Logs:Kitty
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| RL Date: 21 April, 2009 |
| Who: Persie, A'son |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: They for a little joy-flying and stumble upon some holders having a celebration. |
| Where: Small cothold in the Tillek Region |
| When: Day 11, Month 7, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Cothold, Tillek Area(#1636RJ) Tucked up into the cliffs above a small fishing hold, this cothold commands a breathtaking view of the ocean and not much else. The winds can whip fiercely here in the winter, lashing the ground and twisting trees into strange shapes. Still, a swathe of green grass stretches around the cottage itself, sturdy stone walls and hammered metal roof standing up against the test of time. Available Commands: +tp/help It's a mid-summer afternoon that finds Secath and Nikoth flying over the cotholds in the Tillek area. Not on sweeps are duties of any sort, just a pleasure flight that takes them over this scenic region. On the ground by one of the smaller farms seems to be a little festival. Not gather size, but some sort celebration none the less. Children on the ground wave up to the two dragonriders as they fly overhead. A'son on top of Nikoth waves down, and then beginsn to circle the bronze to a landing. To see 'what's up' naturally. Secath is, of the lot of them, the most grim about this prospect of just randomly setting down in the middle of a party with all those children hanging around, but she follows Nikoth's lead. « If they touch me, I'm holding you responsible, » she threatens the bronze in her harsh purr of of a voice. Persie is more pleasant about the whole thing, waving at the kids, smiling, and also glancing over at A'son with a bit of apprehension. Children, screaming children. They come running like rapid animals at the two dragons when they land. « I got 'em. » Nikoth tells Secath in a casual fashion. He manuvers his considerable bulk in front of the green, creating a bronze barrier. They run into him, climb on his legs. Fall off his legs. He takes it like a man, sort of. His head is kept carefully raised away from them. A'son dismounts, laughing as he looks over at Persie. "Come on, lets see what they're doing." He gestures towards where a decent amount of adults are congregated. Children make to bounce off Nikoth on one side and on the other, Secath is battering him with the light touch of her mental petals, fluttering at him in gratitude. Persie might climb down from the green's shoulder, but she's looking shy, her eyes big and her mouth small. "What if we're interrupting something?" she wonders, trying to comb the wind out of her hair. Nikoth is looking both pleased with himself and alarmed at the rate at which little kids seem to be scaling his body. A'son watches the spectacle, laughing still. He puts his hand out to her, "Come on, Persie." One of the adults, an older man comes over to greet them before they get a chance to really intrude. "Ah, dragonriders. We're having a little celebration of sorts. My oldest son just brought his new wife and their first child here. We've got some of our family here for it." The man with his greying hair points at a younger fellow who looks like him (go figure) and a pretty girl holding a baby. "What brings you two by us?" He asks, looking curiously past A'son to Persie and smiling at her. Persie takes A'son's hand, though she stays half a step behind him as they start toward the grown up portion of the party. Shy as she might be, her smile for the old man is bright and beaming. "Oh, that sounds so nice. Having the family all here, and the kids." Why are they here? "We were just passing over and... A'son wanted to stop." He can take the blame and Persie will sink her teeth into her lip. "Just a flight for fun. Thought we'd see what you were all up to. Hope that you don't mind?" A'son says, bringing forth his most friendly smile. The older fellow seems quite enchanted by Persie's beaming bright smile. "Ah, not at all. We've got plenty of food and drink. One of my nieces impressed at a High Reaches hatching, the most recent one." He informs them proudly. "A darling green she has. Her name is Vyta, do you know her?" "Oh, Vyta. Yes. I was one of her weyrlingmasters," Persie grins at the man, though she's still sort of peeking out from behind A'son just a bit. Her glance sweeps up to the bronzerider, her inhale hopeful. "Oh, oh! Were you really?" The old man seems more than delighted. "I haven't seen her since the hatching. I guess she's too busy to visit her old uncle. But if you see her, say hello for me! My name is Aldar. Have something to drink, eat. Be my guests." A woman waves him over, "I have to get care of something. Enjoy yourselves!" Then he's off. A'son turns back to Persie and tugs on her hand. "Lets get a drink?" He suggests, pulling on her hand. Off to the area where refreshments seem to be getting served. Persie nods her head quickly, letting the bob make her pale hair swing about her shoulders. "She hasn't come by once? I'll definitely tell her that you said hello. Aldar." She looks to A'son again. Even with repeating the name, he's going to have to help her remember it. As the old man moves off, she thanks him for his welcome and then takes a big breath, letting herself be led toward the drinks. "It's awfully nice of them to let us join in." Secath feels differently. The tide of children seems to be swirling around Nikoth and getting decidedly close to her personal space. "Aldar." A'son repeats once he's walked away. "Vyta." Once they're at the drinks, he lets go of Persie's hand and picks up a glass to hand to her. Then he's pouring a glass of red looking juice into the one he picks for himself. "Juice? It was nice, they seem like good people." He looks over to Nikoth and Secath, and starts to laugh again. "They look overwhelmed." And the bronze is at least, with children climbing about his feet. He swoops his head down when they start invading Secath's personal space. Some of the herd of children rushes by, all excited with shouts of "I want to see the kittens!" and "Where are the kittens?" in addition to "In the barn, come on!" Then they're running past the two riders, heading to a tin roofed structure some yards away. "She thinks kids are sort of slimey. And, well, they are, I guess. Sticky and slimy. And they squeal." That's Persie's explanation as she watches the green cringe for the encroaching children. "He doesn't seem to mind too much, though." She takes her juice, drinks some, but largely seems interested in watching the people all around. "Kids aren't slimey and I think on the whole they're not often sticky." A'son says in their defense. He watches as the kids pass by on their way to what one can only assume is the barn. "Kittens?" He repeats, looking at Persie over the rim of his glass. "Do you want to see them?" The question is poised coyly, and the undertones indicate he probably is the one who really wants to see them. Persie can't resist the combination: kittens and a man who apparently wants to see kittens. It makes her smile spread so wide behind her own glass that it's not in any way hidden. She nods quickly. "Yes. Do you?" Just in case she's mistaken. A'son grins behind his glass and quickly finishes it. He puts it down where the used glasses seem to be accumulating. "Yeah, I do. Lets go." Then he's going to snag Persie's hand again before trailing off towards that barn where the small children ran to. In the background, Nikoth can be seen looking mournfully at the two of them as they go further and further away. Persie doesn't get to put her glass down, or she doesn't want to really, because she's not done with the juice. Instead she lets him take her hand, happy now to keep up and head off after the children, even if the juice sloshes. "Didn't we just talk about kittens the other night?" she laughs. "Oh yeah, we did. What's your favorite animal today?" A'son asks her, trying not to lead her along but to keep in pace. They get to the door of the barn and he pushes it open, peeking inside. The children are at the far end, running in and out of a seemingly empty stall. Ooos and Ahhs about how cute they are can be heard. He steps inside, still holding onto Persie as they make their way inside and to the back. Most of the stalls have horses in them, though there's a sort of pen in one corner. With goats. "I don't know. Something that makes a noise. Something that bellows." Persie tries to make such a noise, it starts out rather like lowing cattle and then turns a bit howly at the end, like the bastard child of a cow and wolf. "Because that's the noise I feel like making." She does it again, and probably gets plenty of weird looks from the kids, since they're arriving on the kitten-scene at the tail end of her... sound. A little girl with big crazy brown hair says, "Kitties say meow." Persie is thus properly chastised and she laughs as she clings to A'son's arm. With all the kids, the kittens aren't all that accessible, but... "Oh, goats!" "I'm not sure that I know any animal on Pern that makes that noise, Persie." A'son says, snickering as the little girl tells the greenrider how it is and scampers off. He leans into her, giving the stall with the kittens a glance before turning his attention to the goats. "Oh! Your favorite animal from last week." He grins and heads that way, leaning over the wooden stall to look in on them. They're a friendly lot, making their goat noises and nosing at them through the slots. Some put their hooves on the sides to try and stand taller, get better access. Motivation: Do these people have food? "Well, there should be one." Persie makes the noise again. Mystery animal. It should exist. But now she's passing her glass back to him so she can bend over the pen and molest an unsuspecting goat. In the middle of it, she turns to look up at A'son, tucking some hair behind her ear so she can see him. "Do you think they'll let us see the kittens? Is there room for us in there?" He laughs, shaking his head. With a hesitant hand he reaches over and tries to pet one of the goats. It licks him. A'son looks faintly horrified as he pulls back a now sticky hand. "Goats are slimey, Persie." He tries to wipe the slime off on his pants, turning to see if the kittens are available for big people viewing. "I think we can sneak in." "Goats are slimy but kids aren't?" Not that she shares Secath's view, but Persie just wants to get the rules straight. With a laugh she gives the little goat one more pat and then right herself and reaches for her glass and for his hand. This time she'll take the lead, drawing him toward the kitten stall and asking the kids, "When's our turn?" There does seem to be some sort of adult runnning the show. A matronly woman, leaning against the stall waves at them. A'son gives a little wave back with his free hand, holding onto Persie's with the other as he tries to get a peek at them. "Oh... I guess you can look." One of the little boys says, scootching back to let the big people in. Beyond him is the box. Only one kitten is actually in there, the rest are either in the hands of children or playing in the straw. "Can I? Can I? Can I?" Persie says to the matron, letting her smile and enthusiasm be every bit as bright and bubbly as the eager children. She gets a nod and tells A'son, "Save our seat," dropping his hand to let him sit next to the polite boy on the hay bale while she bends to scoop up that kitten with her glass-free hand. She brings it right up to her face, so their noses can touch and then she's turning back to sit across A'son's lap, since there's so little room otherwise. "Look what I got!" A'son drops down onto the bale of hay that's in the stall. He readjusts himself a little too accomadate Persie suddenly in his lap. She's got a kitten! He leans forward, putting one hand on her leg and then putting the ultra-soft kitten that's in her hand. "She's really adorable." He says, smiling brightly at the cute little thing. "Is it a girl?" Persie asks, letting him take the kitten from her so she can tip back the last of that juice and tuck the glass behind the bale. Then she slings an arm over his shoulder, better for balancing. "I can never tell with cats. At least most other animals it's pretty obvious. Well, not birds but... you know." "Uh, I have no idea. Actually." A'son admits, holding the kitten. He brings it to his face and gives the little striped bundle a kiss on the head. It meows. "How do you tell if they're a boy or a girl? It's kind of tiny." Matronly woman to the rescue. She gestures for the kitten to be handed to her, which A'son does. "Looks like it is indeed a little girl." Then she's returned to them, handing her over to Persie again. Persie watches the kitten goes and then nearly squeals when it comes back to her hand. "Yay! You're a little girl. Hello little girl. Do you want to climb all over us?" She sets the baby cat in her lap, letting it teeter on her legs. "The stripes are so cute." A'son wiggles his finger in front of her, laughing as the little girl kitten smacks him with her white booted paw. "Oh, you are so adorable." He practically coos over her. The enchanted look the old man gave Persie earlier? Well, he's giving it to the cat. Persie is watching A'son as much as the kitten, not looking one bit disturbed that he's so enthralled by a wee little cat. "I don't think she likes you as much as you like her. She says 'get that big fat finger out of my face!'" And this makes the greenrider giggle and tickle the kitten's back. The kitten's back arches and she turns around, purring at Persie and rubbing her head on the blonde's hand. "It certainly seems like a one way love affair." A'son admits laughingly, not seeming too upset over it. He reaches and pets the little thing on the head some more. "Oh, but she likes me," Persie remarks as she gets a purr out of the little fluffball. "You have to like A'son too, little girl. He's very nice to silly things like us." She lets her hand stroke over the creatures back and all the way to the tippy tip of her nail, which Persie pinches lightly with her fingertips. And A'son's head-petting? "I think she likes that." A'son who? The kitten seems to say as she purrs contently into Persie. Then the bronzerider's petting gets attention and she pushes her soft head into his hand now. Quite content, she begins to curl up, looking with wide green eyes at both big people. "I think she likes both of us? She's really very affectionate." "You know what the scariest thing about kittens is?" Persie would say this. She would sit in such a cozy place with this teeny kitten in her lap and talk about it being scary. "The moment they realize you have eyeballs. When you're looking at them and all of a sudden they see that your eye moves. And they want to attack it." She leaves off petting to make a grabby claw hand at A'son's face - not getting where actually snatching his eyeball out of course. A'son leaves off petting the sleepy kitten to catch Persie's grabby hand in his hand. "I'd just prefer that you not claw at my face." He says, laughing a little as he lowers the blondes hand out of the danger zone. "But yeah, I can see where that would be scary. Thankfully I haven't heard of any blindings by kitten's lately." "Are you sure? Just because you haven't heard about it doesn't mean it's not happening. Plus, when you sleep, and your eyelids twitch... Pounce!" The way she bounces on his lap sets the kitten off balance, which means it's going to hold on tight, which means a dozen little nails are poking through Persie's pants and into her leg. She freezes and tries not to squeal, but she does turn her face into the crook of A'son's neck. "Ow ow ow ow." A'son laughs despite Persie's series of ows. He carefully peels the now frightened kitten off of her, removing it's sharp little claws from her legs. "Careful, they're still pretty easy to scare at this point." He holds the cat in one hand and tries to soothingly pet the greenrider on the head with the other. "I'm trying to be careful," Persie whispers as the animal is extracted from her leg, trying to be very still. "Oh that smarts." But then she reaches for the kitten, to cuddle it's wiggly body under her chin and against A'son's chest. "You are so cute. I forgive you for sticking pins in me. You just didn't want to to fall over, huh? That's very clever, little girl." The kitten gets free of her hand and jumps down to her lap again, half stuck in A'son's shirt along the way. Persie sits up again and leans over to look at the kitten in the lap of the boy next to her. A'son aids the kitten in finding its way back to her lap. While Persie is busy looking at the kitten next door, he's busy playing wiggle finger with the one on her lap. She's not happily batting at his fingers again. Gnawing him with her sharp little teeth. "Ow, ouch. That hurts a little." He squeezes Persie's leg again to get her attention. "Do you think..." He trails off while he collects the thoughts, almost like he's not sure if he can ask it. "We could bring her back with us?" Quiet. Ultra-quiet. Totally secretive voice. Persie is in the midst of happily chatting with the boy beside her, even twisting to tickle under the chin of the black kitten he's got, but when A'son squeezes her leg, she turns back around to blink at him expectantly. But he gets quiet and so she leans in a little more. Her mouth is already beside his ear, so whispering works just fine. "You want to steal a kitten?" That A'son, so nefarious. "For how long?" "Not /steal/ her. Maybe ask if we can take her back? For... living at High Reaches?" A'son looks hopeful, like a little boy who's dreams could just so easily be crushed. "They seem to have an abundance of cats here. Maybe they won't mind? Would it hurt to ask, you think?" He's still being quiet as he talks to Persie, then glancing down at the now curled up grey kitten. "What... what would you do with a kitten? You mean to keep her in your weyr?" Persie rests her head against A'son's, the two of them looking down at the sleepy grey kitten, no doubt tired out by all the eager hands she's been passed through. "You really want to take her home?" "I'd make her a little bed and get a pan and fill it with dirt. She could stay up in my weyr and keep me and Nikoth company. I could get dishes. It shouldn't be too hard to bring some meat up from the kitchen at breakfast and dinner time." A'son explains this away, basically trying to get Persie's permission to ask if he can take the kitten home. When she brouches her question, he hides his face in her arm. "Yes." A'son hides against her and Persie, after pressing a quick kiss to his head, turns to look for that matronly lady. "Do you think we might be able to keep this one?" she asks, no shyness now. "Take her home with us?" Quickly, quietly, she whispers to A'son as they await the answer. "If she says no, then we can steal her." A'son's getting his kitty one way or another. A'son, picks his head up to look at the older woman. Who for her part, is looking sort of amused at the pair of them. "I was wondering when you were just going to ask. We've got more cats here than we really need. My husband hates to kick them out... but." She shrugs, as if that's just the way it is. Then she smiles encouragingly, "Take her if you'd like." A pleased expression passes onto the bronzerider's face as he looks at Persie and then the lady. "Thank you." He tells her quietly. "Thank you," Persie chimes in, but her gratitude to the woman is muted compared to the eager smile she has for A'son. "You got a kitty," she exclaims, her mouth wide open as she smiles. "So you'll need some dishes and a box of dirt and some food. And you don't think she'll fall off the ledge, do you? While she's a silly baby?" She scratches the kitty's neck with her finger. "She needs a name, too." A'son looks a little dismayed when she mentions falling off the ledge. "Oh, I didn't think of that. Maybe I can put something up. In between my bed chambers on the rest of the weyr, so that she doesn't go out? I could get one of those divider things." As an idea begins to form, the dismay disappears. He delicately rubs her ears. "She does. I'm terrible at names. Hmmm." "How do we get her home? What if you put her in you shirt and she squirms and wiggles and gets away from you? Or freaks out when you go between? Maybe you could stick her in Nikoth's pack? Does it close up good?" But Persie is frowning at that idea, too. "I'd think that would be so scary, though. All alone in the dark." Oh, what fretful new parents. Matronly woman has some ideas for the new parents and disappears, only to reappear some minutes later with a basket that closes on top. Inside are some clean rags, formed into a little nest. "Here, this might help?" She suggests helpfully, holding it out to Persie and A'son. It's even got a little outside latch so that the kitten can't pop her way out and dive between to an untimely demise. "Oh, Persie, do you think this will work?" He asks, as if Persie is the know all for kitten-transport. "I bet it will. Especially if you keep a hand on the top. And if you talk to her so she knows you're there. Maybe she'll just sleep the whole time anyway. Babies can sleep through anything." Persie is grinning at the matronly woman then, thanking her for the basket. And she's also cupping the kitten to lift her - the lap she's on is about to disappear because Persie standing up now. A'son nods his head, taking the basket from the woman as Persie stands up. He gets to his feet as well, thanking their kitten donator as he opens the lid. "I hope she sleeps through the whole thing. Maybe she won't even notice she's going between? It'll stay all warm in the basket. Then she'll be at her new home." Quite a pair they are, heading back to the dragons with Persie on one arm and the basket in the other. It's not long before they're back on Nikoth's ledge. "Did she wake up? She didn't cry the whole way, did she?" Persie asks, almost getting caught on Secath's straps in her eagerness to get down and learn how the kitten faired the right home. A'son is just as eager, hopping off of Nikoth and going straight to his workbench. He unlatches the basket and peeks in at the little bundle. The kitten, for her part is looking quite unconcerned. There's a piteous meow and she hops once, twice and then finally and ungracefully makes her way out of the basket and onto the bench top. "I think she's okay? She looks fine. I didn't hear her crying too much." "She looks fine to me," Persie says, having tagged along right behind him. "You have a little animal in your weyr. That is so weird. Here she is, just running around with all your stuff." The greenrider takes a gander around and then narrows her eyes. "You still don't have a bed?" "She looks fine to me," Persie says, having tagged along right behind him. "You have a little animal in your weyr. That is so weird. Here she is, just running around with all your stuff." The greenrider takes a gander around and then narrows her eyes. "You... have a bed." It wasn't here the last time and everyone heard about what happened to that one bed... "Shedding her hair everywhere. Sitting on my lap. Being cute." A'son says all of this pretty happily as the kitten walks around on the workbench. At the word 'bed', he winces a little. He doesn't bother to look over his shoulder at it. "Milani put it in here. Again." There's a certain detachment when he says that part and picks up the unnamed kitten again. "So cute." It is a summer night, 23:14 of day 10, month 7, turn 19 of Interval 10. At that name, Persie ignores the bed too, letting her focus stay where A'son's is: that little gray kitten who is poking around the bench. "Do you have some dishes? We should give her some water, or at least let her know where it is." She reaches out to snag the cat's back leg, just to mess with her a little. "Huh, little girl? Do you want some water? A nice little dish?" A'son hands the kitten over to Persie, going over to one of the alcoves in the wall. He comes out with a small, blue ceramic bowl and puts it down on the floor in the living area. Next is the jug of water on the table. He pours a moderate amount into the bowl. "There, I think that should be good." He's crouched on the floor as he looks up at the greenrider. "Just, she came by. We talked. It's done. Over." There's a shake of his head and then he's smiling at thet kitten again, moving past would could possibly be a painful conversatio. Now that she's the keeper of the kitten, Persie drops down to the floor, her legs in a V so she can set the little cat between them in a somewhat penned-in fashion. As for Milani, the bed, done, the blonde just gives a nod. "So what kind of name do you want to give her? A long girly name? A little cute name. A weird fun name?" They have important things to discuss after all. A'son sits with his back against the couch, legs splayed out in a similar fashion. "Long girly name? Like Angelica? Or Miss Frilly Lace Feather-Bottoms?" These are probably not the best suggestions that have ever been made. "I kind of like 'Little Girl' to be honest. I mean, that's what we've already been calling her." The fuzzball is investigating the water but not seeming too interested. More attention is focused on just pouncing on feet. If the kitty likes feet, then Persie will wiggle hers back and forth, this way and that, and let the kitten attack at will. "Little Girl is better than Miss Frilly Lace Feather-Bottoms," the greenrider laughs. "You can call her Little Girl if you like. It might be funny, too, if she ends up being a big lazy fatty." She's teasing, wrinkling her nose. "She probably will. I'll end up spoiling her and feeding her all sorts of scraps. It's not like she's going to have to take care of anything in here." A'son laughs when he sees her make a dive attack onto Persie's feet. "I had a good time today." He notes, happily. The foot, it fight back, continuing to wiggle with a cat now attached to it. It has Persie giggling, doubling over on herself to to reach out and add her hand to the fray. She looks up at A'son, smiling. "Me too." Her teeth catch her lip. A'son continues to laugh as their new friend dives all over Persie's feet, then bats at her hands. Battle to the death! The kitten appears to be very happy with this play fighting. He makes eye contact with Persie and then ducks his head a little, still smiling. "I'm glad." "I should go, though. Leave you and Little Girl to settle in." She makes a face at the end, squinted to one side, but it's not for the words, it's for tiny kitten teeth in her thumb. She scoops up the kitten, who continues to fight even when Persie snuggles her against her chest. "You are the cutest thing." A'son nods, though looks reluctant. "I've got some rearranging to do if I'm going to get her to settle down for the night." He pulls himself to his feet, using the coach to steady himself as he gets up. "Thanks for coming out today." Persie gets up, kitten in hand to be passed off to A'son. "I don't know if cats really settle down for the night," she laughs, untangling her fingers from the bitey Little Girl. "She'll probably sleep and then get up and play and explore again. Free of the cat, Persie steps back, that marionette quality to her movement somewhat exagerated. "Thanks for taking me out," she says with a big smile still caught in her teeth. He holds the wriggling kitten to his chest, petting her even though she's not into it right now. "And pounce on my head and scratch out my eyes." A'son says, teasingly. He has a similar, broad smile plastered across his face. "Ah, so. Good-night?" "Exactly. You should get one of those masks that the lady holders wear to bed." She fans her fingers in front of her eyes, all lovely and flourished. But between that smile he wears and the parting turned to a question, Persie hesitates and pins her lip in her teeth yet again. "Right, so that I can keep my eyes safe and sound." A'son waits for her response to his good bye. But he doesn't quite get one, simply pinned lips in teeth. He scuffs his boot on the floor and looks at the ground, then at her. Still smiling, though now it's sort of shyly when she seems hesitant. That smile persists throughout her delay, through the downward glances and the fidgeting of her hands. "I'll be back soon," Persie says finally, although it doesn't sound like soon means a few minutes or a few hours. Days more likely. But it's a promise anyway. "Good luck," she tells. And with that she slips off, tossing one more look back at him before she trots out to the ledge. A'son laughs, kicking his boots against the ground one more time before turning around going back to kitten prepartions. There are so many things for a new parent to do. |
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