[ It's a gift from one of her cadets, a little bouquet of chamomile and baby blue eyes, and it's not like Chyler can say no to that. It's sweet. It's cute. The flowers are pretty. And she's trying, she's really trying to accept that not everything frivolous is a waste of resources. Not when there's plenty of resources to be used.
It's easier to think that with something as simple and beautiful as flowers.
She takes them to work, arranges them on her desk, goes about her day. She doesn't mean to fall asleep over her reports. She would be mortified if anyone caught her at it, but it was a bad night and there's nothing interesting to write up.
She doesn't mean to fall asleep at her desk, but she does. And she wakes up curled up on the chair in clothes that are too large with a puppy whining at her feet.
That's how a small girl dressed in nothing but a uniform shirt ends up sneaking around the Perimeter Guard's offices, trailed by a dog that's nearly half her height. ]
i. blossom picnic
[ By the time the Blossom Picnic rolls around, Chyler is feeling decidedly more herself, though she's still accompanied by a dog. One that's very, very invested in getting her to throw a stick for him, and she is just as invested in making sure he gets what he wants.
Of course, what he wants is a reward for sitting, staying, laying down, rolling over. Occasionally she just runs alongside Domitius for as long as and fast as she can, getting him to heel and stay with her through each pivot and turn. He does better sometimes than others, but Chyler is patient and determined and completely in love.
There might be occasional puppy-related accidents, like, y'know, Domitius charging through someone's picnic in pursuit of small animals. Chyler will help clean that up, she swears. ]
i. blossom picnic - closed to existing cr
[ If she knows you, it's safe to assume you received a formally-worded invitation to come to the Blossom Picnic on one of its earliest opening days. She's even packed an actual picnic with more food than she can possibly eat alone, most of it fairly basic and not extremely well-prepared.
She tried.
And she's probably gonna replace half of it with stuff from the vendors. SHE'S TRYING REAL HARD FOR THE WHOLE 'FUN' THING OKAY. ]
ii. dancing
[ Speaking of trying real hard at fun. She still hasn't forgotten Marco's challenge during Sampremi. She is not scared to try dancing. She just doesn't know how. And not knowing how can be fixed.
So she's attempting a variety of different dances, from the formal to the ridiculous, trying to think of it as just another way to train. She might, possibly, a little bit, be caught enjoying herself.
Chyler Silva || Halo: Forward Unto Dawn
[ It's a gift from one of her cadets, a little bouquet of chamomile and baby blue eyes, and it's not like Chyler can say no to that. It's sweet. It's cute. The flowers are pretty. And she's trying, she's really trying to accept that not everything frivolous is a waste of resources. Not when there's plenty of resources to be used.
It's easier to think that with something as simple and beautiful as flowers.
She takes them to work, arranges them on her desk, goes about her day. She doesn't mean to fall asleep over her reports. She would be mortified if anyone caught her at it, but it was a bad night and there's nothing interesting to write up.
She doesn't mean to fall asleep at her desk, but she does. And she wakes up curled up on the chair in clothes that are too large with a puppy whining at her feet.
That's how a small girl dressed in nothing but a uniform shirt ends up sneaking around the Perimeter Guard's offices, trailed by a dog that's nearly half her height. ]
i. blossom picnic
[ By the time the Blossom Picnic rolls around, Chyler is feeling decidedly more herself, though she's still accompanied by a dog. One that's very, very invested in getting her to throw a stick for him, and she is just as invested in making sure he gets what he wants.
Of course, what he wants is a reward for sitting, staying, laying down, rolling over. Occasionally she just runs alongside Domitius for as long as and fast as she can, getting him to heel and stay with her through each pivot and turn. He does better sometimes than others, but Chyler is patient and determined and completely in love.
There might be occasional puppy-related accidents, like, y'know, Domitius charging through someone's picnic in pursuit of small animals. Chyler will help clean that up, she swears. ]
i. blossom picnic - closed to existing cr
[ If she knows you, it's safe to assume you received a formally-worded invitation to come to the Blossom Picnic on one of its earliest opening days. She's even packed an actual picnic with more food than she can possibly eat alone, most of it fairly basic and not extremely well-prepared.
She tried.
And she's probably gonna replace half of it with stuff from the vendors. SHE'S TRYING REAL HARD FOR THE WHOLE 'FUN' THING OKAY. ]
ii. dancing
[ Speaking of trying real hard at fun. She still hasn't forgotten Marco's challenge during Sampremi. She is not scared to try dancing. She just doesn't know how. And not knowing how can be fixed.
So she's attempting a variety of different dances, from the formal to the ridiculous, trying to think of it as just another way to train. She might, possibly, a little bit, be caught enjoying herself.
She likes waltzes the most. ]