bizarro world (chim)

[Zephyr]

His continued presence in Dalibor was making Silas’ mood worse and worse. He’d refused to come over by dragon, those things were unreliable, and he was sure the one they’d sent for him had been looking at him the wrong way. Instead, he waited for a trader to be heading for Dalibor. It was a hard journey for a man so accustomed to being perfect in every aspect of his life, and he was sure that by the end, the guy had been ready to murder him, but they made it in one piece. He’d been shown where he was to live and immediately after, he’d demanded to see the infirmary.

He had no time to rest when there was work to be done!

After scaring his guide away with snarling and barking, Silas was left to inspect the infirmary. This course of action wasn’t helping his mood at all. What was this! Everything was in the wrong place! Who ran this infirmary? This was a totally inefficient way to do anything! It’s amazing they don’t lose every patient they have!

Snarling and stomping, Silas made the rounds, poking at patients, growling now and then to ask some questions. He didn’t see many other healers…or, maybe he did…he just didn’t care enough to interact with them. It seemed that everyone was decently well cared for, so he couldn’t complain about a lack of skill as a whole, but what he could complain about and what he did complain about ended up being in the same place he’d started.

He snapped at a frightened apprentice, who’d come in on the tail end of his tirade, and nearly cowered before him. Her brown eyes were wide as she followed him around like a frightened puppy, clutching a chart to her chest. He demanded to be shown where the medicinal fellis and the redwort were kept. She answered his questions with quaking breath, and her non confrontational nature calmed him down somewhat as she helped him get acquainted with his new working space.

Finally, he noticed what she was carrying, and snatched it away from her. Crazy dual colored eyes skimmed the contents of the chart and he let out a snarl, throwing his hands – and the chart – up in the air in exasperation. “This is hopeless!” He bellowed, half wondering if he should ask the girl who was in charge here so he could give them a piece of his mind. “This infirmary is run like dung! How do you save anyone like this?” The frightened apprentice spoke up in a trembling voice, asking him if he could go. Silas dismissed her with a snarl. “Get out of here!” She collected the chart and scrambled out, leaving Silas to his terrorizing of the infirmary at large.

It was going to be a long week.

[Chimera]

Her dad didn't get it. She was his daughter, which also meant she acted like him. It wasn't such a bad thing. Okay, fine, she'd made a friend or two (that weird kid didn't quite count, even if she felt bad for how she acted to him at Fenrisk's hatching), but she was a loner by nature. She worked alone. Even as the future wherhandler Akklyn was confident she'd become, she and her wher would probably work with as little teamwork as possible, because they wouldn't even need it.

Right?

But for now she had MiniMe, and the green flit would work with her and her future wher as well...if she wasn't too jealous. She was rather protective of her little human, firmly believing she was the best human ever and had the best, smartest flit ever.

So of course MiniMe wasn't too happy when Akklyn was fooling around in the Weyr Bowl, watched by some crecheworkers. A few other kids were brave enough to play in the tough winter weather - covered in battle-suits of weyrbrat-sized fur coats. Though the season was tempestuous - a word she'd heard some people say, a word she liked - it was Akklyn's birth season, and soon her Turnday would arrive. That was good news!

"Hey, girl!" A boy Akklyn decided was the poster-child of a snot-nosed brat spoke up at her, his loud voice piercing through the sound of the winter wind, which for once didn't carry snow on it.

"Yeah? What?" She wheeled around to face him, stomping a small foot into the snow. MiniMe appeared with a hiss, flapping her wings menacingly at the boy and his two newly-arrived cronies.

"Betcha can't catch this!" the mean-spirited boy taunted.

She didn't dodge in time. Akklyn saw the snowball fly its direct trajectory at her forehead, and in the milliseconds before it impacted her mind decided that at least it was just snow. It wasn't. The Weyr was made of stone, and so it was only obvious there were plenty of little rocks inside it, and it just so happened the fate of one of those little rocks was to be hurled at a Weyrbrat's similarly-aged enemy in a disguise of a snowball.

The "snowball" hit her forehead, and it hurt. Akklyn tried to yell at the boy, but she couldn't make a sound. All she could do was grit her teeth and clench her eyelids shut. MiniMe did the screaming for her, and the green flit nearly attacked the boy. She very well tried to, hissing and spitting at him, until the group of their caretakers ran over - one of their own firelizards subdued MiniMe, and she soared over to Akklyn, worriedly cheeping at her side.

"Jaol! What happened?!" Part of the "grown-ups" ran over to Akklyn's assailant, who had pretended to fall down in the snow, rubbing his cheek - where he'd purposely hit himself to frame Akklyn.

"A-Akklyn started laughing at me, and teased me, a-and said bad things, and - " He sniffed, and began sobbing.

"Now now, it'll be alright, just calm down..."

***

Pain. Akklyn had a minor head injury, but it did not change the fact there was pain. The rock had luckily been quite small, and coupled with the strength of the boy Akklyn had avoided any serious injury. She was still stuck in the infirmary for a while, though. Which meant listening to the crecheworkers tell her that bullying was bad, when she hadn't said anything bad to that stupid, scheming Jaol! At last they left, though. What would Makkoi, her dad, say? MiniMe sniffed at Akklyn's face, licking it with her tiny tongue. The girl smiled a bit, pushing the small green wedge of the flit's head away from her face. But MiniMe persisted.

No...stop, silly...

"Dad, 'm sorry..." She reached a hand out weakly to wave at Makkoi...

...where was Makkosk.

This wasn't Dad. Something was off.

"...who 're you? You my dad, or not? Sure look like him." Akklyn mumbled at Silas.

[Zephyr]

Silas was too busy whining over the state of the infirmary when someone walked in. He glanced about for another healer or apprentice to take the patient before he realized he was alone and he’d probably scared them all off. He thought about hiding from the kid, but it looked like she’d already noticed him. As much as Silas likes to pretend he’s a rock or wall or something, he’s decidedly hard to miss when he’s standing in the middle of the room. So he grumbled lightly, turning away from the table he was standing at to go approach the kid and direct her towards the nearest open table. “Sit up there.” Was said with a low, plaintive growl to his voice and a dismissive hand gesture.

He almost didn’t catch the words that came out of her mouth. He did though, and the rigid tightening of his spine was the only indication of that. He choked on the water that he didn’t have in his mouth, spinning in a tight circle to stare in bewildered disgruntlement at the kid. The expressions on his face began to change in hilariously short succession. It probably was hilarious to see, even if Silas didn’t feel less like laughing. “I’m not…” Before she started talking again.

His eyes narrowed, and he pulled himself to his full height, intent upon towering over this kid. If he scared her, then he wouldn’t feel bad, because that was one less problem for him. “I’m not your father.” He growled, voice rumbling. “I don’t know who your father is, but I assure you that no one…” Then it hit him. In his life, he’d only ever met one person who looked enough like him that they could be mistaken for the same person…and he had heard that that person now lived in a weyr. Silas sagged visibly, the glare he tossed at Akklyn nothing short of murderous. “Let me guess. You’re Makkoi’s brat?”

Of sharding course he’d wind up in the same weyr his cousin was, and of course he’d end up treating his cousin’s meddling spawn.

He was still grumbling to himself, but he realized he had a job to do, whether he was pleased at the situation or not, so without saying anything else, Silas grabbed Akklyn’s chin in his hand and tilted her head up to look at the cut on her head. “What the hell did you do?” Because it had obviously been her fault, and it was clearly asking too much of Silas to be nice to his cousin’s spawn.

[Chimera]

Akklyn, doing her best to put the pain in the front of her head to the back of her mind, dizzily stepped over and sat down at the nearest open table, MiniMe cradled in both arms. The vivid green watched Silas with mistrusting, yellow eyes.

The Weyrbrat wore her smirk with typical pride as she watched Silas stutter and stammer, nearly choke on the spit in his hate-talking mouth, and wheel around at her like some angry wherry. And she stared at him relentlessly, not taking her desaturated azure eyes off him for even a single moment.

Silas did manage to wipe the grin off Akklyn's face, still rose-tinged from being outside, when he stood up to his full height and loomed over like the were-wherry he appeared to be; except now he was actually a scary bird-creature in disguise. A sharp, quiet hiss was uttered from MiniMe.

Shh, it's alright.

The girl sat patiently, watching Silas figure out the grand mystery for both of them.

"Indeed I am. Don't think you should've become the first detective-Healer? I'm Makkoi's brat, with a name - Akklyn. What a mystery!" She laughed rather diabolically for a few seconds. "But seriously, are you my dad's twin brother or something? He never told me about you, if that's the case - ugh. I'd be a sarcastic grump at you more, but I'm in here for a reason, as you can see."

Ahh, family reunions. This was getting to be interesting.

As Silas became silent again, so did Akklyn. Snark could wait. She sighed when the Journeyman Healer actually did his job and asked her a relevant question.

"What'd I do? Well, I was playing outside in the snow, hurting no one, when this ass - uh, Wherrybutt, called Jaon, threw a rock disguised as a snowball at me and had the nerve to say I hit him first, even though I didn't at all. They still don't believe me, none of them. Traitors." She huffed. "It doesn't hurt that much - I'm strong. Training for a future wherhandler, after all. Soo, what's your name, sir Journeyman Healer who looks like Dad?"