A friend's concern (Shoki/Cyan)

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

3076.08.06 | Mid-afternoon

Viarth spiraled down into the Bowl, wings extended for gliding until the absolute last second possible. To tell the truth, it didn’t require much in the way of a backwing. He was already going pretty slowly by the time he neared the ground. He settled on the ground with a slight jerk, then crouched so that K’tar could slide from his back.

Viarth had chosen to settle to the ground between Korith and Valhauth, putting him across from Zigbrieth. K’tar landed, his knees bending to absourb the shock by instinct. He slapped Viarth’s shoulder, then crossed over to where Cyanee was just sliding from Zigbrieth.

I’ll be right over, Viarth.

You’re going to ask Cyanee-friend what is wrong, that she isn’t happy for past days?

Yup.

“Hey Cyanee,” K’tar called. “You’ve been seeming a little down. Anything you care to talk about?” He rather hoped it wasn’t anything too major, though it was so strange to see Cyanee upset for such a span of time. She’d been feeling down three days ago and hadn’t, from anything K’tar had seen, perked back up since. Of course, it wasn’t like he spent every waking minute with her, but still, this was unusual.

[Shoki]

Cyan looked a little down. Not impressively sad, that took doing and didn’t last this long. She just had been lackluster for a bit. Not completely, she had gotten a bit of a pick-me-up from wing practice. He brother hadn’t had a problem with them in the slightest. After all, she felt the best in the widest of spaces. The sky was the widest place she knew. She was still working with him again, doing her exercises that would help later. Mostly her thoughts were on what happened after this.

Her head lifted at K’tar’s voice, and she tried to be more upbeat. It came naturally to be upbeat, but for now her efforts felt a little flat.

“Hi K’tar.” She paused for a moment, considering a moment before rubbing the back of her neck. “It’s okay. It’s weird and kind of boring, you don’t have to worry about it.” Cyan really didn’t want to be a bother, and she really didn’t want to give anyone a reason to make fun of her. Not that people usually did, but some people did act a little weird when she mentioned she didn’t like small spaces. She hadn’t had that problem with Zigbrieth. Tactless he may be, she knew, could feel his love for her and that meant that his concern was so much larger than others. He’d taken the opportunity to have her explain, in detail about her attacks. He was hoping he could help if she ever had another. She was grateful for that.

That didn’t mean she wanted to talk about having an episode in front of Kel. She wanted to talk about Kel’s admission even less.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar raised an eyebrow. He rather thought it was probably a bigger deal then all that, but... if Cyan didn’t want to talk about it then there wasn’t much he could do. Not at the moment, at least. Certainly, she seemed able to submerge whatever it was, though not completely.

“Well, if you happen to change your mind, you know where to find me,” he commented.

Cyan’s going to be ok? Viarth’s tone was half question, half expectation. He really couldn’t concive of not being ok. After all, he always bounced back, and so did His. Well, His bounced back most of the time, at least.

Shrugging slightly, K’tar turned and walked back over to Viarth. He glanced over his shoulder and waved bye to Cyan just as he started to leave.

“See ya at dinner, if not before.”

[Shoki]

“Sure.” Cyanee seemed okay, but not normal. She could tell that K’tar wasn’t exactly convinced of her wellbeing, but there wasn’t a lot she could do or say about that. She didn’t want to talk about it, and K’tar wasn’t going to push her on it. Zigbrieth watched K’tar as he headed off, before he paused and commented.

“See you then.” She hesitated a moment, then a much more real and enthusiastic call reached K’tar. “K’tar!” She smiled a little brighter. “Thanks for asking. I appreciate it.” It was nice to have people ask about her, even if she didn’t want to talk. The Purplerider was a good guy, and she appreciated him being a friend. He still headed off though, and her smile faded a bit. She still didn’t know exactly what to do. She wasn’t a planner, and Zigbrieth hadn’t exactly helped with what she was going to do. Soon though she would meet up with Kel and talk. About what, remained to be seen.