Kankri crying in Porrim's fabric pile. Porrim sat next to him, patting his back gently and shooshing him every once in a while. Kankri hadn't stopped crying since he got there, which was about an hour ago. His face was stained with his red tears. Porrim hadn't gotten much out of him other than something had happened with Cronus. Kankri finally finished crying, by sobbing again and sneezing. Porrim kissed his forehead. "S9 what happened Kankri?"
Kankri looked up at her. "Well… Well… Uh…" He took a deep breath.
"So I went home, and I couldn't find Cronus, so I went into his room, and he was there. And he was there. And he was sewing his gills shut… So naturally I had to help. So I cut them free, the thread I mean, and then I was worried, because I thought he might of did something to his grub scars, so I wanted to check on them. He freaked out. He said I wasn't his moirail so it wasn't my problem. I pointed out he didn't have a moirail, and I shared the hive with him. He then said I wasn't his matesprit either, and to leave him alone. I said he didn't have a matesprit either, and that I wanted to help. Then he said I didn't know what it was like to feel wrong in your skin…" He stopped and wiped his face.
"I think I of all people understand. I mean, I grew up with a mutant blood color."
Porrim nodded and pat his head gently, as a sign to continue his story.
"I told him that. I did. He pushed me… then he was on top of me, holding me down. He said I didn't understand anything… I told him to let me go and I would leave. He did, I ran to leave, but he got my arm, held me still. He pinned me to a door… my hands above my head… he touched my horn Porrim… So… So I…"
Porrim nodded. "So you did what?"
Kankri took a deep breath. "I kicked him in the sheath…"
Porrim had to smile at that. She had taught him well.
"I ran… and I got here… Oh Porrim…" He cried again burying his face into his shoulder.
She shooshed him again, rubbing small circles on his back.
"Shhh. I am here now. He can't hurt you…"
Porrim shook her head slightly.
"He will NEVER hurt you again."
Kankri slowly calmed down, resting against her side. He was shaking slightly leaning against her. She took a hankerchief and wiped his face clean smiling.
"Much better."
A knock on the door sent a huge shake through Kankri's body. Porrim stood, wrapping Kankri in a makeshift blanket and heading to the door.
She opened it to a smiling Aranea, Porrim let out a sigh of relief.
"Ah. It is just you Aranea. Is it time for me to size the new dress already? I am just having a bit of an… unseen issue, so Kankri is over. If you do not mind him being here?"
"Oh! Kankri is over? Lovely! I would love to talk to him about an idea to do a story night."
Porrim smiled softly. "I think that would be lovely."
Aranea nodded and headed into the back room, where Kankri was in the pile. Porrim followed her and headed to her desk where she took out a cerulean dress she was designing.
Aranea sat down in front of Kankri.
"Hey Kankri! I was wondering if the both of us can have a story night."
"A story night?" He was curled up, but managed a smile.
"Yeah! We can share stories with everyone! It would be a great bonding night!"
Kankri nodded slowly. "That is a good plan! It would be a good way for us to all get to know each other again."
Aranea smiled widely. "Exactly! It would be great!"
Kankri nodded more. "Yes. We would have to send out invitations. We would also have to make sure that the place we hold it is able to contain everyone. Wide enough doors for Rufioh. I can translate Damara's stories, which is the best plan, as I can make sure it is appropriate for everyone. Also we would have to ban skateboards, so Mituna doesn't accidentally break anything."
Aranea stood as Porrim took her to the table and started measuring, memorising the numbers. Porrim had a small smile on her face as she watched Kankri smile fully while thinking out the planning.
