Viridian & Silverwing

Sometimes, when his trinemates are busy; when all is quiet, here on their new, safe, world, and he knows Thundercracker and Skywarp are occupied with one another, or someone else, or any one of a myriad of projects that require their experience over his...

A silver-white jetling, one of the few created during the hard times, is testing her thrusters after a moult, soaring and falling in glorious patterns--until she notices she's being watched, and briefly falters before righting herself.

PWOW

Not on Viridian's watch! She catches his collar fairing between her teeth before he topples and helps him straighten, just before Ravage rounds the corner.

The bitlet stares at her, blue optics going even wider, and tiny doors droop in reflex. =Tumbled.= he clicks back. =On path then tumbled.=

Viridian smiles around his collar fairing, then lets go when the bitty appears to be truly steady. "Hi Mom. I don't know what his name is. Or if he's a he, for that matter. You can tell us if you're not, bitty-friend."

"Your name is Prowl?" Ravage asks gently, and then sniffs the air. Then she comms Soundwave.

The bitlet is old enough, just barely, that he manages it-- even if he is wobbly on his pedes, he can do it.

Not on Viridian's watch! She catches his collar fairing between her teeth before he topples and helps him straighten, just before Ravage rounds the corner.

The bitlet stares at her, blue optics going even wider, and tiny doors droop in reflex. =Tumbled.= he clicks back. =On path then tumbled.=

Viridian smiles around his collar fairing, then lets go when the bitty appears to be truly steady. "Hi Mom. I don't know what his name is. Or if he's a he, for that matter. You can tell us if you're not, bitty-friend."

The bitlet is old enough, just barely, that he manages it-- even if he is wobbly on his pedes, he can do it.

Not on Viridian's watch! She catches his collar fairing between her teeth before he topples and helps him straighten, just before Ravage rounds the corner.

"I won't let you get hurt," Viridian says. "But I haven't learned to transform yet. I'm a cat all the time. Can you hold onto me and walk with me?"

Prowl-bit blinks at her, blue optics still wide. But he must be thinking along the same lines-- or at least, willing to be compliant-- because he beeps a tentative affirmative. =Stand okay. No tip over okay?= He didn't want to go tumbling again, for all there weren't any real scuffs or dents on him.

"I won't let you get hurt," Viridian says. "But I haven't learned to transform yet. I'm a cat all the time. Can you hold onto me and walk with me?"

"Friend," Viridian repeats firmly. She wraps herself around him, he is so tiny! She was even smaller as a newspark because she was a kitten, but she knows this bitty isn't as old as she was by the time she was that size.

The bitlet continues to huddle close, clinging on. When Viridian begins to purr, he snuggles in further, and tiny doors finally ease into a relaxed cant. [Cat friend.] he beeps, and very tentatively pats the closest bit of her that he can reach.

"Cat friend,' Viridian repeats and reinforces, and rubs her face against his. "Cat's house. Mama cat, auntie cat, uncle cat. Cat's house safe."

Viridian smiles. "Cat house," she agrees. "Safe."

The question earns Viridian a confused warble, and he remains tucked to her side, peering up at her with big serious optics.

"Friend," Viridian repeats firmly. She wraps herself around him, he is so tiny! She was even smaller as a newspark because she was a kitten, but she knows this bitty isn't as old as she was by the time she was that size.

The bitlet continues to huddle close, clinging on. When Viridian begins to purr, he snuggles in further, and tiny doors finally ease into a relaxed cant. [Cat friend.] he beeps, and very tentatively pats the closest bit of her that he can reach.

"Cat friend,' Viridian repeats and reinforces, and rubs her face against his. "Cat's house. Mama cat, auntie cat, uncle cat. Cat's house safe."

Viridian smiles. "Cat house," she agrees. "Safe."

"Friend," Viridian repeats firmly. She wraps herself around him, he is so tiny! She was even smaller as a newspark because she was a kitten, but she knows this bitty isn't as old as she was by the time she was that size.

The bitlet continues to huddle close, clinging on. When Viridian begins to purr, he snuggles in further, and tiny doors finally ease into a relaxed cant. [Cat friend.] he beeps, and very tentatively pats the closest bit of her that he can reach.

"Cat friend,' Viridian repeats and reinforces, and rubs her face against his. "Cat's house. Mama cat, auntie cat, uncle cat. Cat's house safe."

"Hi bitty," Viridian says in a soft voice. "Where's your mama?" She creeps a little closer and begins to purr at the bitlet. "It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you."

Prowl-bit holds very still a moment longer, then peeks up at her, blue optics wide and his expression solemn.

"Friend," Viridian repeats firmly. She wraps herself around him, he is so tiny! She was even smaller as a newspark because she was a kitten, but she knows this bitty isn't as old as she was by the time she was that size.

"Hi bitty," Viridian says in a soft voice. "Where's your mama?" She creeps a little closer and begins to purr at the bitlet. "It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you."

Prowl-bit holds very still a moment longer, then peeks up at her, blue optics wide and his expression solemn.

Prowl was never late for their gaming afternoons; he was, after all, one of the most dependable mecha in the New Cybertronian Empire. When Viridian asked Howlback where he was, and Howlback couldn't get him to return her comms--the enforcer network went into motion. Viridian, however, was still left with nothing to do.

The sparkling stares back, silently, not daring to twitch a doorwing, held high in alarm; he is SCARED. One moment Prowl had been en route, and then the next moment he'd been tumbling across the ground to fetch up against a tree. And there he'd stayed.

"Hi bitty," Viridian says in a soft voice. "Where's your mama?" She creeps a little closer and begins to purr at the bitlet. "It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you."

What do you call a pile of jets?

An attractive nuisance, obviously. (Also a very normal occurrence after junior seeker cadet training sessions.)

"... Hi." Air Raid greets, opens an optic and fluffs his plating in greeting.

Okay then! Silverwing will bring her friends and her ill-gotten gains and their sweets to join the pile. Why not? She will position herself between Skydive and Viridian, because she loves Viridian and she thinks Skydive's cute.