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Valdis ([personal profile] redlightgreenlight) wrote in [community profile] ioduanlogs2018-08-01 02:52 pm

How do You Solve a Problem like Meira?

Characters: Valdis and some open
Date: August 2018 (ish)
Location: Around Aifaran
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: In Headers


Valdis was tired. Between the return of the Narrakra and the discovery she could return ruins to complete something would have been bad enough without the memory of the visions or what she had seen soul-walking inside that corpse. Aside from that, the knowledge that she could move the Void with more power than she believed had sparked a new determination to harness its power without fear. The events of the last week had been eventful, what with the short term Dreamfolk that had arrived only to vanish once the damage had been done. Admittedly most of them hadn’t left much of a mark, but some had. She hoped that things would calm down for a few weeks at least.
bestofthevein: (kit | talking)

[personal profile] bestofthevein 2018-08-08 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"All right. But be careful, all right? He spooks easy."

In his arms, Flekk wriggles a little anxiously at the prospect of being put down again, but Kit passes a soothing hand across his head and ears, mumbling a few quiet reassurances to him under his breath. He crouches down in the grass and sets the small bibiru down, then takes a moment to reattach his harness so that if he takes off again, at least this time he won't get that far. Then he looks back to the pup and waves her over.

"You've got to get down on his level," he tells her, patting the ground in front of Flekk. "It'll be less scary for him that way."
bestofthevein: (kit | grinning)

[personal profile] bestofthevein 2018-08-12 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Flekk," Kit answers her, smiling crookedly. He reaches out a hand to soothingly stroke the little bibiru from head to tail, which goes a long way to coaxing away the last of his reservations. Flekk perks up his ears and takes a cautious little hop closer to Meira, giving her nose an investigative sniff-sniff.

"A friend named him," Kit goes on, even though he grimaces a little, having said the words. Friend. Are they still friends? He rubs his jaw in thought, feeling conflicted but not wanting to communicate it too clearly.