Between Wherhandlers [Tag: Lanni/Mekirion]

The Crafter Complex is a series of buildings that contain craft halls and rooms for the crafters of New Atricis to work. There is a single dorm building for apprentices, while journeyman and masters live in second floor rooms in their respective crafts. Off to the side from the complex is the largest building, the Infirmary, where everyone in the Weyr receives Healer attention and desk workers keep track of who comes and goes at the entrance to the Infirmary.
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Sterling could be found in a variety of places around the Weyr after dark when she wasn’t actively on duty. Tonight she was free, and so she had decided to spend some time at the Weyr smithy, learning a few more things from the resident smiths she’d developed a friendship with while she was wherless, and inquiring further about the work on wher armor. It was a project that had stalled due to various different opinions on whether metal or leather was better or more doable. Sterling still believed metal armor to be a better choice, but she left the better crafters to argue it out for now.

For a while, Sterling took a break from the smithy, stepping outside to cool down from the heat inside. Outside in the dark her two whers waited for her, knowing she was taking a break and wanting her attention. She chuckled at them both, and reached forward to pat and pet them at the same time, a wher head in each arm. Not all whers were this affectionate with their handlers, but perhaps it was Sterling’s history as a wherhandler and the fact they had bonded at the same time made her situation different from others. Her two whers were such an important part of her life, and she didn’t even imagine what it would be like without them. She had faced that heartbreak once, she couldn’t handle even imagining it happening a second time.

In the middle of their little love fest, Stersk’s ears perked up and he stopped. He listened for just a moment before turning his head around. Clearly he had heard someone, and had already pinpointed the person’s direction. Sterling wasn’t worried though, and gave Stersk a sharp whistle to stand down so he didn’t go on the defensive. It wasn’t entirely common to have people out here this late, but she doubted it was anyone with ill intentions, and if it was, they were stupid to mess with a handler with two whers.
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For a few seasons now, a thought had been nagging at the green handler’s mind. He had approached his father about the matter, hoping that the more experienced handler would have an answer or at least be able to steer him towards someone who could give him better advice. Unfortunately Rafirion couldn’t help his son as he never gave much thought about the matter. All he could do was suggest that Meki seek out a handler who already held such a bond themselves. While the advice was sound, it really didn’t mesh well with the schedule Mekirion kept. Between his craft, his green, their drills and the family time his sister insisted they have, Mekirion really didn’t have a social life.

For weeks, Meki pondered how he would be able to approach another handler who had bonded twice. Well, more accurately a handler who had two concurrent bonds. There were a few in his father’s circles who had bonded again for various reasons but they couldn’t give him the answers he sought either. He was almost ready to give up when one night his Mesk gave him a bit of advice.

Mesk's ask Linsk's? They over there!

For a few moments Mekirion was drawing a blank. He had only just stepped outside to take a break from the heat of the forges when the green came up for a cuddle. His brow furrowed into confusion as he tugged the green’s head towards his own. ”Who? Mesk, who is over there?” He asked his wher as he kept her attention on his question and not the scratches she wanted.

Linsk and Stersk. Over there!

Mesk’s dark tail flicked to one side of the male handler towards a pile of whers and what looked like their handler. Blinking for a few moments, Mekirion wondered how he had forgotten about the young woman who had bonded at the same time he had. Slapping his forehead with one rough hand, Meki realized that his questions could have been answered ages ago.

”Come on, Mesk. Let’s go visit with them,” Mekirion suggested as the bladesmith pushed off his cuddly wher to stand on his own feet. Mesk allowed him to stand until he began to move towards the trio. Moving close enough to her Mekirion, Mesk’s warm hide kept brushing against her handler’s leg. A warm crooked smile came to Meki’s face as they neared the whers and Sterling.

Raising one hand in greeting, Meki dropped the other to try and keep Mesk by his side. However before her handler could greet the woman, Mesk spoke up, Linsk and Stersk! Mesk come to play too!
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It was easy to relax, because of course it wasn't anyone to be worried about, it was just Mekirion. Stersk relaxed instantly when he caught the familiar scent of Mesk, and when she called out to them he gave a happy rumble. *Stesk thought stranger. Just Mesk though. Mesk's here too. Mesk want race?*

Of course Stersk asked about a race, Mesk seemed inclined to play, and Stersk loved to run. Linsk gave a more proper, greeting warble to the other green, nuzzling her neck a moment to show her ease with the other green. Of course they would be though, they all knew each other, coming from the same clutch and all.

"Hey, Mekirion," she greeted the man with a small wave. "What brings you out here tonight?" She should have known really, but somehow, she hadn't seen him before, somehow always missing that he was nearby this evening. Feeling like she wanted to do something with her hands, but having nothing, she slipped them into the pockets of her trousers, adopting a casual, relaxed stance as Mekirion approached her.
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As Mesk was greeted by the other whers, Mekirion couldn’t keep the smile from his face. It was good to see his partner in a good mood. So when the green turned slightly to seek his permission to play, the bladesmith couldn’t help but nod in her direction. With excitement and joy flooding their bond, Mekirion chuckled at Mesk’s excited hopping. Mesk love run! Go run, Linsk? Mesk asked politely as she moved between the two whers.

Still chuckling a bit to himself, Meki almost missed Sterling’s greeting and question. It was the dual handler’s shift in stance that caught his attention again. ”Oh, hey Miss Sterling. I was taking a break from the forge when Mesk suggested we visit. I think she gets lonely when I’m busy crafting,” He finished with a crooked grin. While it was a bit of a stretch to claim that Mesk was lonely as he forged his blades, Mekirion also hoped that the topic could be turned towards the questions that he had been toying with for a while.

”Actually, I have a few questions, Ma’am if you have a moment or two…” His voice trailed off wondering if he was bold enough to keep on this track or if he would chicken out and brush off the wonder in his heart and mind.
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*Yes, Linsk race! To lake and back?* Stersk quickly turned his head to Linsk and wiggled like an excited dog. Sterling chuckled at him, but kept her attention on Mekirion, trusting the whers were fine, especially when Linsk answered.

*Ok. Race. To lake. Then back.* She conceded to the other two, though she liked to run too, like any wher really.

When Mekirion responded, mentioning he’d been in the forge too. They must have just been managing to miss each other all evening then. When he mentioned Mesk getting lonely, she smiled a bit and nodded.

”Yeah, it’s a bit easier when there’s two of them, they help keep each other company.” Of course they still wanted to be around her, but it was easier for her to take time away from them because they had each other. With Serisk she had to spend more time with the wher, which was probably why she had never tried to return to learning the craft her father had tried forcing on her when she was young. Both of those things were long enough in the past not to dwell on though.

”Actually, I have a few questions, Ma’am if you have a moment or two…”

She couldn’t help her slight snort at the use of “ma’am” for her, and she waved him off. ”Please, you don’t have to be so formal and polite. Just Sterling better suits me anyways.” She chuckled, smiling before nodding to him. ”So, what questions do you have? I might be able to answer,” she encouraged him with a playful wink.
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