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Free Time Meetings; Tag: Silverfeather
Topic Started: Feb 15 2017, 04:10 PM (275 Views)
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[align=center]Head Medic Amaranth Kairo
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Kairo wrapped his coat closer to his being, shivered harder and cursed. Namely, he cursed his dragon up one side and down the other, numerous times. He hated that blasted beast, he really did. Especially when he made him do things by himself. He was perfectly happy sitting in his office, doing paperwork, but no, Mendo had all but flipped him out of his chair, carted him out of his office, and out of the city altogether. "You're getting grumpy for no reason, which means you need some fresh air and sun," he'd practically purred as he dropped him off outside of the city. "Go back to your forest. You always feel better after spending some time out there. And I'm going to wait riiiiiiight here, just to make sure you don't turn right back around and go back to your desk!" There had been a sparkle in the dragon's eye as he settled his noodle body into a relaxed position jusst outside the city walls that the man hand't liked at all, and it had only twinkled more when he'd huffed and childishly stomped a foot before turning towards the forest and doing as his dragon had suggested. Commanded, really, if you asked Kairo.

What angered him the most was that the damned dragon was correct. He did feel better after spending time in what he considered his old home. It was peaceful, and there was never anyone there. That's why he'd been able to go so many years in the forest without being caught. It was why he usually didn't mind coming back, even if he threw a fit when Mendo forced him out of his office. It was superior to the city in every way. Except for one, today.

"Stupid dragon. What was he thinking, kicking me out of my warm office to freeze my ass off in the snow?"

It was true. His normal calm place was absolutely covered in snow and it was freezing. As someone who already disliked having to wear clothes, to be forced to wear layers of them was torture. He was so cold, in fact, that he couldn't even throw a typical of the situation. Instead, he pulled his coat tight around him and glared at everything. It wasn't the fault of the trees or the landscape, but even they were angering him, he was just that cold.

The shaking of one of the trees from some unknown animal irked him further. He waited for the animal, a rabbit he suspected, to come scampering out, but it never did. This proceeded to make him even grumpier. The shaking just kept going and going....

"Alright already! Go about your business! Shit!" He growled deep in his throat, throwing a stick at the snow-covered branch. It bounced off the branch and there was a momentary pause in the moving. Kairo sighed, happy to finally have some freezing peace. The pause didn't last long, however, and he cursed loudly, jumping to the side, as it restarted.

"Fine, you want to be like that?! Come at me, then!" He grabbed another stick, this one a bit bigger than the last and held it like one would a baseball bat. Had Mendo been there, he may have diffused the situation or even talked the man out of attempting to confront a wild animal, or worse, with a stick. But since it was just Kairo, who was already of questionable mind, that was not what was happening.
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The weather was cold, Khamsin couldnít lie. Much like his own coloration, he preferred the warmer weather to the biting cold that warped through the air. Snow littered the ground, and draped over the trees and blanketed the mountaintops. There was an odd sense of calm to the air, despite all the going-ons that had happened. While he had not travelled to Aesulla for the hatching, he had kept up with important events. But for now, the city had gotten too busy for him, so he had wandered out into the forest for some much needed quiet. So many things had happened, so much work had to be done, but for now, the sand/weather dragon moved. One foot moved in front of the other, as wings shifted comfortably along his side. Compared to the forest trees around him, Khamsin nearly cleared every tree. He couldnít hide--well. Not in this form. If he so chose, he had his humanoid form to fall back too, but Khamsin didnít mind Either form. They were both useful, though when he was in the city, he tended to use his humanoid form as it was far easier to move around and not squish people.

He didnít want to cause too much trouble when out and about, and he had everything he needed from the busy markets so a nice quiet walk had been in order. It was an off day for him, and Khamsin planned to enjoy it as much as possible. There was always things to do be done, and work to do, and while he realized it was important, a relaxation of the mind was needed. But how he wished it was summer, when the sun would shine down and warm the earth between his massive toes. When the waters were cool enough to cool hot scales that soaked and shone in the bathing light. And while the sun still made his sandy gold scales shine in its dim twinkle, it did not warm him.

He hummed his little song, as he waddled along, feathers ruffling in the cold wind that danced through the boughs and offered its own little whistle through some of the trees. He did have to admit, that winter had itís own charm and beauty to it, and he appreciated it, despite the dislike of cold. Soon, soon the hatchlings would hatch and bond (or not) and he sighed. His own hatching and bonding playing through his mind. Oh his sweet rider, how he still missed her so. He couldnít blame the doctors and he couldnít really blame the illness either. What had happened, happened and he still grieved for her, but he remembered her fondly. She would always still be the fire in his heart, and the star in his eye, even though she was no longer here. She...She would have loved it. She found joy in everything and the snow would be perfect for her to build a snowman in it. Or go skating if a lake had frozen completely over. There was still his friend, Caligrian, the small dwarf dragon that had as well bonded but he hadnít seen her in a long while.

Was she alright? He would have to send a message out and see if she would want dinner, or maybe just coffee. It would be pleasing to have a nice long chat with an old friend, and would do much to ease a tired soul. Perhaps they had found a new friend, but as it stood, Khamsin hadnít talked with the small one in awhile. He would have to fix that. Soon, perhaps. When he had a longer vacation, and not just a simple day off.

He sighed, a happy one, if not mournful and plodded on, the earth shaking before him. Birds startled would fly up and away, and Khamsin lamented that in this from, he could shook the earth. He helped move trees out of his way, and each step was thoughtful but weight meeting earth with the aid of gravity was an obstacle that he had no power over. He was not a space dragon, and that suited him just fine. He hummed again, feathers moving with the wind, sails rustling as he set a destination. He didnít expect anything or anyone to interrupt anyone, but a voice called out suddenly, as he neared his destination. At first, he was confused, because, to him, Khamsin was minding his own business, until the voice called out to come and get him?

Well that was interesting turn of events. Who would think they should come at this person and why did they think that it was going to be him. It didnít take him long to reveal himself, head peering down to find the male brandishing a...stick. Green eyes appraised him with a slightly bemused expression before deciding to shift. Within moments, where a great dragon had stood, stood a 7 foot tall, tanned teddy bear of a man, dressed for the weather. Of course, upon closer inspection, he wasnít completely human. His horns still sprouted from his head and even his hair was tipped with the same red as his feathers. Wings folded along his spine, and his claws still kept him from extremely dexterous tasks, but not that he needed it. He kept his distance, but he proffered a smile.

ďWell, I donít think a stick is gonna be much use, sir.Ē He kept the sarcastic tone out of his voice, but he couldnít help but raise an eyebrow. But the man looked familiar, Khamsin had seen him before, but where, he just couldnít help but draw a blank. Perhaps if hadnít been alone it would have come more easier to him, but he recognized that he held a high rank. ďI was going about my business, but Iím afraid in my other form I am quite heavy.Ē He bowed, ďI do apologize if I deeply disturbed you though.Ē

Surely, the male could respect that? Khamsin hoped, but not knowing him personally to know that he was a little more on the feral side. ďDo pardon, but I canít seem to remember your name. I have seen you before. My name is Khamsin.Ē And he held out his hand for a handshake.

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A dragon was definitely not what Kairo had been expecting. He regretted threatening what he had thought was a small woodland creature instantly upon seeing the dragon. He could take him out without a second thought, if he really wanted to. The man just hoped that he didn't really want to.

It appeared that luck was on his side this day, as the dragon, instead of coming after him, shifted to his more humanoid form. Not that Kairo let his guard down, at all. He knew first hand from Mendo that a dragon could be just as dangerous in their shifted form as in their original form. And one glance at the one in front of him clearly showed him that in a fight, the dragon would most certainly win. It wouldn't have been hard; Kairo wasn't the strongest individual and the dragon didn't seem to have any health issue that he could hone in on and use to his advantage.

Kairo kept his stick raised, even when the dragon began speaking to him. It never wavered through the bow or even when he held out his hand to shake during his introduction. But though the stick never lowered, Kairo's mind was busy going a million miles a second. Now that the dragon had mentioned it, he did seem familiar. Perhaps not so much this form, but his draconic one. And that name, Khamsin. That was familiar as well. Not for the first time, he wished Mendo was by his side. Both of them had excellent memories, but together, they were sharper, and he wouldn't be standing here, looking stupid, if he had the extra brainpower to help him figure out who exactly this was in front of him.

It could have been anyone, for all he knew. Though he figured he'd remember him if he was someone who had made an attempt to attack him. Or even if he just went out of his way to try and give him a heart attack, like that damn Ciraquen. Which he probably wasn't in any harm... yet. That dragon very well could be someone he'd worked on before, angry at something he or Mendo had done during a surgery or some medical procedure and coming after him for it. That had happened before, sadly. Those not in the medical field seemed to think that if you couldn't save their loved one, you were the ultimate killer; not the accident or disease that actually did.

And then it hit him.

"Airantheil. That was your rider," he said matter of factly, finally lowering his stick. Oh he remembered them both now. That had been one of the harder cases he and Mendo had ever had to work on. He worked on many cases, but very seldom was he actually called away from his normal work to help other medics try and fight what could best be described as a mystery disease. The young woman's passing had kept him up for days, stressing over whether it was contagious, and just what it was in general. It was not a case he was likely to forget, as faded in his memory as it had become.

Anyone else would have offered their condolences at that time, or at least inquired into the dragon's well-being after the passing of his mate. But not Kairo. He simply didn't operate that way. Especially when Mendo wasn't around to make sure he acted in a socially acceptable manner.

"You're still around? I would have thought you would have left, or found another rider. Or offed yourself. I've seen that too."
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Khamsin kept his distance as he continued to hold out his hand in response to Kairoí holding of the stick. Not that the make-shift melee weapon would be very effective against him, he still didnít want to enter into a confrontation like that. Besides, Khamsin didnít fight unless absolutely needed to. He waited, starting to feeling awkward as he stood there waiting for the other to say something. The pregnant pause that lingered told Khamsin that the other had to be somewhat socially awkward and before he could maybe say something, he uttered something. A name.

A name that nearly made his own heart stop. It had been a very very long time since anyone had said her name out loud to him. Even though he had returned, to find a better purpose in his life now that his bonded had left. While he thought of her fondly he hadnít accounted on how it would affect him when someone else spoke her name. His breath hitched, and held back a tremor. Right, like that was supposed to be the first thing one says, but he didnít stop, rather continuing rather callously to the Sand dragons ears. He dropped the hands, and ran his hand through his bushy hair, taking a deep breath.

Now that he had said something, he remembered him, vividly. He had been the head medic that had taken on the case in trying to save her. Khamsin held no grudges against them, didnít seek anything but maybe to express his gratitude that they had tried. That they had done everything they knew how to try and save her. That they had cared to put their all into trying to save her. Not many would have done it, especially being such a high-ranking figure. But perhaps it all came part of the job, the dragon didnít know. He wasnít a medic, nor was he such a high ranking--which suited him fine. He sighed, releasing the shaky breath he had suddenly started holding as his mind clouded over with unexpected grief. It cropped up in the littlest of ways and Khamsin would never get over her death. Not really.

ďYes Iím still around--for her sake if anything. There are no other riders, no one that could ever replace her.Ē He replied, raising an eyebrow at his callous nature. Of course, he wasnít aware Kairoís past or how his partner would have been far more beneficial to the whole encounter. But Khamsin figured himself adaptable for the most part. ďKilling myself would just defile her memory. Wouldnít dream of itĒ A lie. Mostly. He had dreamed of it, thought of it to begin with. But Time and friends had helped until it became an impossibility--an insult to her memory. It hadnít been easy, it had been a hard road to walk but he hadnít been alone to walk it-mostly. There were only things he could do himself, but having had a support system had been beneficial.

At least he had lowered the stick in his recognition and Khamsin didnít have to worry about that. When it became clear the other wasnít going to take his hand, he redacted it, letting it fall to his side loosely. Thoughts swirled through his mind, but there wasnít anything he could do now that her name had been mentioned. His sweet sweet Airantheil, she had been so young. So sweet. A ray of sunshine to cloudy days. Nothing seemed to get her down and now. He had her memory to love. She would never be forgotten. Not really. He breathed through the small grief spell, focusing on things around him. The clear blue sky that sparkled with fluffy clouds. The snow covered his feet causing shivers to run through his body. The trees whispered as the wind played through their boroughs, and the birds sang tentatively as there was nothing large shaking the earth. He could taste the crisp cold air that as he exhaled, created a puff of smoke that rose and took his sad thoughts with him. Within moments, Khamsin was back in the the present moment, looking at the Blood/sound rider.

ďSo yes, I am still alive and kicking if youíre worried about that. Canít say itís been easy, but thanks for the reminder.Ē He couldnít help the sarcastic twinge to his voice, but it hadnít been very nice to just suggest that he had offed himself. Maybe leaving, yes that would be more acceptable and more to the truth--he had left for a while. But he came back. ďI did leave for awhile, but there has been something Iíve been meaning to do.Ē He hadnít meant it to be ominous, but Khamsin needed to thank him. Properly for trying. He hadnít had the time, or the thought of where to find the pair--they were always busy as was he, and it wasnít something that should have been done by a card or email or message of sorts. He couldnít remember if he had thanked them after for trying but at least he could do it now.

ďThank you. Thank you for doing everything you could do to try and save her. I donít know if I thanked you after--it was hard through the pain and panic to think clearly, but thank you for trying. I know it was your job, but still.Ē He paused, clearing up the lump in his throat and shook it off. ďThank you for giving it your all.Ē the large dragon felt better, as weight had been slightly lifted to ease the burden off his chest. It would never go away, he had come to terms with that, but he knew that, as much as he could ease the pain, there wasnít anything that would take it away forever. But he wouldnít let it be a weak point--it was his strength, she was his rock as he had been for her. At least, that is what he strove for. He wasnít perfect, and it was a road with many paths and trails.
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