...a little more...
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lavandarlizard2Just a quick blurble...
BFB - Part 079b - Mommie Darling
At ten minutes before the appointed hour, I felt the first shimmer of outsiders. They were not near enough to see yet; just barely entering our territory.
Wyverns give off a kind of signal to each other when in proximity, mostly instinctive; a sort of ‘here I am; I’m one of you’ beacon. When flying over or near another Clan’s territory this serves as notice of benign intent. I imagine it as being similar to the signals that Human aircraft send out, but with more subtle content. A stranger flying into our territory with no evil intent does not want to precipitate a confrontation, so he ‘broadcasts’ a call that means approximately ‘I am coming; I intend to land’. Within visual range an unknown or unexpected Wyvern will be scoped by one of the sentries and escorted to the IchiBan upon landing.
In Kohaku’s case, the sentry will simply acknowledge that she has been seen and approved, because this is her home Clan and she is well-known, and because she is expected. If Kiba were flying alone, and expected, he would be approached, but not challenged, because he is also known to the Clan.
I’m told that our system is remarkably like that of the air traffic controls of Human air transport. They probably got the idea from us.
“They’re coming,” I murmured to my Banshee and he sat up quickly.
“Oh geez...” he muttered. “You know, Heero, it’s a good thing I’m getting all these introductions out of the way at once, because if I had to do this over several days, you’d be hauling home a puddle of goo!”
I laughed. “Do not be absurd, Banshee! You have been the personification of poise!”
“It’s an act,” he insisted as I pulled him to his feet. “Smoke and mirrors, sleight of hand.”
I growled and pulled him in front of me where I could wrap my arms around him and rest my chin on his shoulder. “Then you are the world’s best magician,” I whispered in that lovely ear, “and I love you even more.” That served to shut him up and I licked his earlobe as he did that remarkable chameleon trick.
Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy that blush? It reaches from his hairline to his damn toes; he is the only person I’ve ever known who could do a full-body blush, and I love to follow its progress.
He closed his hands over mine, lacing his fingers with mine and leaning back into my embrace.
“Do the children know about me?” he asked suddenly.
“Yes. Well, Tsutsuji knows, Komori is a little young to understand yet. Don’t worry,” I reassured him, knowing where his thoughts were heading. “Kohaku says Tsutsuji is very excited to meet you.”
“Oh, god...!” he moaned and I laughed again. He’s not really as nervous as he thinks he is, in my opinion. He was the same way before going on-stage for that play last fall. I think it’s one of his coping mechanisms, learned for the Human world; he observes what others are saying and doing, and tries to do the same so as to fit in, to blend and not attract attention. It’s become automatic for him after so many years, but I am learning to notice the signs.
“There they are,” I murmured when I spotted the tiny speck.
Duo whined piteously. “I don’t suppose I could bribe you with hot, wild sex to forget this whole thing?”
“Nope,” I returned firmly. “Too late now.”
“Aw, crap.”
The speck grew and I picked up the sense of Kohaku.
Kohaku and I grew up together; we are only a few weeks apart in age. Her parents were Chosen, as mine had been, and they were exceptionally kind to me after my parents’ deaths. I expect that many people were surprised when we decided to have our duty children together, but not to Choose each other. They shouldn’t have been, but sometimes even Wyverns can be woefully unobservant. Kohaku knew almost as soon as I did that females would never figure prominently in my personal life. Having grown up in each other’s pockets, she knew all my secrets, all my quirks, all my annoying little mannerisms, and had no desire to even attempt to live with them.
This was fine with me, as I knew her inside and out as well.
Still, though, there is a great and abiding affection between us, made even deeper by our shared children. She was one of the first people I called when I realised that something was happening between me and Duo. I didn’t have to tell her a thing; she took one look at my face in the fire of the brazier and just knew. Much as I’ve tried to erase it from my memory, I can still hear her delighted squeal. She has hounded me ever since, demanding to know when she would be allowed to meet my delectable Banshee. I really don’t know why I waited so long. Maybe a perverse need to keep her in the dark, maybe just a deeply-buried fear that Duo would not find my Clan... well; approachable.
Duo seemed to be faring just fine with my Clan, so I had no doubts about this meeting with Kohaku.
I could now sense Kohaku, Tsutsuji and Komori, as well as the not quite as familiar presence of Kiba.
Kohaku is as adventurous as I am; she was working in the north of Japan when she met Kiba. It was, as they say, love at first sight. Kiba is an amber monochrome Wyvern; by that I mean that his eyes, his hair, his skin and his scales are the same color, with his crest being only a few shades darker. Most Wyverns are of the multi-hued variety – witness my own self – but a few rare individuals manage to achieve the single color. It can be striking or intriguing or just plain strange, depending on what color it happens to be, but it always gets noticed.
Kohaku and I are considered ‘plain’ Wyverns, because we can blend easily into Human populations. We both have dark hair and blue eyes, though her hair is a deep blue where mine tends more toward green, and we are both fair-skinned; she a more cream shade while I am more golden. My eyes are dark blue, variously cobalt, midnight or Prussian, depending upon my mood. Her eyes are lighter, more in the range of royal or sapphire. In our Dragon forms we are very different. My scales are an ombre’ medley of steel blue shades, with a neon green and yellow crest; she is a mottled blue-green with a lighter blue and pale green crest. All in all, Kohaku is a very pretty Wyvern; I was not surprised when she began attracting the attention of males from Clan Torii to Tokyo.
She was under no obligation to ask my approval of Kiba as her Chosen, but she did anyway. We have met, and I have seen his intentions toward Kohaku, as well as his relaxed affection toward the children. He is, as the Humans say, ‘good with children,’ much as I was when I was young. I seem to have grown more stern with age, more exacting in my expectations, while he has not. Perhaps a consequence of dealing more often with large, rowdy groups of Human children at the school. It is no great chore to set that aside when I am at the Clanhold or with my own children, so perhaps the perception is in my own mind. Duo also seems to think that I am ‘good with children.’
In any case, I approve of Kiba as a suitable Chosen for my cousin and parent to my children. And if he can beat me at basketball, well, no big deal.
BFB - Part 079b - Mommie Darling
At ten minutes before the appointed hour, I felt the first shimmer of outsiders. They were not near enough to see yet; just barely entering our territory.
Wyverns give off a kind of signal to each other when in proximity, mostly instinctive; a sort of ‘here I am; I’m one of you’ beacon. When flying over or near another Clan’s territory this serves as notice of benign intent. I imagine it as being similar to the signals that Human aircraft send out, but with more subtle content. A stranger flying into our territory with no evil intent does not want to precipitate a confrontation, so he ‘broadcasts’ a call that means approximately ‘I am coming; I intend to land’. Within visual range an unknown or unexpected Wyvern will be scoped by one of the sentries and escorted to the IchiBan upon landing.
In Kohaku’s case, the sentry will simply acknowledge that she has been seen and approved, because this is her home Clan and she is well-known, and because she is expected. If Kiba were flying alone, and expected, he would be approached, but not challenged, because he is also known to the Clan.
I’m told that our system is remarkably like that of the air traffic controls of Human air transport. They probably got the idea from us.
“They’re coming,” I murmured to my Banshee and he sat up quickly.
“Oh geez...” he muttered. “You know, Heero, it’s a good thing I’m getting all these introductions out of the way at once, because if I had to do this over several days, you’d be hauling home a puddle of goo!”
I laughed. “Do not be absurd, Banshee! You have been the personification of poise!”
“It’s an act,” he insisted as I pulled him to his feet. “Smoke and mirrors, sleight of hand.”
I growled and pulled him in front of me where I could wrap my arms around him and rest my chin on his shoulder. “Then you are the world’s best magician,” I whispered in that lovely ear, “and I love you even more.” That served to shut him up and I licked his earlobe as he did that remarkable chameleon trick.
Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy that blush? It reaches from his hairline to his damn toes; he is the only person I’ve ever known who could do a full-body blush, and I love to follow its progress.
He closed his hands over mine, lacing his fingers with mine and leaning back into my embrace.
“Do the children know about me?” he asked suddenly.
“Yes. Well, Tsutsuji knows, Komori is a little young to understand yet. Don’t worry,” I reassured him, knowing where his thoughts were heading. “Kohaku says Tsutsuji is very excited to meet you.”
“Oh, god...!” he moaned and I laughed again. He’s not really as nervous as he thinks he is, in my opinion. He was the same way before going on-stage for that play last fall. I think it’s one of his coping mechanisms, learned for the Human world; he observes what others are saying and doing, and tries to do the same so as to fit in, to blend and not attract attention. It’s become automatic for him after so many years, but I am learning to notice the signs.
“There they are,” I murmured when I spotted the tiny speck.
Duo whined piteously. “I don’t suppose I could bribe you with hot, wild sex to forget this whole thing?”
“Nope,” I returned firmly. “Too late now.”
“Aw, crap.”
The speck grew and I picked up the sense of Kohaku.
Kohaku and I grew up together; we are only a few weeks apart in age. Her parents were Chosen, as mine had been, and they were exceptionally kind to me after my parents’ deaths. I expect that many people were surprised when we decided to have our duty children together, but not to Choose each other. They shouldn’t have been, but sometimes even Wyverns can be woefully unobservant. Kohaku knew almost as soon as I did that females would never figure prominently in my personal life. Having grown up in each other’s pockets, she knew all my secrets, all my quirks, all my annoying little mannerisms, and had no desire to even attempt to live with them.
This was fine with me, as I knew her inside and out as well.
Still, though, there is a great and abiding affection between us, made even deeper by our shared children. She was one of the first people I called when I realised that something was happening between me and Duo. I didn’t have to tell her a thing; she took one look at my face in the fire of the brazier and just knew. Much as I’ve tried to erase it from my memory, I can still hear her delighted squeal. She has hounded me ever since, demanding to know when she would be allowed to meet my delectable Banshee. I really don’t know why I waited so long. Maybe a perverse need to keep her in the dark, maybe just a deeply-buried fear that Duo would not find my Clan... well; approachable.
Duo seemed to be faring just fine with my Clan, so I had no doubts about this meeting with Kohaku.
I could now sense Kohaku, Tsutsuji and Komori, as well as the not quite as familiar presence of Kiba.
Kohaku is as adventurous as I am; she was working in the north of Japan when she met Kiba. It was, as they say, love at first sight. Kiba is an amber monochrome Wyvern; by that I mean that his eyes, his hair, his skin and his scales are the same color, with his crest being only a few shades darker. Most Wyverns are of the multi-hued variety – witness my own self – but a few rare individuals manage to achieve the single color. It can be striking or intriguing or just plain strange, depending on what color it happens to be, but it always gets noticed.
Kohaku and I are considered ‘plain’ Wyverns, because we can blend easily into Human populations. We both have dark hair and blue eyes, though her hair is a deep blue where mine tends more toward green, and we are both fair-skinned; she a more cream shade while I am more golden. My eyes are dark blue, variously cobalt, midnight or Prussian, depending upon my mood. Her eyes are lighter, more in the range of royal or sapphire. In our Dragon forms we are very different. My scales are an ombre’ medley of steel blue shades, with a neon green and yellow crest; she is a mottled blue-green with a lighter blue and pale green crest. All in all, Kohaku is a very pretty Wyvern; I was not surprised when she began attracting the attention of males from Clan Torii to Tokyo.
She was under no obligation to ask my approval of Kiba as her Chosen, but she did anyway. We have met, and I have seen his intentions toward Kohaku, as well as his relaxed affection toward the children. He is, as the Humans say, ‘good with children,’ much as I was when I was young. I seem to have grown more stern with age, more exacting in my expectations, while he has not. Perhaps a consequence of dealing more often with large, rowdy groups of Human children at the school. It is no great chore to set that aside when I am at the Clanhold or with my own children, so perhaps the perception is in my own mind. Duo also seems to think that I am ‘good with children.’
In any case, I approve of Kiba as a suitable Chosen for my cousin and parent to my children. And if he can beat me at basketball, well, no big deal.
