Teaching Sky

[Chris Strongheart]

OOC: following the events here and here
OOC: sorry folks, but Sky only

'You know,' Christine thought to herself as she headed for the spot Sky was sleeping in. 'He's kind of cute when he's asleep.' She allowed herself one wistful smile before she hid it under a mask of "little sister-ness". She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at her stepfather. "He's up here, Dad."

: Peter gave his stepdaughter, if that's what you could call their relationship - he needed to talk to his ex-wife about what the devil he should call her daughter, a dark look and followed her. "You said nothing about hills."

"Ooops," Christine said in a deadpan. "My bad." Not that she cared too much if you wanted to be technical. Besides, she had to use the travel spell as well and you didn't see her being grumpy. Yet. It was still early and her body hadn't quite caught up to the travel spells and differences in time. She'd be feeling it later.

She walked up to the sleeping dragon and poked him with a stick. "Sky? You awake?" If he wasn't before, he would be now. Of course, Christine knew better but at this point... She didn't care.

: "I don't think it's wise to poke him," Peter said, looking at the dragon. "He might be a cranky napper."

"Then I'll just ask Brandon to bring him some milk and cookies and then we'll find his teddy bear and tuck that in with him," Christine said blandly. Honestly, the man, er, dragon probably could sleep through a bomb going off. She continued to poke him.

[specialist]

Sky felt poked. He grumbled and tried not to unleash his daily morning mood fury on everything.

"Yeah, yeah, wattisit?" He said, a little bit harsher than he intended to. "Dragons needs their beauty sleep too, y'now."

(God, I'm so out of my muse.)

[Chris Strongheart]

OOC: you're out? How do you think I felt trying to do that Boston thread My muse died several times

"Why aren't we Mr Sunshine and Light," Christine said, giving Sky a Look. "My stepfather was right. You *are* a cranky napper." Now, where was his teddy bear hiding? She also thought before mentally slapping herself that he looked cute, nestled on the pile of gold. He was Bloom's boyfriend and she was not interested.

: Peter gave a dry chuckle. "I suppose that leaves me to introduce myself. Peter Dickenson, Christine's stepfather. And you would be... She never *did* tell me your name."

Christine crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't think that was important, Dad." Obviously, her father wanted to make small talk before getting down to the crux of the matter. Which was helping Sky get back to normal or at the very least, getting him to understand his dragon body... just in the off chance that Breog decided to do a second round of chaos. Which, knowing Breog, was a good possibility.

: "It is, Melli. The last thing I need to do is insult him by saying Hey you. That's what you do with ogres," Peter said, his left hand shooting out to steady his stepdaughter as she looked a bit unsteady on her feet. He could see that the visions were taking a toll on her. That was mainly because she had been denying the gift for so long.

Christine offered Peter a grateful smile. "Thanks," she breathed in a whisper. Hopefully, Sky didn't catch sight of her momentary weakness. She would never hear the end of it if he had. "Uh, Melli's my nickname. My middle name is Melisande," Christine supplied before Sky could even think of giving her an odd look. And she silently hoped that he wouldn't recognize the name Melisande. She was not in the mood for that line of questioning. Then again - the odds of him recognizing the name was slim, but you never knew with royalty.

'Please itty bitty hamsters, don't turn the wheels that operate his mind and have him put two and two together. I don't think anything good could come of it,' Christine thought.

OOC2: if you want him to recognize the name - go ahead, might make for some good chaos

[specialist]

(Gah, you write so much. XP)

"Well... Peter, my name is Sky. I suppose the dragon was originally called Gorbash." He stretched out to see his arms again. He felt like he wasn't himself. Technically, he wasn't. He shook his head to snap out of his thoughts.

[Chris Strongheart]

(OOC: I write fanfiction. You think that's bad - Boston nearly killed me.)

: "Ah, Gorbash. I have some less then fond memories of him," Peter said, adjusting his glasses as they slipped down his nose. He mentally reminded himself to get them adjusted the next time he was in Boston - no need to be walking around half blind if his glasses fell off.

"That would be because you were in Sky's shoes when you were younger," Christine pointed out. Oh, dear, she should have watched what she said. She was probably going to get the full name treatment. Peter hated when she reminded him of his younger days.

: "That'll be quite enough, Christine Melisande Strongheart," Peter said, watching his stepdaughter stiffen when he used her full name. Peter cleared his throat and looked up at Sky, all the way up. "Well, Christine decided that since I had experience being merged with a dragon, that I should be your teacher. Exactly what have you done, besides sleep, since you got merged with Gorbash?"

Christine barely resisted the urge to say that he had done nothing. He had been a bit of a slug - just lazing about. But she was grateful, he hadn't seemed to recognize the name Melisande. Cue massive sigh of relief there. Or did he? Oh, bother. Things could be getting relatively messy in a short period of time. She shook her head, trying to clear it. The dull ache - the pounding of something wishing to be seen was driving her to distraction - and making her wish she never had her mother's gift.

: Peter's left hand shot out again to steady his stepdaughter as she looked a bit unsteady on her feet. He was surprised that the dragon hadn't caught sight of her weakness - and he was mildly grateful that Sky hadn't called attention to it.

[specialist]

"Well, I haven't done too much. I mean, I couldn't go strolling to the pub like this, could I? Plus I haven't completely got the hang of this body yet. It's so big!" Sky was frustrated. He wasn't used to being a dragon. And he hadn't expected to ever need to get used to being one.

"Look, we can talk about all the things I've done in my life, but is there a possible way to change me back? Not to be rude, maybe I just prefer my human self more." Sky sighed.

He knew something was up with... 'Christine', but he failed to recall why, and he wasn't doing his best 'why' to recall. He just wanted things to go back the way they were.

[Chris Strongheart]

: "I'm working on that," Peter said. "Of course, I was only slightly older then you when it happened to me and that was a long time ago." And he had worked to push all those memories to the far reaches of his mind - there were some things you did not want to remember. Like being forced to deny all magic in order to defeat an evil wizard, eating a whole cow - bones, hooves, the whole nine yards...

Christine decided standing was too much of an effort and sat down on the ground. "Well, we can teach you to be a "dragon" so you can get a hang of that body. That way, there won't be too many questions asked about the dragon that doesn't know what it's supposed to be doing." She gave a tight smile. "It'd be just how to obviously walk, breath fire and fly. And the last two are interconnected so if you learn to fly you learn how to breath fire at the same time."

: "And no, Melli, you can't make s'mores," Peter said, anticipating his stepdaughter's next comment. "I don't even want to know how you got the idea of making s'mores by using dragon breath."

Christine resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at her stepfather. Instead, she sighed quietly and started to hum softly a song from her childhood - one that she remembered Lyon liking. Oh, she missed her childhood playmate - and it hurt that he never contacted her in so many years.

"Why are there so many songs about rainbows, and what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide. So we've been told and some choose to believe it, I know they're wrong, wait and see. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered, when wished on the morning star? Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it, and look what it's done so far. What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing and what do we think we might see? Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers, and me.

All of us under its spell, We know that it's probably magic ............

Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices? I've heard them calling my name. Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors? The voice might be one and the same. I've heard it too many times to ignore it, It's something that I'm s'posed to be ....... Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection...

The lovers, the dreamers, and me," she sang softly, effectively ignoring everyone around her for a while.

: Peter looked over at his daughter. There was something off about her at the moment. Her mind was wandering - perhaps due to the stress of having visions almost non-stop. "Anyway..." he said, trying to draw Sky's attention back to him.

(OOC: users.cis.net/sammy/rainbow.htm - for the midi)