wrist as he continued to clean the wounds he had given her. Cleissa lifted her unwounded hand, petting the feline gently along his back. She wasn’t sure what just happened, but –

‘Can we keep him?’ Angeth voice chimed, excitement threading threw the words. The feline’s head lifted, looking at the Dragon as it peered around Cleissa’s shoulder to see him. The blood nearly gone, he pushed up to be nearly nose to nose with the dragon as Cleissa gave a smile. “I don’t know – I’m not sure it’s safe, he’s kinda mean.” The flood of sorrow was instant from the little feline, a little mew escaping the little creature’s mouth. The look on its face was so sad – Cleissa gave a sigh, arms collecting the feline against her chest as she pushed to her feet.

“Okay, okay, come on Angeth; let’s find the Weyrlingmaster and find out if she knows anything about our new friend here." Angeth danced back out of the way as Cleissa turned with the feline in her arms; what a sight she was. Nyxani was gonna get a good laugh out of this one, and Cleissa really couldn’t blame her.


(OOC: Thought it would be fun to put down in exact words how the fuzzyone came into her family. Hope you all enjoyed the read!!)