We were comrades in the last war, Chiron. And while our relationship has changed, it hasn't changed the fact that I want to support you just as much as you've supported me.
[There's no words to respond to that. Chiron hopes that the look on his face makes up for that fact. The smile there, it is small, but it is composed of utmost sincerity and real adoration that a centaur could ever have.
Fiore is very much a comrade, far more than she is a student or a Master or anything else. That kind of relationship is a rare thing, one that is sacred for how it comes about.
[This is nice, isn't it? Chiron considers if they should move on, but no. There's a soft breeze that picks up, and in companionable silence, this all feels too perfect.
Rather than move on, Chiron lowers himself down onto the ground, relaxing and becoming much too content with the world around them both.]
[ He's definitely teasing her, and Fiore realizes it, but flushes with a very quiet huff and turns her head to the side to deliberately avoid his gaze.
[Oh.....he's gone a step too far, hasn't he? Chiron knows to knock it off, and there's a far more apologetic look on his face. He turns so that it's easier to face Fiore.]
I hadn't realized that such a thing mattered that deeply to you. I won't do it again, although I am afraid you are not going to talk me out of letting you ride.
[ It's a good minute or so before Fiore glances back at him, not entirely mollified (though a great deal of that is really just her being embarrassed and flustered).
Still, he seems contrite enough, and after a moment, her shoulders slump slightly in defeat. ]
I may not have conveyed it properly before, but I respect you immensely. If I was rude in some fashion, or disrespectful, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. And if I had done something to someone respectable, even unknowingly, the punishment would not have been light in my family.
[ The influence of a magus upbringing apparently still sits heavy on her shoulders. ]
... If, however, you insist, then I'll regard this as the actual honor that it is.
Fiore, every action you have ever taken has conveyed that fact to me. [Chiron has known that since the moment he was summoned. He was one of the few servants who was gifted a master who worked besides him. Who allowed him to be himself, and knew that it was a worthwhile thing to listen to him when he spoke.
But there's something far deeper here. Family expectations have wormed their way into even this discussion, and Chiron understands the real reason this worries Fiore so.]
I can only insist, and only reassure that whatever your family might make of the actions, they would be coming from an outside perspective with no understanding of what centaurs are like.
I imagine that very few people are privileged enough to know what centaurs are like...
[ But he brings up a valid point (as per usual), and Fiore leans back a little more against his side. ]
So long as I don't offend you... then I'll accept that. [ And maybe one day she can move past her upbringing, even if the process is just as delicate as physical therapy. ]
[It feels nice, being leaned on in this particular way. There are a great number of memories wrapped up in those leans, his daughters, his students, even his wife some days. To use the centaur as a sofa was a true honor, one earned in so many different ways.]
If it happens, I will always let you know immediately. But until that comes to pass, I beg you to not worry about it.
... I understand. Thank you, then, for this opportunity.
[ She believes him, after all; Chiron isn't one to coddle, and she's grateful for it, even as she draws in a slower, deeper breath. She won't mention it again, focusing instead on just how strangely comfortable this is. He's still so warm, and they're out of the sunlight like this, the light trickling through the leaves.
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... And I intend to do that, completely.
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Fiore is very much a comrade, far more than she is a student or a Master or anything else. That kind of relationship is a rare thing, one that is sacred for how it comes about.
Words come eventually, even if they are small.]
Thank you.
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You're very welcome. My only request is that you permit me to pay my respects at some point.
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[This is nice, isn't it? Chiron considers if they should move on, but no. There's a soft breeze that picks up, and in companionable silence, this all feels too perfect.
Rather than move on, Chiron lowers himself down onto the ground, relaxing and becoming much too content with the world around them both.]
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[ This does indeed feel wonderful, but he's been carrying her this whole time... ]
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[Chiron pauses, then adds:]
I'm told my flanks are comfortable to rest against, if you'd like.
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I can't help but feel as though I'm being increasingly disrespectful to a centaur like this...
[ Riding one... leaning against his flank... ]
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[Tiny, tired Greek heroes pick weird nap spots.]
You realize that it's only disrespectful if I tell you not to do something and you do it regardless, yes?
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[ She's moving though, sliding off his side and painstakingly arranging her legs out in front of her. ]
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[There's a small, embarrassed smile at Fiore.]
Most of us don't appreciate being used as horses, so for someone to ride our backs is a rarity. That's the biggest taboo.
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[ Her worst fears... realized. Fiore flashes him a chagrined stare in return, tone taking on a touch of petulance. ]
You really didn't need to allow me, I wouldn't have minded--!
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[He's never seen her flustered like this before. Maybe it's cruel to tease but...well, what other centaurs would she even make this mistake with?]
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Is she sulking? Quite possibly. ]
It's the principle of the matter...
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I hadn't realized that such a thing mattered that deeply to you. I won't do it again, although I am afraid you are not going to talk me out of letting you ride.
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Still, he seems contrite enough, and after a moment, her shoulders slump slightly in defeat. ]
I may not have conveyed it properly before, but I respect you immensely. If I was rude in some fashion, or disrespectful, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. And if I had done something to someone respectable, even unknowingly, the punishment would not have been light in my family.
[ The influence of a magus upbringing apparently still sits heavy on her shoulders. ]
... If, however, you insist, then I'll regard this as the actual honor that it is.
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But there's something far deeper here. Family expectations have wormed their way into even this discussion, and Chiron understands the real reason this worries Fiore so.]
I can only insist, and only reassure that whatever your family might make of the actions, they would be coming from an outside perspective with no understanding of what centaurs are like.
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[ But he brings up a valid point (as per usual), and Fiore leans back a little more against his side. ]
So long as I don't offend you... then I'll accept that. [ And maybe one day she can move past her upbringing, even if the process is just as delicate as physical therapy. ]
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[It feels nice, being leaned on in this particular way. There are a great number of memories wrapped up in those leans, his daughters, his students, even his wife some days. To use the centaur as a sofa was a true honor, one earned in so many different ways.]
If it happens, I will always let you know immediately. But until that comes to pass, I beg you to not worry about it.
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[ She believes him, after all; Chiron isn't one to coddle, and she's grateful for it, even as she draws in a slower, deeper breath. She won't mention it again, focusing instead on just how strangely comfortable this is. He's still so warm, and they're out of the sunlight like this, the light trickling through the leaves.
It's an utterly perfect moment. ]