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C'rci was good at many things in life, but sublty was not one of those gifts. She was more likely to punch you in the face when displeased with you then go all passive aggressive like a lot of other woman. A fact that would likely in time get her into trouble. Luckily for her though Bolth was a regular diplomat most of the time. Which came in handy with handling his rather flustered rider as the pair went about their unusual search.

Mine. The healers said the big bronze Calanoth hasn't come down to see treatment yet or his rider. Bolth mused reaching out to nuzzle his rider hoping to nudge her out of her thoughts.

Z'fer. So the bronzerider's name was Z'fer at least that's what the healers had said. Blinking down at Bolth, C'rci's slightly puzzled expression fell away as she reached out stroking his steely blue head. Him and His weren't the worst of the scoring. The pair are probably just laying low for the moment. C'rci assured him and herself as she kept to the side of the busy healer's area only pausing to request some clean bandages. She'd use her own small pot of numbweed since it was rather clear the healers needed all of the gook they had and certainly wouldn't spare any for a weyrling who didn't have an especially good excuse for getting some. Soon enough a busy healer shoved a roll or two of the stuff into her hands and ushered her out the door.

Ducking out of the hall with her stash of bandages before she could be questioned too much further she tucked them aside migrating towards the kitchen's with Bolth hot on her tail. Why are we going to the kitchens Mine? Oooo I wonder if the cook has any meatrolls ready. The blue questioned, but seemed to perk up the closer they got. After all Bolth had been tripping over his paws wandering after C'rci since the day the pair became one and that included chore duty. Luckily a few of the kinder cooks took things in stride and didn't mind the steely blue draped over C'rci' as long as he didn't interfere with her work.

Though eyeing Bolth critically C'rci reasoned he was probably getting a bit big to be following her into the kitchens now a days and would probably have to wait at the door. That of course wouldn't stop him from being fussed over. She'd learned early on that her lifemate just loved to talk much like herself and enjoyed the attention that came with it. Chuckling under her breath in memory she reached out resting her free hand on his neck as the pair walked. She wouldn't have him any other way.

The cooks know where a lot of the weyr's are and I'm sure with you and I worrying over poor injured Calanoth and his rider they'll send us right on up with a hot mug of klah and some fresh bread. She replied and Bolth seeming to pick up on her drift as they entered the kitchen door drooped pathetically to play his part. His little blue wings hanging at his side as he cheeped pathetically at his rider while C'rci soothed him. At least he didn't have to act like he wasn't worried. Thread was back and that was enough to get any blue's eyes whirling yellow and orange.

Hearing the sad sound a larger round male cook who usually tended to the meat looked up spotting one of his favorite helper's standing in the doorway. "Here now what's this then?" The older chef asked coming over as C'rci looked up at him with worry tinting her gaze. The young woman having to do her best to ply her act.

"Oh I'm sorry to disturb sir." She pleaded making a point to keep her tone sincere at a little mental nudge from Bolth. This needed to be convincing after all.

"Think nothing of it child. Now what's got little Bolth all in a tizzy this morning?" The cook asked peering down at the dragon who appeared to be easing up under his rider's gentle touches and reached his little nose out to nuzzle the burly chef's large hand. The man chuckling and giving the little blue a pat. Now remember to sound convincing Mine.
The blue coaxed encouragingly in C'rci's mind forcing her to hide a smile.

"Oh you see Bolth and I made friends with a bronze riding pair that came in yesterday injured and they haven't come down yet to eat. He's very worried over Calanoth as am I. They weren't the worst injured, but I'm certain the pair are quite sore." C'rci explained the chef's brow furrowing as he glanced down at the young dragon currently peering up at him with whirling eyes as along with his rider.

"Ah Calanoth, Z'fer's bronze right?" And the Chef cast around grabbing a tray and shoving it into the girl's arms. "Here now just take this and some klah up with you. Afraid after breakfast all we have are some cold meatroll's left, but it's better then nothing. Now scat with you two." The Chef motioned only pausing on sending the pair on their way out to explain to the questioning little blue where the bronze's weyr was.

Then stepping out at the kitchen the pair grinned at each other. You did wonderfully Mine. Not that your smile isn't pretty Mine, but try not to do so next time where the chef might see you. Bolth advised rubbing up against C'rci's leg as she laughed trying to keep a hold on the tray in her hands as she swung back by her own weyr to grab the small pot of numbweed she kept for herself. She'd never dare give the one reserved just for Bolth to anyone else. Even a handsome Bronzerider. Then with her cargo in hand she soon found herself pausing outside his weyr door suddenly nervous.

Go on Mine. Bolth encouraged nudging his suddenly nervous rider towards the door until finally she reached out and knocked.

"May I come in?" C'rci called fairly certain neither rider nor dragon would probably want to get up to let her in as Bolth peered around her legs bugling out his own greeting as well. Hello Big Calanoth. Mine and I bring some bad smelling gook that stops pain and meatrolls. I think Mine also has some of that sweet smelling brown stuff the flightless one's like to drink a lot. Bolth relayed to the bronze, the little blue's tone far too chipper and cheerful for this time of the morning.

Glancing up at Z'fer it took every once of willpower C'rci had not to stutter and blush like an idiot and even with then her cheek still stained a pretty pink as she tilted her head back to match her gold hazel eyes with his gray hazel ones.

Mine you're doing it again. Bolth remarked in his riders head brushing past her and Z'fer's legs to chirp and trot over to Calanoth. Oh. . .Oh! C'rci blinked snapping out of her momentary trance and giving herself a mental shake. Thank you Dear heart. She replied ever grateful for her blue's aptitude when it came to things of a social manner.

"Good morning. Yes I brought klah among other things." C'rci replied with a sharp grin as she brushed past him into the weyr as if to prove to herself she was stronger then whatever charm or sway the handsome black haired bronzerider held over her. Moving inside she glanced around looking for a table of some sort to set the platter piled high with food, bandages, klah, and a pot of numbweed down on.

Good Morning Big Calanoth. I'm doing well. How are you injuries? The little blue dragon asked thoughtfully as he came to a stop just short of the bronze's nose, flopping his little tail down on the ground to sit and chatter with the older dragon. Yours seems to confuse Mine greatly. Sometimes she's just fine then she get's this thought of him and her thoughts and feeling get as topsy turvey as I do when I roll down a hill and Mine has to come straighten me out again. Then she just snaps out of it and get's all bristly at herself like he tried to take her food away or something. Then the cycle starts all over again later on. Flightless ones are very strange sometimes. Said Bolth as he quirked his steely blue head turning to eye his rider over his shoulder and trying not to mentally chuckle at how she seemed to be trying to puff herself up like a frightened feline to make herself look bigger. Perhaps trying to seem older and a good deal stronger under Z'fer's roguish grin to prove that she wouldn't falter. . .much. Other then the normal little beats it made her heart skip everytime it was turned on her.

"Yes I brought one of my own jars. The healers didn't have much to spare." She replied shifting her weight to keep from dropping the tray as he took one of the steaming mugs. Sliding it onto the table she set out a second cup for herself and set aside the pitcher of klah along with the jar of numbweed and bandages.

Did he try and take her food? Bolth asked quirking his head as he watched his rider take a seat and glancing back at the large bronze.

With Z'fer's outburst C'rci looked up blinking and quirking a brow at the older rider and then he started laughing. Either he'd finally lost it or the bronze had something funny to say. Bolth is Calanoth all right? Does he need more numbweed? She asked warring on the side of caution.

Mine want's to know if you need more of the smelly stuff? The blue asked before turning back to his rider. Mine why don't you just shove the flightless one like you do other flightless ones that make you mad or confused? Bolth asked, his curiosity beginning to get the better of him with his rider's strange behavior.

Err no, it's more complicated then that dear heart. I'm not mad at him just. Not sure what I am. C'rci replied as Bolth trotted over to the pair flopping down to the side of Z'fer and staring at the rider with whirling eyes as if trying to decipher what about this particular flightless one got his usually so calm and stubborn rider all mixed up.

Shifting her attention back to Z'fer C'rci narrowed her eyes at the look on his face. The almost smug grin that framed an all to handsome visage for her more feminine side to fully disregard. Had he figured her out already? No, no, she was not going to just melt and be walked over so easily. She was a blue rider shard it all she could think fast! "As you saw yesterday the healers were understaffed with this unexpected fall of thread. A number of werylings and others were drafted into helping." She explained only pausing to pick up her own cup of klah and take a sip grabbing one of the piled up meatrolls and setting it aside.

Bolth why are you staring at him? She asked glancing at her lifemate and offering him the meatroll with a smile. I want to see how he does it Mine. Bolth replied turning his head and taking the meatroll with a trill munching it down happily. Bolth he's not doing anything. I'm just being silly. C'rci assured him reaching out to run her hand lovingly down his head frill.

"A lot of the dragons and riders can't leave their weyr's. So I figured I'd help lighten the load a little for the healers by coming up and checking on you. The two of you weren't as badly injured as some of the others and it doesn't really take a fully trained healer to change some bandages and shove some food in your face. Besides Bolth was worried about Calanoth." She cooed out the last sentence bending to press a little kiss to the steely blue nose as Bolth drew close rubbing his head against her leg.

Oh that's good. Mine's a bit picky about her food. I'm sure she and yours will put the smelly stuff on soon. Bolth assured Calanoth turning to chirp happily at the bronze. His eyes whirled at the sudden attention of pet's and eyescratches crooning low with the attention and nudging C'rci for another roll. Mine? He asked tilting his head up only to hear C'rci chuckle and feel her laughter play along their bond as she fed him another.

"Well I tend to hit the ground running. Though the good news is the majority of the dragon and riders who were able to make it back to the Weyr survived." She replied stroking Bolth's head gently running her hand over his frill with a soft look in her eyes. "I think he's a month or two now, but yes he is from Feynath's last clutch. In all honesty I've been just so wrapped up in him I'm not even sure myself were you able to keep track of time when you first impressed Calanoth?" C'rci asked looking up at him and giving him a soft smile. Then with a shake of her head she glanced back down at Bolth.

"No we're not flying yet. I want to get up into the air, but Bolth is worried. We're not going to rush things though. I don't think I could live with myself if I got him hurt." She replied as the blue chirped up at her. Bolth had always been a rather vocal blue, taking after his rider's wher speech and chitters.

You won't get me hurt Mine. He assured her eyeing another meatroll as she rolled her eyes in mock exasperation and handed him another. "Ok, but that's your last. If you're that hungry we'll go cut you up some meat. Besides you shouldn't be snacking." She scolded him gently, teasingly patting him on the neck. "Sides we brought those for Z'fer.

"Shards and shells you didn't! By the first egg you really were lucky to not only get him gelded, but yourself too!" She gasped out her mock gasp simmering into light laughter that seemed to roll from her throat as she shook her head. "I'm personally more of the mind that practice makes perfect. Bolth here's more the lover then the fighter and I'm a bit worried some of his more outgoing clutchmates might try to pick him or other riders. So I don't plan to give them a sharding chance on the red star to try it." C'rci replied ruefully ruffling her dragons headfin as Bolth perch his front paws on her leg and nuzzled her cheek before settling back down.

Mine and yours seem to be getting along well now Big Calanoth. Maybe mine won't shove him. She shoves very hard. Bolth replied almost sagely as he watched the pair with eyes of green and blue.

"Oh I have no wish to stunt anything of his. Just we go jogging after lessons and with lessons canceled for today due to thread and I having already done more then my shift we're going to go run around the lake early. I fed him heavy this morning and now that he's finally digested I don't want him to snack too much and make himself sick while we jog. He doesn't usually tell me when his stomach is bothering him food wise." She said shaking her head a worried look flashing across her face. It was obvious something of that sort had happened before and probably scared the young rider half to death.

I just don't like to hold you back Mine. Bolth chirped in her head having long forgotten the exact scare, but knew enough that he had worried his greatly.

You could never hold me back love. You're a part of me and I you. So tell me these things. I don't ever want to risk you hurting. If you have so much as an itch it will be taken care of. C'rci assured the blue and at Z'fer's urging picked up the pot of numbweed and readied some bandages. "Of course. Which of you wants to go first?" She asked and Bolth turning his attention to aiding his companions stood up little wings flaring falling back into the same system they'd created the day before. In truth it was rather obvious that C'rci absolutely doted on Bolth. The little blue's hide absolutely glowed and it was clear C'rci oiled the blue a number of times a day.

That is very good then. I do not think the two should fight. Bolth answered getting up from where he'd been sitting as his rider rose. Finishing off her own cup of klah she set the empty cup aside and grabbed the pot of numbweed. "Well I've been striving to be a good deal more careful with him. He gave me a nasty scare when it happened. So I've been keeping an eye on when he eats so to know if we need to skip the jog or not. Can't have my big bad blue getting sick now can I?" C'rci replied with a chuckle scratching Bolth's eyeridges with her free hand.

Mine I am neither big nor bad. Bolth pointed out with some confusion which only served to draw a laugh out of his rider. Indeed it seemed even C'rci was in a better mood for their meeting. "Of course you're not big or bad Bolth. It's sarcasm dear one. You're about as big and bad as those little stuffed dragon toys the little ones carry around and just as bad about hogging the covers." She replied grinning down at the blue which trotted by her side as the three of them approached the big bronze.

Eyeing Calanoth C'rci nimbled on her bottom lip a low thoughtful humm coming from the girl's throat as she circled the bronze. Bolth peeling away from her to sit by Calanoth's head and chatter the bronze's ear off most likely.

"I think you're right. We'll slather him up with numbweed for now. Besides it'd be good to let the wound get a little air." She added moving to carefully undo the bandages and pry them back as gently as she could, not wanting to hurt Calanoth in the process. On her shoulder a slim red body stirred as the little crimson's eyes opened and she poked her head from her owner's ruby locks to cheep at the whole process. What were they up too now? Oh! That's a big big one bronze, how'd they get in here? Oh shards all the interesting things happened while she was taking her morning nap. Ruffling her wings Fasha fluttered from her owners shoulder spotting a few of the abandoned meatrolls and landing on the table to grab one.

Pumping her wings she took to the air, prize grasped in her mouth to flutter and drop right onto Bolth's head. The steely blue looking up at the firelizard using him as a perch and trilling at her. Do you like flitters big Calanoth? I really like flitters. All flitters, big flitters, little flitters, tall flitters, small flitters. I like my flitter best though. See? Isn't she pretty? She can be snappy though. There was this drudge that once tried to put his arm around Mine and got a hand full of flitter teeth for his unwelcome efforts.

C'rci blinked up at him before glancing at the crimson that now perched on Bolth's head with a chuckle. "That's Fasha my crimson. She likes to sleep in my hair most of the time and pounce out at unexpected riders that get too handsy." C'rci replied with a jaunty good natured wink before eyeing the meatroll the crimson was currently munching on critically, but made no move to scold her. After all she like Bolth needed to eat to grow though she did wish she'd eat something other then the meatrolls C'rci had brought for Z'fer. It seemed like everyone, but the rider was getting into the food.

And then the black appeared in the air. Fasha startled and none too happy about this intruder spread her little crimson wings sticking her head out like a tunnelsnake and trying to make herself look bigger as she hopped on Bolth's head hissing. Hers! The blue was hers! Hiissssss! Hers! Hey! Leave the food! Hey! Was the black even listening to her!

Mine!? Ow! Get her off! Ow! Mine! Bolth trilled in distress in his rider's mind not enjoying having the crimson hopping about on top of his head as he raised his little wings trying to usher the crimson off and shield his poor face. Fasha did not take well to this and instead turned to hissing down at Bolth.

"Fasha." C'rci commanded, her tone oddly even yet with hazel gold eyes sparking in displeasure she somehow managed to convey her full disappointment, anger, and sheer force of will into a single vicious tone that set both dragon and flit on edge. The crimson seemed to almost freeze midair wings hanging staring at her flame haired owner before with a snort she went between appearing back on C'rci's should to wrap herself around the girls neck glaring between blue, black and occasionally Z'fer with a heated gaze.

Oh thank you Mine. Bolth sighed in relief in her mind settling down as he gave his rider a grateful look.

You shouldn't let her bully you so Bolth. C'rci remarked shaking her head and giving the blue a smile mentally noting to dab the few shallow scratches with numbweed. She wasn't going to take any risks even if the little marks were minor.

I know Mine. I just don't want to cause a fuss and really Mine they're just nicks, they don't hurt at all. He replied settling his wings back at his side and it was C'rci's turn to sigh this time.

I will anyway. Besides I don't mind taking the time. She reminded him her lips softening into a smile at the overwhelming warmth that thrummed through Bolth at the though of being tended to and oiled. He loved those times when they shut the world out and all of Pern narrowed down to C'rci and him.

Looking up at Z'fer she blushed in embarrassment. "Sorry about that. She gets riled easily. Don't worry though, give her a minute or two and she'll be back asleep and nothing short of lunch will wake her." She assured him reaching up to steady his hands on the bandages. "Careful though the numbweed can make them stick." C'rci cautioned and then as if realizing what she was doing jerked her hands away glancing to Bolth.

Do you mind love? She questioned Bolth, who at this point had grown somewhat bored and had rolled onto his back looking up at his upside down rider and bronze friend his legs in the air, wings splayed, and tail stretched out.

You are mine Mine. You cannot yet ride on my back so I see no reason for me to be upset if you sit on the back of another. Besides bronze Calanoth will not let you fall. And the little blue paused then to look at Calanoth.

You won't let her fall will you? If she does get on your back? Bolth asked worried over his all too bold rider's safety. The little blue was such a funny combination of sage like advice, comfort, cheerfulness, and optimism, all shoved into a tiny hatchling package with silliness.