It is kinda pretty here, except for the kid who decided to try to climb up that small waterfall and is now stuck there. Mom and dad are down bottom being pretty much useless with worry, while K'vvan stands at the bottom and scratches his head. "It would help if he would stop screaming." K'vvan does a really good job of sounding heartless in front of strangers. The trees nearby make it almost impossible for the dragons to come in, so this (less search) more rescue will involve all sorts of physical climbing on their part and more dirt then K'vvan prefers to enjoy.

Standing alongside K’vvan, with her hand lifted to shield her eyes, Prymelia peers up at the kidlet and then over to the anxious parents. “Seriously.” She mutters in agreement with her fellow greenrider. A climbing harness is held in her other hand and is lifted, “Rock, paper, scissors?” As to who goes up and who gets to deal with mommy and daddy.

K'vvan's eyes flick from the harness in the hand, and the parents in hysterics. "You know." This is not a 'helpful' you know, "I bet the kid could fall and be just fine." NOT reassuring words because the parents are now all, "YOU ARE GOING TO LET OUR CHILD FALL?!" which is probably why K'vvan makes a grab for the harness. "You go do the hug and kisses thing." Excuse him, he's just going… there. OVER THERE.

Expecting K’vvan to play fair and engage in the simple game to determine who goes up, Prym is caught unaware when he snatches the harness out of her hand. “HEY!” is followed by a narrowed look. “Just because your shoulder got all fancy doesn’t mean you don’t have to play by the rules.” Even if they are rules she just made up. Grumble, grumble. BRIGHT – and entirely fake – smile for the parents. “I think what the wingsecond was trying to say, was that even if your brave little adventurer,” she can lay it on thick, this one, “were to slip and fall, at that angle, he’s likely to fall into the water.” He can swim, right?

"BUT HE CAN'T SWIM." Sorry Prymelia, total failure on the reassuring the parents. They're just going to clutch to one another and if Prymelia makes a move closer probably her too, and keep crying like their world is about to end. K'vvan is doing a good job of pretending to be deaf as he reaches up to grab onto the vine and begin to pull himself up. "Hey, why don't you get over here and if I fall, pick up the pieces?"

Prymelia mutters something very unladylike under her breath at that parental wail and quickly shucks her boots for just in case she has to go into the water after the little monst … erm, child, and then her pants. What? They’re leather! At least she’s wearing practical boy-leg type underwear and still has her top on. Dodging that panicked grab of hands from the parents, K’vvan earns himself a snort but she does move over to where he’s started climbing. “Hey, kid. How old are you?” Distraction technique, go!

A glance downwards has K'vvan double checking - "Prymelia, you realize walking around in your underwear is super unprofessional, right? Even if it's your boyfriend's." Dryness, thy name is K'vvan, as he pulls himself upwards slowly along the ledge upwards one inch at a time. The kid up top isn't nearly as scared as he's pretending to be (seriously, if his parents would stop freaking out, he might calm down completely) so Prymelia's distraction actually works. Between sniffles, "Sssix ttruns."

Hands on hips, braided head tilted back, Prymelia utters a snort. “Maybe they belong to my girlfriend.” Yeah, think on that for a minute K’vvan. To the sniffly kid, “Six, huh? When do you turn seven?” And then with a glance back to the parents, she’ll try to distract them too, “Any other kids?” Hopefully they don’t take that as: Hope you have a spare.

"Butch girlfriend." Because those totally look like GUY underwear Prymelia. Srsly. K'vvan reaches for a vine, but what is perfectly okay enough to hold a six year old's weight fails under K'vvan's adult weight. It snaps and for a moment the greenrider hangs on by just one hand. Hopefully the kid isn't paying attention, or he's going to learn a whole new vocabulary from K'vvan. Still rubbing his eyes from tears the kid answers Prymelia, "jjjust," sniffle, "a month. We," sniff, "were having a," sniff, "picnic." Hence why they're here. The kid's mother takes Prymelia's invitation as a chance to try to cling to her arm, "He's our ONLY ONE." WAIL. If they're not careful the parents are going to set the kid off again.

“They are not butch! They’re functional.” Prymelia indignantly informs K’vvan. He and the parents can be glad she went with functional today. “A picnic, huh? What did you get for your-.” The snaps and she mutters a thick curse under her breath when it seems K’vvan’s fate hangs in the balance for a moment. “Up and to your left, there’s a ledge you should be able to use as a handhold.” She calls out. “Listen, mom…” Prym’s patience is wearing a little thin when she finds her arm grabbed. “You need to be brave for your one and only, aye? You freak out, he freaks out. You stay calm, he’ll take his cue from you.”

K'vvan's sweating just slightly but it's not enough to throw him too far off. Prymelia's suggestion gets taken and he gets a hand around that ledge and continues pulling himself up. In short order he's at the top of the waterfall and scooting closer to the kid. "Hey, come here, okay? Just one step at a time…" K'vvan, so much more patient with the little ones then adults who should seriously know better. Down below, mom sobs and is going to try to throw her arms around Prymelia. "He he he, he's going to save him right? You won't let ANYTHING happen?"

Although they train regularly as a wing for such situations, there will always be an element of risk involved. Same as when they’re fighting Thread. As such, when K’vvan makes it to the top, Prymelia lets out a quiet breath of relief. Slowly, carefully, the little guy does as told but as soon as he’s close enough, he does exactly what his mother tries down below and flings his arms around the male greenrider’s neck. May as well name the kid, Barnacle Bill, with how he next tries to wrap his legs around the Ocelot wingsecond. Mommy dearest manages to get her arms around the female half of the pair of greenriders but only for a moment before the willowy woman is wriggling away. “Lady.” Stern eyes and voice directed at the mother. “If you’re going to keep trying to grab me, I can’t do my job and that means that if either your child or my partner slips on the way down, I might not be able to help them.” Appealing to Dad now, “Sir, if you wouldn’t mind to take your wife and wait over there.” A vague gesture is made to an area about three yards back.

Little Billy there chose exactly the wrong time to make his grab, because K'vvan had JUST taken a step and is off balance. "Prymelia!" K'vvan is just going to straight up yell this time as he stumbles over the kid and only a lucky grab has him latching a hand into the kid's trousers as Billy goes over the side. That harness won't do them much good as K'vvan's got one hand trying to keep steady while the other holds onto the kid. "Get the fuck over here!" Father makes a grab for mother who thankfully is just going to pass out right now.

“Fuck!” The curse flies free and Prymelia bolts into action. “Swing him out over the water!” She yells up to K’vvan and then, dives into the pool itself. Coming up slap bang in the middle with water streaming down her face, she makes a course correction. “I got him!” Or she will have soon. “Let go, K’vvan.” If mother hadn’t already passed out, this would most certainly do it. Meanwhile, Billy shrieks and starts flailing his arms and legs, “Don’t let go, don’t let go, don’t let go.”

Sorry little Billy, K'vvan's a prickly bastard, but when it comes to work he'll count on his wingmates to do what they have to do. With a grunt K'vvan heaves the boy away from the cliff a little bit, and is just going to hope that Prymelia knows exactly what she can and can't do. Once the kid's weight is gone K'vvan resituates himself, finding better footing.

“Mooooooommmmmyyyyyyy!” The screech trails through the air behind Billy the wingless flit to be cut off with a SPLOOSH when he hits the water and goes under. Prymelia dives and hauls him up coughing and spluttering by the scruff of the neck. Flipping him on his back she’s not quick enough to duck the bony little elbow that smacks her square in the mouth splitting her lower lip before she’s able to warp an arm about his narrow chest. Before starting for the rocky edge of the pool, she squints up at K’vvan. “You okay up there?”

K'vvan isn't drawing a breath until he sees Prymelia with the kid safely in her arms. For a second he sags with relief, but no, he's still got to get down. TOUGH GUY ACT engage. "Yeah, just get the kid back to his parents. I'll be down in a second." Hopefully the climb down will be easier than the climb up was, without the distraction of Mr. and Mrs. Hysterical down there.

Heaving the little boy up onto the rocky shelf with the aid of Mr. Hysterical grabbing his sodden son, Prymelia hauls herself out of the water. “Get him dry.” A little terser than intended as she tests her cut lip with a careful press of fingertips. “And give him something to drink.” It’s not cold and the kid probably swallowed a bellyful of water but it gives the father something to do so that she can concentrate on her wingsecond’s descent.

K'vvan manages to do a fair impression of a rock climber, right up until the last two feet when the toe hold he'd gotten crumbles under his weight. It's not a far enough fall to cause damage to anything but his pride as he winds up butt first on the ground looking up at the rock. "Search and Rescue will be fun. You're good at it K'vvan. El'ai's full of shit, we all know this, right?" Conversational tone.

“Shit!” Prymelia darts forward only to hop back when she realizes likely to do more damage than good trying to catch a man that probably weighs more than she does. Smirking down at K’vvan with a ghoulish dribble of blood slipping down her chin, she holds out a hand to help him up. “Full of shit and up to his eyeballs in hearts and romance from what I hear.” Mother and father fussing over junior temporarily set aside while the greenriders get their stuff together.

"Maybe we should dump ice water on him soon." K'vvan doesn't take that hand (Sorry Prymelia, you're not on the list), but instead shoves himself upwards and attempts to wipe some of the mud from his pants with a complete look of distaste. Catching sight of her face he blinks, "Well. You look like shit too. Let's get out of here before they decide to complain that we let their kid fall, okay?"

K’vvan gets a bit of a strange look when he doesn’t take the hand offered but nothing more. Instead, Prymelia turns away and scoops up her pants and her boots with socks stuffed into them. No way those are going back on while her legs are still wet. “Gee thanks, K’vvan. You really know how to buff a girl’s ego…Oooooo.” See that wicked light that glints into hazel eyes as they pack up their stuff? “I wonder if that hot new medic from Benden is working the infirmary today?” If so, you can bet she’ll totally try to get him to kiss better.

Behind Prymelia's back K'vvan is just going to roll his eyes. Like, seriously EYE ROLL. (Of all his teenage girl traits that's the best one.) "Yes, I'm sure he'll be really into how your boyfriend/girlfriend's underwear sticks to your crack." A shake of his head, K'vvan's still not the master of teasing, before he's going to take the lead on gtfo of here before Mr. and Mrs. Hysterical can do anything else.

Actually, that comment of K’vvan’s finds Prymelia turning a look back to him and sticking her tongue out at him with laughter in her eyes. And then, she very deliberately waggles said butt with wet underwear sticking to it. Just BECAUSE! “For all you know, its his underwear!” Mr. Hot New Medic. Probably not. But such is the nature of banter as the two make their way back to where their dragons are waiting for them leaving the Hystericals to flutter and fuss over their little darling.