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POSTED: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:37 pm

Cidro Amato de la Peña
Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun
Optime | August 17th | After-party bonfire
here we gooooo
WORD COUNT
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The warm haze of the sun had worn off as the day reached its end, and Cidro had still yet to connect with anyone here. Groups of Courtiers and Cavaliers alike had split off to drink, swim, or just relax by the bonfire’s glow. The youth came here after tireless persuasion from Cicely, but really, the moment he heard of the party, he knew he’d be going. He’d been abundantly successful at making friends in the Court, and knowing they were allied with Casa, he was sure it’d be just as easy to make them there. To his chagrin, it was not.

The Seigneur sat off to the side, looking dejected. He untied and retied his braid absentmindedly, wishing he could just get over himself and go talk with the others. It was difficult for him, though. He was surrounded by adults who were excessively drunk and loud, and the youth was far from comfortable talking to them. Aggressive, drunk men hit a little too close to home for Cidro. He tugged his hair harder.

He’d known a few Courtiers to be this aggressive, like the Haskels, but it was shocking how many Cavaliers seemed to fit that mold. He’d come here hoping to break out of his shell, but upon realizing his company, he only crawled in further. He’d been lucky with how well he meshed with Courtiers. Because of that, he’d taken making friends for granted. It was so different here. No one was unkind to him, of course, but they still seemed so intimidating. Maybe it was just because they were at a party. It wasn't like the Court was being exactly demure themselves.

He wished for a moment that Cicely was with him, even though she could be a little loud herself. At least she didn’t scare him. They were chatting away earlier in the day, but she disappeared a little while ago and hadn’t come back. He needed to get over himself, it wasn’t like he was her only friend. She probably had better things to do. He sighed, resting his chin in his hands. Maybe he shouldn’t have come after all.

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POSTED: Fri Aug 24, 2018 6:42 pm

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If I can live through this, I can do anything

Fresh from the last party, Cedric was unsurprisingly very apprehensive about another celebration not long after. The party for youths had shown Cedric just how poor his social skills were, by putting him around excitable others that he didn't really know and had to try and avoid. He'd seen friendships and fun and was hit with the realisation that he'd done hardly any talking in his life, at least to others outside his family. Fortunately with that party, the competitions had given Cedric a chance to warm up to others an get a bit more comfortable, and the night had ended with satisfaction. Since then, the young Stryder had been making efforts to talk more, and not just to Nora before bed or his others siblings in the house, but others around the pack.

But then this new party came around, and this time Cedric knew for sure he wasn't going to be able to be social. The Court, a pack allied to Casa, was coming down to celebrate and eat and be merry. Outside of being attacked by a loner in Halifax, the clam bake would be the first time Cedric would meet others from a different area than Casa. It made the youth nervous. He wasn't going to make an appearance but decided to stop being ridiculous and at least appeared later on in the festivities. Isaac had been a friendly face to entice Cedric over to help him bake clams and keep the boy distracted from the crowds of strangers, but even he eventually lefts to mingle with the Court guests.

Which had left Cedric alone once more. He'd moved away from the main bustle of the party as the crowds began to grow a bit more loud and merry with bellies full of clam and drink, and decided to pace the outskirts of the bonfire like a guard on patrol. It didn't take long for Cedric to find the itch to simply leave and get an early night, but as he turned his golden eyes caught something keeping a distance from the party. A stranger, no doubt a Courtier, around Cedric's age seemed to be avoiding the party's noise and bustle. The young Stryder supposed that if he should socialise with anyone in this party, someone who looked as reluctant to be here as Cedric felt would be perfect.

Cedric approached slowly, dropping his head into a small bow once he'd gotten close enough. "You don't look like you are enjoying yourself." Cedric stated bluntly, before looking back to the rabble with a frown. "I can't blame you, I wouldn't want to be in there either." There was a moment of Cedric deciding whether to keep talking or move on, he wasn't adept at picking up social cues, the boy didn't even know if he should sit or keep standing there. The snowy boy put his hands behind his back and smiled softly. "I'm Cedric Stryder, I assume you are over here from the Court?"

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POSTED: Sun Aug 26, 2018 9:44 pm

Cidro Amato de la Peña
Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun
Optime | August 17th | After-party bonfire
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Cidro brooded for a moment more, feeling it’d be too pathetic to leave after talking to no one. He resigned himself to listening to the calamity further down the beach, tracing his fingers in the sand. He listened to the waves gently crash over the beach— a calming reprieve in face of the party’s chaos. At least it was nice out, but it did little to better his mood.

After tying and retying his braid obsessively, he noticed it started to get tangled. Sighing, he pulled it apart completely, throwing the dark locks over his shoulder and combing it with his fingers. He tried so hard to look good today, too. He'd tied his hair intricately with an assortment of braids, threading several wildflowers through the strands. The flowers fell through now, settling in his lap or getting caught in his locks. He probably looked stupid, but it wasn’t like anyone was coming up to him anytime soon.

One perk of being blind is that it’s easy to hear people coming. One fault of being Cidro is his crippling self-doubt. The youth listened as the boy approached, clearly a Cavalier. It was odd that he was so far from the party, but he was probably just making his way back home— nothing too out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until he heard the footsteps going directly towards him that he panicked, quickly trying to brush remaining flowers out of hair. At least his hair wasn’t messy now, it just looked like a bouquet. He felt kind of dumb, but he was running out of time. He decided to just go with it.

When the Cavalier got close, Cidro felt himself go tense, praying he wasn’t as drunk as the others. It wasn’t until the boy spoke — very low and surprisingly blunt — that the wolfdog’s mood shifted. His panic was replaced with a warm sort of curiosity, albeit still a little apprehensive. He certainly wasn’t what the Courtier was expecting. Cidro looked up at him dumbly, slowly moving his fingers from his hair down to his lap. His words were so... honest, yet far from unkind. Cidro took a moment to investigate him, content he didn’t carry the sickening stench of alcohol. He was even more charmed by his words, which caused a shy chuckle to escape the Courtier’s lips. He shifted so he was sitting upright, and responded in a hesitant voice.

Ay, I suppose. I would talk to them, it’s just they’re a little, uh—“

He paused, struggling to remember the English word. Thankfully, his vocabulary expanded over the last few weeks, but he was still far from fluent.

“A little rowdy for my tastes, heh.”

He flipped his hair until it settled at his back, hoping the Cavalier wouldn’t pay it too much mind. He could feel the boy’s uncertainty thick in the air around him, and it only served to further charm him. He should’ve been alarmed with how quickly he became enamoured with him, but he was too transfixed to care. He listened as he continued in his low, calming voice. There were men at the Court who were gentle, sure, but no one quite as relaxing as this Cavalier. There was just something so genuine about the way he spoke— seemingly untouched by the formalities that stiffened conversations. Dios, what would he have done if he left early and missed this opportunity?

, been at the Court a few weeks now.”

He raised a hand as if to shake, a little unsure.

“I’m Cidro. Glad to meet someone who isn’t too drunk to speak.”

He chuckled, a little more confident this time. He smiled up at the Cavalier curiously before patting the ground next to him, encouraging the boy to join him.

Ven, Cedric. Come sit with me, it’s nice out. The sound of the ocean…”

The youth took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting the gentle ocean breeze card through his hair.

“It’s very calming.”

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POSTED: Sat Sep 08, 2018 4:50 pm

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If I can live through this, I can do anything

A desire to protect all those he cared for made Cedric somewhat good at noticing when things were wrong. There were occasions when Nora would be a bit annoyed or upset, and Cedric would be there immediately to help his sister, just as she would for him. As a pup he'd always focused on the injuries in his family, the scars and missing parts and limps. Cedric took them all into account and felt a sense of protectiveness over those who he felt needed it. But, all of Cedric's knowledge came from things he'd seen. This boy's eyes were odd to look at but Cedric didn't understand what that really meant just yet as he focused on the milky-grey eyes pointed in his direction. The figured fumbled with his long hair for a moment, but Cedric didn't quite get why he seemed so panicked by it. The other boy's dark hair looked fine, intertwined with stems of flowers that reminded Cedric a little of his milk sister, and coupled with the other's feminine physique almost made Cedric assume they were female before picking up on their scent against the ocean's breeze.

The Stryder's ears picked up on the accent and, having only heard hints of different voices from his pack-mates, couldn't place what or where it was supposed to have come from. The boy glanced over to the gathering then back to the Courtier and nodded. "Rowdy and drunk, yes." Cedric agreed. "One of my pack-mates let me try some of their 'drink' and explained it was supposed to make me relax. It tasted horrible, so I don't really understand what they expected because I didn't feel very relaxed at all." It was an attempt at talking, Cedric was still getting used to idle chatter without a purpose and it felt like the only way to get talking was to express every detail.

Taking the hand, Cedric gave it a polite shake before returning it to it's owner and joining them facing the sea. "You aren't drunk either. Your voice is strange but I don't think that's due to drink. You're from... somewhere else, aren't you?" Another concept Cedric couldn't quite wrap his head around; the fact that the world was a vast place that was impossibly long and full of all sorts of people with different voices. "I've only ever been here, in Casa. My father is the Lune, the leader of the pack. The only time I left the pack I was attacked by a monster."

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POSTED: Thu Sep 13, 2018 10:37 pm

Cidro Amato de la Peña
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Optime | August 17th | After-party bonfire
this is lonnngggg >_<
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Everything about the Cavalier was calming, from his low, steady voice, to his blunt, honest demeanour. In an odd way, it almost reminded him of Paloma, but the feelings clawing at his chest for Cedric felt quite different than the certain, steady warmth he felt for his guardian. How strange it was that the guarded Courtier got attached so quickly. Cidro wondered if the boy had that effect on everyone, or if the Seigneur was just feeling particularly vulnerable.

The Courtier huffed a laugh at the Cavalier’s agreement before listening to him recount his journey with alcohol. It wasn’t exactly a topic Cidro wanted to think about, but it sounded a lot less intimidating in Cedric’s words. Cidro never had a drink, and never wanted to. He knew it did funny things to your head, and made aggressive people more aggressive still. A lot of people around him got hurt because of it, yet somehow, the Cavalier was able to make such a frightening concept seem so simple and surmountable. He couldn’t help but laugh again as he finished his story, whether out of awe or amusement, he wasn’t sure. What a bizarre night. What a bizarre boy.

“Good thing you didn’t drink any more. If you had as much as they’re having—“

The wolfdog gestured to the others where he was sure dumb decisions were being made. He heard a man boldly shout I bet I can jump over this fire without getting burnt! Cidro snorted.

“Well… I think it speaks for itself.”

When Cedric took his hand, an odd thing happened. He felt equally light and heavy, and his heart felt like it was beating double time. It wasn’t out of fear — he knew what that felt like — so what else? Why did the Cavalier have such an effect on him? As Cedric retracted his hand, the youth began to feel a little empty. That feeling was decimated when Cedric slid down beside him. He knew he asked him to sit, but there was no way he could’ve anticipated how nice it would feel to have the larger boy’s warmth against his side. Well, not quite, but he was certainly closer than he was before. Cidro swallowed thickly. Señor ten piedad.

Cedric was talking again, this time addressing Cidro specifically. He broke himself from his haze, trying to focus on his words instead of the soothing timbre of his voice. Once he understood the words, he surprised himself by only feeling a little tense. Usually, discussing his past was an immediate red flag, but something about the soothing atmosphere of the ocean breeze couple with the boy’s presence… Cidro supposed he could spare a few words, if only to sate the Cavalier’s curiosity.

“I’d rather die than touch a drop of that poison, so you’ve got that right. My voice—“

He wanted to be mad that Cedric had been so blunt with how different Cidro naturally sounded, but he just couldn’t. It was usually so easy, getting mad, so why wasn’t he now? Why was his honesty calming? He gave up questioning and decided to just answer his question.

“Well… you’re right about that too. I’m from further south, México. We speak in a different tongue there, makes my English sound funny.”

He suddenly felt vulnerable, and reached up for his hair, toying with it nervously.

“I’m trying to fix it though, to speak like the rest of you. Just takes time.”

He lowered his head.

“Sorry if it makes me hard to understand.”

Cidro decided instead to focus on the second part of Cedric’s words, words that both intrigued him and left him with a strange feeling in his gut. The fact that Cedric was essentially a Prince was not lost on Cidro, but for some reason, he couldn’t find it in himself to feel intimidated. If anything, the thought only made Cidro’s heart beat faster. The Courtier didn’t need eyes to see how well the Cavalier fit the role of a future leader, his calming voice could easily keep his people together. But what really stuck with the wolfdog were his final words. He found himself speaking before he could even think it through, as if on instinct.

“Before I came here, my mother was attacked by a monster too.”

He’d never told anyone about this, he didn’t know why he was saying it now. He wasn’t sure if he could stop himself. But here he was, giving the Cavalier a sincere look, empathizing with him. Something about him just made him want to open up. The thought scared him.

“In her work—“

He grimaced, not liking the false sound of the word. After all, what kind of work entailed selling your own body?

“She dealt with monsters all day, but this one… he took it too far. We had to run.”

The memory felt bitter and painful, but he couldn’t stop voicing it. Even in the simplicity of Cedric’s words, he could sense pain there, too. He felt a need to empathize, to comfort him.

“It hurt me, knowing I couldn’t protect her. Knowing I can’t protect her.”

He sighed, albeit it a little shakily. He turned to the other boy, unseeing eyes somehow alive with emotion. He offered him a gentle smile, tentatively reaching out a hand to place on his shoulder.

“But I’m here now, and so are you. That must mean something, right?”

He chuckled, a little sadly, but tinged with hope.

"World isn't done with us yet."

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POSTED: Sat Sep 15, 2018 5:51 pm

OOC -great stuff! Mine shies in comparison xD

If I can live through this, I can do anything

"It doesn't appeal to me anyway, even if it did taste better than dirt." Cedric replied quickly and truthfully. He'd probably never be the kind to drink, it looked like it made social situations easier but Cedric couldn't see it that way. To him, it just looked like it made others sillier, less focused, something Cedric could never deal with. He'd much rather struggle and learn to cope with talking and getting to know others than bumble around foolishly.

Cedric was feeling a bit warmer and more relaxed when he sat down, though perhaps not in the same way as his new companion. He could only assume the sudden flood of calm was because he'd succeeded in talking to another, enough to be considered friendly with them. And Cidro seemed nice, and very fascinating to the young Stryder. Cedric nodded, a little proud that he'd assumed correctly that the other was from somewhere else, it showed his improvement at understanding others. Though this one was particularly easy to guess, since Cidro's accent was quite strong, it had Cedric intrigued. "Mexico..." Cedric repeated, knowing nothing about the place. "Why do you need to fix it? There isn't anything wrong with your voice. It's different and a part of you." Cedric then frowned, glancing off towards the folds of white foam rolling across the shore. "Everyone sounds different, if we all sounded the same then it would be confusing and impossible to communicate."

"Besides," Cedric added, golden eyes flickering from the sea to his companion, "If you really did speak a different tongue, then that must make it hard to learn a new one as well. I... I struggle with just one tongue, reading it anyway. So to know two tongues makes you very smart, doesn't it?"

The boy found the others fumbles a bit strange, the way he stroked through his own hair slowly dawned on Cedric, it was a calming mechanism, he'd seen similar things done by his sisters. Perhaps it was a long hair thing, Cedric didn't mess with his own hair because it was so short, so stroking it would look odd. Instead the boy usually made a habit of finding something for his hands to do when nervous, like fold together or pick up something. Oddly though, Cedric didn't feel very nervous right now, not like he'd usually be when trying to socialise.

Whilst the other spoke of his mother, of monsters and pain with a shaky voice, Cedric was politely quiet, only speaking when Cidro was done, a hand placed upon the young Stryder's shoulder. For a moment, Cedric was caught on what to say, then it all came flowing out. "The one thing I've always wanted to do was make my mother proud. She's where my Stryder name comes from, and she... she died to make sure me and my sister Nora could be alive. Because of that, I've always wanted to be the best, and protect everyone I care about. I can't protect her, she's a part of the aurora now, she flies across the night sky with all the others, but I know she's watching, and all I want is to show her that I was worth her leaving everyone behind."

Cedric huffed out a breath before continuing. "When I got attacked by the monster, I thought I'd failed, I wasn't strong enough. But, I've been told by others that strength comes from bonds and family. Maybe you can find the same in the Court? They can help protect you or those you care about. Or if they can't, I'll do it."

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POSTED: Fri Sep 21, 2018 9:50 pm

Cidro Amato de la Peña
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Optime | August 17th | After-party bonfire
JAZZZYYYYY WHY IS CEDRIC SO SWEEEEET ;-; (also joke's on you. your validation made me write 1000+ words bwahaha)
WORD COUNT
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There was a lot of things Cidro hadn’t anticipated about this strange boy. His bluntness, for one, and the calming effect that came with it. The soothing low timbre of his voice was another, something rarely heard from boys their age. Most boys were loud and excitable, their voices rough and exuberant and brimming with energy. Cidro’s own was soft and lilting, but Cedric’s… it was something entirely new. It wasn’t weak like his own, but not aggressive like so many others. It was slow and steady and deliberate, strong but not rough, and so impossibly warm— even if he didn’t mean it to be. There were other things too, like his homely scent, but more than anything, it was his kindness that ensnared the poor Seigneur’s heart.

When the Cavalier spoke of his homeland, of his voice, of everything that alienated Cidro from his peers, he spoke of it in a way that made Cidro feel normal. For a moment, Cedric’s words made him feel comfortable in his own skin— something that was very difficult for the Courtier. For once in his life, the wolfdog felt validated. It was a very strange sensation. He swallowed thickly, unsure how to respond. But then he was speaking of his own struggles with languages— reading specifically. Reading wasn’t something the Seigneur had ever given much thought, considering it was something he’d never be able to do. But Cedric… Cedric seemed almost insecure about the concept, even breaking his steady tone to stutter. It caught the youth off-guard, and he rushed to reassure him, not stopping to think over his words.

“There’s no need to worry about reading when you speak so well. And anyways…”

He turned to face Cedric directly, vacant, silvery eyes turned his way.

“You’re not alone in your struggle. It’d be a little hard for me to read words I can’t even see, heh.”

He didn’t mean to let it slip, he really didn’t, but it was out in the open now. For some reason, he couldn’t really bring himself to care. He felt far too comfortable around the Cavalier, something about him just made him want to open up. After he spoke, he took a moment to process the rest of Cedric’s words, and flushed at the flattery. He quickly turned his face away again, laughing nervously.

“I’m far from smart, Cedric. I still have so much to learn.”

He shook his head, still tittering.

“You make me feel so much more capable than I am. But…”

He shyly turned back up to the Cavalier, peering up through his long eyelashes, even if it served no real purpose.

“It feels nice, if I’m being honest.”

Later, after Cidro’s voice trembled and shook as he frantically shared his experiences, Cedric began to recount his own— nearly as frantic as the Courtier. Hearing the steady-voiced Cavalier sound so pained was jarring, and Cidro felt the inexplicable urge to reach out for him once again, to pull him into a hug instead of a simple hand on a shoulder. He resisted, but just barely. There was no need to embarrass himself in front of someone he just met— not to mention the son of Casa’s Lune.

He knew there was pain in Cedric’s story, but he hadn’t realized how similar the pain was to his own. He felt his own wound open up alongside his new companion’s, and it would’ve frightened him if Cedric wasn’t so comforting to be around. He’d never been able to relate to another so closely, yet be so different from them at the same time. He wondered if this is what it felt like to truly understand someone, and to be understood in turn. When he mentioned the death of his mother, Cidro felt his heart seize in his chest. He opened his mouth to respond, to tell the boy that he wasn’t alone in that pain, but then Cedric spoke again, and his words shook Cidro to his core.

It was enough that he was empathizing with and reassuring Cidro’s fears without even knowing them, but then he was offering to protect him personally. Everything hit the poor boy all at once— the emotions and memories he’d kept tucked away, the insecurities, the fear, the longing for connection, it all poured out of him before he could start to process it. He couldn’t do anything but face the boy, frozen, his eyes overflowing with tears. This boy… this boy was going to be the death of him, he swore.

“I… you…”

He sniffled back the tears, equal parts embarrassed and mesmerized. He brought his arm up to his face, hastily wiping away the tears and laughing shakily because he didn’t know what else to do. He was feeling so much at once… it was quite overwhelming. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself before turning back up to the Cavalier, speaking in a hoarse voice.

“Sorry, you just… joder.”

He sniffled, wiping more tears from his eyes. He was thankful he wasn’t lucid enough to feel the full weight of his embarrassment. How humiliating it was, to cry in front of a stranger over a few simple words.

“You’re a very kind man, Cedric. Has anyone ever told you that?”

He smiled at him gently, pausing a moment to let that sink in before continuing.

“My mother died too, trying to protect me.”

He breathed shakily, slowly moving one of his hands to place over the Stryder’s. He’d been raised in a very affectionate culture, always reaching out and touching others to express your thoughts and feelings. This is what he told himself to justify his actions. Cultural differences, nothing more.

“I know what it’s like, feeling you’re failing her somehow… that her death was for nothing.”

He turned up to Cedric, a sincere, but determined look on his face.

“Cedric I’ve only just met you, but I know that she’s proud of you. That feeling you have, the need to protect others…”

He tightened his grip on his hand.

Good people have that feeling. It’s just a part of their nature. I don’t know what kind of person your mother was, but I’m sure any mother would be proud to have a son as good and genuine as you.”

He reluctantly removed his hand, not wanting to leave its warmth and security, but not wanting to make the Cavalier any more uncomfortable than necessary.

“The Court is very good to me, I’ve met many kind people there, like the people I’m sure you have here at Casa.”

He smiled somewhat bashfully.

“But… knowing someone like you was watching over me…”

He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, looking warmly over at his companion.

“I don’t think I could ever feel safer.”

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POSTED: Sun Sep 30, 2018 5:30 pm

OOC -Praise the beautiful Cidro posts! Ceddy's a sweet cupcake boy

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Insecurities were something everyone felt, it was an emotion that was impossible to avoid. Even Cedric felt vulnerable, even after trying his hardest to look strong and unbroken by anything life threw at him. Sitting with a book in his hand was Cedric's weakest state, because he could never find success in the pages. His uncle had helped Cedric with some words, explaining that the boy would have trouble reading but reassured Cedric that he wasn't stupid, but even after all of that the boy still had doubts. Cedric wouldn't outright say he was dumb, but he was no genius. Cedric's mind worked very black and white, and bluntness and honesty was the only way Cedric felt he could cope in conversations or even in his own thoughts. Complex ideas and things that took a lot of brain power quickly frustrated the boy. And yet, put Cedric in a battle situation, and the Stryder thrived. So long as his body was working, Cedric was focused, and he felt much more secure.

So Cedric understood if Cidro felt a bit insecure about his voice or anything like that, but as he then explained, Cedric didn't see it to be a problem. True to his personality, Cidro stating that he couldn't see didn't register immediately to Cedric, the boy was busy picking up on the fact that Cidro too struggled to read, and also admitted that Cedric spoke well. Cedric huffed a little, "I don't know if I speak well. I tend to speak a little... simple. I'm not good at flowery words like my older brother, I just say what I think. And I don't talk much anyway, outside of my family I don't really have anyone I talk to." The Stryder admitted, trying to actually think of anyone outside of his family that Cedric actively spoke to.

Cedric was glad his words seemed to be having a positive effect on Cidro. As blunt as the boy was, Cedric truly did care about making a good impression on those he spoke to, and there was something about the small, gentle boy next to him that made Cedric want to see him happy. Perhaps that was just in the Stryder's nature; to protect and nurture those who were good and kind, or perhaps it was more than that. Cedric certainly wasn't the type to understand feelings.

Which was why Cedric panicked a little when he saw tears in Cidro's strange milky eyes. The Cavalier instantly thought he'd spoken wrong, and his body went ridged as Cedric considered ways to fix the mistake. Then Cidro spoke, kept talking and spilling out compliments at Cedric, which made the boy feel odd. Cedric had always considered himself on the side of good, but he'd never heard such words being spoken by another before. It made Cedric's stomach shift and his skin heat, and a feeling in his head that felt as soothing as falling sleep after a long day's training. A kind of happiness Cedric wasn't sure he'd felt in a long while. It hit with the realisation that the young Stryder didn't let himself relax much or embrace his emotions fully. The words Cidro spoke, the hand on Cedric's own, they all sent good feelings to the boy and yet they were so new that Cedric couldn't help but be uncomfortable.

Cedric fidgeted, filled with the urge to get up for a bit only to keep himself fixed as he finally picked up on Cidro's earlier words. "You said you can't see. I'm not sure what you meant but, do you mean you cannot see at all?" Cedric knew others lived with difficulties. The Stryder's milk sister had a bad foot, his brother limped, and another sister had no tail. Some had handicaps, but the boy had never heard of one that effected eyesight. If Cidro truly couldn't see, Cedric couldn't imagine how stressful that must feel. "I will protect you." Cedric repeated the words with more resolve.

"Your words, they made me feel strange. I haven't considered myself being good or worth any pride before, I've only worked and trained with the aim of being worthy of those titles. For someone who doesn't know me well to say I am good, then that makes you very good as well I think." Cedric tried to explain, before humming as he realised something else. "I do want to protect you, very much. Which will mean finding out where the Court is." It would also mean leaving Casa lands once more, something Cedric was afraid to do, despite how much he'd deny being scared. But, for a worthy cause like checking on Cidro and making sure he was safe, perhaps it would be worth it.

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POSTED: Thu Oct 04, 2018 10:44 pm

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Optime | August 17th | After-party bonfire
I love these boys…. so much ;-;
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Hearing Cedric’s self-deprecation was a no-go for the Courtier— such a sweet boy shouldn’t put himself down with sour thoughts. Cidro had enough of those for the two of them. He moved to reassure him, tone soft and genuine.

“No, that’s what makes it so special. You make sense of things in such simple terms… things that would drive me mad trying to figure out. It’s…”

He struggled with the words, only serving to prove his point. The thought made him huff a soft laugh, smile warm and bright.

“It’s comforting. Makes scary things seem familiar, if that makes sense. And as for the not talking to people thing, well…”

He pulled a stray flower from his hair, tracing his fingers over the petals before giggling stupidly to himself as an idea came to mind. He crawled forward, tucking it behind the other boy’s ear. He giggled again, settling back on his knees facing the Cavalier.

“You have me now. You don’t need any flowery words to make me stay.”

Later, as Cidro held the boy’s hand and offered him words of comfort, tears still glistening in the corners of his clouded eyes, he sensed tension straining the Cavalier’s frame. Dios, the last thing he wanted to do was make him uncomfortable. He just… mierda. He didn’t even know what he was doing. All his rational thought went out the window with this honest, kind boy by his side. He was nothing like the men Cidro was raised to fear. He was so gentle and honest and… he was getting ahead of himself here. Maybe he was being a bit too affectionate to the boy he’d just met, but dios it felt good. He felt similar to Paloma—safe, protected, and understanding—but there was something different to him too… something new and strange that he couldn’t quite place.

He wiped his eyes again, removing the last of his tears. He turned his head away shyly, waiting to be rejected. Weirdly enough, Cedric didn’t reject him, but he didn’t exactly address his words either. Instead, he focused on something that Cidro let slip before— his eyes.

“Oh.”

He brought his hand up to his face, tracing his waterline as he tried to think of something to say. As he thought, the tension left him and he chuckled as the ridiculousness of their conversation set in. How had they shared so much about each other in so little time? How was Cidro so comfortable sharing so many personal things about himself? He shook his head again, rubbing his hands over his face before turning back up to Cedric with warm eyes.

“Sorry, sorry… it’s not you, I swear.“

He gestured stupidly with his hands, not sure what he was even trying to explain. He eventually gave up, blowing rusty strands from his face and smiling over at his new companion.

“Yes, I can’t see at all. No one hurt me or anything, though— I was just born this way. I don’t even really know what seeing is, if I’m being honest.”

He shifted awkwardly.

“I hope… I hope it doesn’t weird you out too much. I know it’s kinda strange.”

But then Cedric was speaking again, something that took him a moment to understand. He’d said it before and it’d nearly stole Cidro’s breath, but god, he’d said it with such conviction this time. I will protect you. Something akin to butterflies filled his stomach and he felt his head grow light and airy. He flushed, smiling stupidly. This. This feeling was definitely new. He dropped the hand that was toying with his hair, long dark strands falling over his shoulder as he turned his face away shyly. All he was able to say in response was a weak, stammering:

“O-okay.”

Cedric—sweet, honest, wonderful Cedric— wasn’t about to let it stop there, though. He continued speaking in his low, steady voice that made Cidro tingly. He praised Cidro in such a genuinely honest way— no false flattery poisoned his words. It was just so painfully, well… him. This wonderful, strange boy. Jesus, he must’ve really misjudged Casa if it meant people like Cedric could come into the world. And then of course he was offering to personally come visit him in the Court. Just moments ago he said he’d never left his pack-lands except when he was attacked, and now he was adamant that he’d leave just to check up on him. He would’ve thought he was dreaming, but his dreams were never this good.

“I… ah…“

He rubbed his neck, looking bashful.

Dios, you’re sweet.”

He giggled, shaking his head in disbelief before turning back to his companion.

“You really don’t have to if you don’t want to, but—“

He hummed in consideration.

“I think you would like it there. The beaches, caves, it’s really nice. Oh!”

He grinned excitedly, remembering his furry friends. He leaned in towards him, tail wagging.

“We have such wonderful horses! I come check in on them every day. I know they’d love you.”

He leaned in further, whispering into his ear like he was sharing a secret.

“They’ll really love you if you sneak them an apple or two, heh.”

He settled back next to his friend, resting his arms at his sides.

“I wish I could give you directions, but I don’t really know how to get back there on my own either.”

He took in the lands around him, listening to the waves crash over the beach and the party still raging down shore. He suddenly felt stupid for rambling about the Court when he have every opportunity to be learning about Casa right now. Besides, if it was Cedric’s home, it’d do him good to learn all he could about it.

“You know… it might be awhile until you see the Court, but we are in Casa right now.”

He felt a chill night breeze blow against his thin fur and he leaned closer to Cedric on instinct.

“So tell me, while we’re here, what’s Casa like? Our packs are allied, are they not? Wouldn’t hurt to learn more about you guys.”

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POSTED: Tue Oct 09, 2018 3:52 pm

OOC -<3 Cedric makes me chuckle, he's trying!

If I can live through this, I can do anything

Having Cidro admit he liked how Cedric talked, then to assure the snowy boy that he didn't need to try to keep the other around made him feel a well of joy and relief rise in his stomach. All Cedric wanted was to be able to relax when he spoke, not worry about saying things the right way or think about how to phrase his words to ensure he wouldn't insult anyone. It deterred him from trying to make friends, but apparently none of that mattered to Cidro. Distracted by the other boy's kind words, Cedric responded to the tickling sensation of something being tucked next to his ear by shaking his head, immediately losing whatever Cidro put there. Seeing a small flower drop in his lap, Cedric plucked it up and replaced it in his ear. The boy didn't really understand the difference between 'girly' things and more 'boyish' things, so he wasn't embarrassed by a flower in his hair. Likewise, Cedric didn't really care about physical appearances, apart from judging them in a combat scenario. All Cedric saw in the flower was a gift from Cidro, which is why he was hasty to put it back in place.

For a moment Cedric wondered if asking about Cidro's sight issue was making the other upset, until he reassured otherwise, and then took a moment to consider the reality of that. Not being able to see, Cedric supposed that was like living with your eyes shut. But as Cidro described it, Cedric saw the condition as something even more tragic. So Cidro didn't even know what colour was, or what trees looked like, or anything. He didn't even know what Cedric looked like either, and here he was talking to the Cavalier and touching his shoulder or hand. That feeling of sorrow felt for another was something Cedric felt when seeing Naya unable to run around, even though she buzzed with energy and joy. Part of him wanted to take their pain away, burden it himself, if he could. But Cedric didn't know if such a thing could be done, it sounded like something impossible, so instead the boy would do all he could to make their tragic burdens a bit lesser.

Cidro took a moment to take in Cedric's oath, then spoke of the Court and of horses. Cedric smiled a little at that. "I like horses, they are big and powerful but I find them very relaxing. I help around the stables here in Casa a lot so maybe I can help at your stables as well." The boy replied.

As the other boy asked about Casa, Cedric had to think on his words now knowing Cidro had never seen things before. It made him momentarily uncomfortable but the young Stryder reminded himself that Cidro wouldn't mind even if Cedric worded it all wrong. "Right now we are sitting on Whisper Beach, it is has a lot of sand and water that waves a lot. The water is really cold, I carried my sister in it once during a game, the waves weren't too strong then. If you go away from the sea here, you get to the Fort. It is where most of the pack work and sleep, there's a big wall made of stones that I like to fix when I can. There's lots of houses and shops that Cavalier's work in, as well as training rings and a bigger house for pack meetings." Cedric described. Then the boy frowned, his typical expression that his new companion wouldn't get to see.

"I was going to describe myself to you, now that I know you cannot see me, but I don't think it would be very useful. Maybe... does touching help? Here," Cedric gently took hold of one of Cidro's hands and guided it to the Stryder's forehead, "this is my head. My hair isn't very long, so I can't make it all nice looking like yours."

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