pyr min solemnly swears he is up to no good (twinclaws) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-01-19 14:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, pyr min, tlisa karth |
Who: Pyr Min & Tlisa Karth
What: Rescuing Hypnos!
Where: A park in the Commoners’ District
When: 1/16 (backdated)
Rating: G
Status: Complete!
The park in the Commoners’ District was huge, and it wasn’t until Pyr arrived that it occurred to him he hadn’t thought to ask Tlisa where in the park the tree in question was. Nothing for it but to take a walk around and hope he caught sight of her, or message her over the network if he didn’t. His walk turned into a jog before long, in an attempt to keep warm despite the cold Capricorn air sneaking its fingers down his collar. Fortunately, he spotted her before long, standing beneath a tree and looking up with a worried frown on her face. As he approached, a telltale meow came from the branches. “Hey, Tlisa.” He greeted her with a wave. “I’m guessing food didn’t work?” He dropped his bag on the ground near her feet and examined the tree, devising a strategy. Having located a branch that looked sturdy enough, he heaved himself up carefully and began to climb toward the kitten. Truth to be told, Tlisa was in such a state of concern that she probably wouldn’t have been able to give Pyr more concise directions if he had asked. She had been alternating between shaking the small bag of treats that she always kept on her and calling out to the small kitty, even going so far as to try climbing up again. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t reach Hypnos from the last tree limb that looked as though it could support her weight, and she was starting to lose hope. Glancing around to see if Pyr was within sight, Tlisa stood on her toes as she nibbled her lower lip, aware that she wasn’t the easiest of people to spot in a crowd. Being short made it hard to be seen. Jumping slightly when he called out to her, she smiled shyly. “Hello, Pyr, and no. I guess he’s not hungry.” She figured Hypnos was probably scared, or maybe she was just projecting. “It’s okay if you can’t reach him, you know. I’ll still be thankful you tried,” she murmured quietly. “Don’t worry,” he told her. “I climb trees all the time.” Also fell from trees all the time, but it was inevitable, he supposed. He’d earned more than a few bruises that way (and a couple of broken bones). Better not to say that to Tlisa, though; he didn’t want to worry her even more. He grabbed onto the next branch, hugging the trunk and pulling himself up when he heard a creak beneath his foot. Hypnos had gone pretty high up. Being small made it easier to climb, Pyr supposed, though the distance to the ground probably looked all the more intimidating because of it. The kitten looked at him and mewed. “I’ll be right there,” he said. “Just wait a bit longer.” “Okay, if you’re sure…” she responded, still very clearly nervous. She wasn’t allowed to climb trees when she was younger unless she moved too quickly for someone to catch her, since it was a well-known fact that she bruised easily. Still, Pyr seemed to know what he was doing. She watched him all the same, mentally cheering him on as he climbed higher. She assumed he was being mindful of how thick the branches were and would stop if he ran into a problem. Hypnos was important to her because Cressida had given him to her, but she didn’t want anyone else risking their neck for her foolishness. Had she been keeping a better eye on her pet this wouldn’t have happened. Climbing became more challenging the further up he went. There weren’t as many sturdy branches that high, which meant he had to be extra careful choosing his footing. He got to a point where he didn’t trust it was safe to keep going, but Hypnos was just barely out of his reach, and he couldn’t risk losing his grip on the trunk. “Hey, Hypnos. Come down a little?” The kitten looked scared, though; he had to convince it somehow, or he wouldn’t manage to get it down. “Listen, I know your Dad! It’s cool! Jump on my head, okay?” Cats liked doing that, didn’t they? After a couple moments when Pyr thought it wouldn’t work, and was scanning the nearby branches once more for a possible route to get just a little bit higher up, Hypnos timidly backtracked and hung from the branch using his front paws for purchase, coming just a little closer to Pyr. Taking a deep breath, Pyr reached out with his left hand and snagged the kitty gracelessly by one of its hind legs. “Sorry,” he muttered, and helped it awkwardly tuck itself inside his collar, to keep it from the cold and free up his hand again. “I’ve got him!” he shouted to Tlisa. A small victory, but now it was his turn to figure out how to get down. Pacing and wringing her hands while looking up at the tree, Tlisa was starting to feel rather guilty. Pyr had gotten up there higher than she dared, and she knew that the branches weren’t the sturdiest where he was, which was part of the reason why she had stopped when she attempting to go that high. He wouldn’t fall though; he had assured her that he knew what he was doing. She wasn’t sure what he said, but she could faintly hear his voice and foolishly hoped that he somehow spoke cat. He probably didn’t, was that even a thing? She’d once read about people who could converse with beasts, but she’d never met anyone who had that skill. Gasping when she saw Hypnos start moving, Tlisa was already thinking of possible ways she could repay Pyr for saving her poor, silly kitten. Instinctively, Tlisa started to reach out when it looked like Hypnos might fall, the sight of him hanging from the branch making her heart clench in her chest. Oh, if anything happened to her baby Tlisa would be so bereft. Thankfully, Pyr was able to get him. “You’re the best!” she called up to Pyr, a bright smile on her face as she bounced on her toes. He had done what she couldn’t, and while he had yet to come down she was sure he was already working that out. She just hoped Hypnos didn’t make things difficult for him. Gingerly, Pyr started descending, letting muscle memory remind him where the sturdiest branches were. He couldn’t afford to glance down all the time, and even if he did, it was hard to see where he was putting his feet. Inside his coat, the kitten whimpered. “It’ll be fine,” he whispered. Whether he was addressing Hypnos or himself, he wasn’t entirely sure. When he was halfway down, his foot slipped. He felt the kitten tense up as it felt the sudden pull of gravity, and he grabbed at a higher branch. It held, by some miracle, and he was able to find new footing to start descending again. He couldn’t help a relieved sigh once he had both feet on the ground, and he had a feeling the ball of fur inside his coat agreed. “Here,” he said to Tlisa, fishing Hypnos out and offering him to her. “He’s all right.” Despite not being the one up in the tree Tlisa was still incredibly anxious as she waited for Pyr and Hypnos to be safe on the ground. He was doing rather well considering she hadn’t seen him glance down even once, and she hadn’t looked away yet. “They’ll be fine,” she murmured to herself, fingers knotting together as she continued to pace. Her gasp when his foot slipped from the branch was audible, her arms reaching out as though she would try and catch him if he did indeed fall. She knew logically there was no way she could anything to help him, but she wanted to try. Then she saw him regain his footing and sighed in relief. As soon as his feet were on the ground she was rushing over, her smile bright but filled with worry. “Thank you, I owe you for this.” She wanted to hug Pyr, but felt that would be too familiar, snuggling the kitten to her chest instead. “I’ll find some way to repay you.” He waved away her words with a grin. “It’s cool, Tlisa. Don’t worry about it.” As far as Pyr was concerned, it was only natural to help friends out. And though he had talked to Tlisa only a couple of times, he considered Cress a friend. Her little sister fell under that category by extension. Still, even if he didn’t feel like Tlisa owed him anything, he was getting a little hungry. “I guess food would be nice, though,” he said. “Want to go grab something to eat from the Bazaar?” She expected a response like that. “But Pyr…” she started, not willing to take no for an answer. It was customary to repay someone when they did something nice for you; it was also polite, and Tlisa had been raised to return favors. If he didn’t let her do something kind for him now, she’d find a way to follow through. The smile that came to her face when Pyr suggested getting food was completely different than the timid little ones she’d displayed previously. “That sounds like a great idea. My treat, of course.” “If you insist,” Pyr said. After all, he could never say no to free food. And so off they went, chatting and laughing toward the Bazaar, one happily rescued kitty cradled in Tlisa’s arms. |