Logs:Plots, Puppies, and Pouring Rain
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| RL Date: 29 March, 2013 |
| Who: K'del, N'ky, Cadejoth, Cailluneth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del and N'ky shelter from the rain. Loyalties are pledged, futures are considered, and Cailluneth finds a kindred spirit in Cadejoth. |
| Where: Lake Shore |
| When: Day 12, Month 5, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Heavy, driving rain makes everything a wet and muddy mess today. |
| Mentions: K'zin/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions |
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| Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr The rest of the bowl may be barren, grass barely surviving at best, but here by the lake, it's brilliantly green in the warmer months: thickening and thriving in the silty, boulder-dotted soil just before it transitions to soft sand and thence to the cool, clear water itself. A large freshwater lake fed by a low waterfall, it not only provides warm-weather bathing space for humans and dragons, but has one end fenced off as a watering hole for the livestock in the feeding grounds. The water there is often muddier than the rest of the clear lake, whose shallows drop off abruptly several yards out into deep water, and whose edge undulates against the coarse-hewn bowl wall: here close enough to just be bramble-covered rocks, there far enough away that a narrow land bridge divides the main lake from a smallish pond. Between are several rocky outcroppings that form excellent makeshift diving points, though only one -- across the bridge -- has a set of narrow, slippery, quite possibly tempting stairs. The rain may be falling like no-one's business, but that doesn't mean the Weyr's come to a standstill. Certainly things are less quiet, especially now that darkness has set in, but there are still people to be seen out and about. Like N'ky, for example, with Cailluneth. The pair stand in the shelter of one of the outcroppings around the lake, where the ground is churned to mud, but the rain is kept somewhat at bay by the overhang above them. They're both wet and mud-splattered, but N'ky leans up against the cool rock with Cailluneth sitting in front of him pressed as close as she can be. Both look out over the lake, while N'ky's fingers run idly over his dragonet's headknobs. Taiga has been drilling this afternoon, rain or no rain, and the mud? Well - it needs to be seen to be believed. No doubt that's the reason K'del is trudging towards the lake, accompanying Cadejoth who glides above and aims to throw himself, bodily, into the chilly water. The splash the bronze makes is impressive, sending choppy, churning ripples back towards the shore; not too far from N'ky and Cailluneth, the sloshy sound of boots in mud can be heard, too, as K'del draws towards the shore. He's yet to notice anyone, but perhaps Cailluneth will sense the curious twist and rattle of bone and chain as the bronze reaches out in interest. Cailluneth responds with a happy burst of yellow greeting, colours rain-spattered to suit the current weather. There's mud and she's covered in it, but that the thought of it only adds to her joy in the current weather, as she indicates through her shared colours. It's hard for N'ky to miss Cadejoth's dive, though given the rain he has to have Cailluneth confirm who it is. He leans away from the wall to see if he can spot K'del; once he's sighted him, he waves. "Sir!" So that N'ky doesn't have to call out through the rain, Cailluneth sends an invitation for him to join them in their shelter through Cadejoth. Alas, Cadejoth will simply have to stay wet (though that does seem to be the point of this exercise: wet and clean, preferably, without the long trek out to the hot springs beyond the Weyr walls): he'll never fit in there. Not that he seems to mind, given the way he showers Cailluneth with contented rattles, shaking himself out as merrily as he plunges in and out of the waves he's created. Fun! K'del, however, hesitates for only a moment before hurrying towards them, ducking as he does so. "N'ky," he greets, absolutely wet through but apparently not unhappy about it. "Cailluneth. Hi." "Hi, sir." N'ky smiles crookedly at the bronzerider, and Cailluneth turns her head, reaching out her slender muzzle to sniff delicately at him. Then she rumble-growls happily, getting up to plodge through the mud down to the water. She only goes in as deep as her shoulders but it frees up space beneath the overhang, and gets her closer to Cadejoth and his waves, which she seems to enjoy as she plays in the ones that make it as far as her part of the near-shore. N'ky takes advantage of the extra space, scooting over to give K'del more room. "H-how're things, sir?" K'del compresses himself to sit, as best he can, glancing sidelong at N'ky as he does so. "Things are-- they're fine. Thank you. Reckon we're all looking forward to this rain stopping. Spring ought to have at least a few nice days." When in doubt: weather. His gaze slides from the weyrling towards the pair of dragons, his brow only slightly cautious - but Cadejoth is at least making some effort to avoid entirely deluging the little green, though 'some' is not necessarily 'enough', and those waves certainly do keep coming in. Those waves that make it to her are enough to keep Cailluneth happy. She paddles and splashes about, pouncing on waves with her wings half-flared, snapping at the water and just generally having fun with it. "The r-rain's always the worst part b-between winter and spring," N'ky says with a shrug of his shoulders - movement that causes the new-looking leather of his jacket to creak a little. "Um... we h-heard that, um, Z-Z'ian is a s-sort of Weyrleader now, sir?" A 'sort-of Weyrleader'. That's stressed upon, and N'ky looks to K'del, confused. "Someone'll c-call Waki Weyrleader, next." K'del's bark of laughter is probably sharper than he intended; he seems apologetic for it, afterwards, not that he lets it stop him from saying, "Or you. Want to be Weyrleader, N'ky? At this rate--" Pause. Deep breath. "Well. It just goes to show how stupid this whole situation is, doesn't it? We need a real Weyrleader, not a posturing brownrider. Someone people have to follow. This... current situation is just a mess." Cadejoth drops deeper into the lake, his head beneath the waves, and blows bubbles, just for Cailluneth. "Me, sir?" N'ky laughs too, though it's more nervous than K'del's. "I'm h-happy that Cailluneth is green." So he can't get tangled up in the whole mess. "I-if there's a day when, um, s-someone th-thinks I'm a W-Weyrleader, sir, then I th-think we'd be in more t-trouble than ever." He laughs again; a soft sound that's dismissive of the thought of him being in charge. "You're the Weyrleader. S-sir. You should be in ch-charge." Cailluneth echoes Cadejoth's bubbles mentally - they turn rainbow-coloured in her thoughts, bursting into tiny, bright sparks that each fizzle out with a white-hot pop. She forges forward in the water, mimicking him by sticking her nose beneath the surface and blowing bubbles of her own. K'del lets out a breath, nodding, his gaze still focused out towards the lake. "Maybe I should be the Weyrleader," he corrects, with only a small, quiet emphasis on the 'maybe', "but at present, I'm not. Give me time, though, N'ky, and we'll see. Anyway, if the goldriders can pick a brownrider to be Acting Weyrleader, there's no reason why they couldn't pick a greenrider. It's happened before, allegedly. But-- that's not what we need right now, is it?" Cadejoth answers those mental bubbles with sparks of his own, the kind that form as his chains clang and jangle together, darting and spinning with a metallic zing. « Good! » he enthuses, of her bubbles, drawing closer to the shore like a sea-monster lurking beneath the waves. "Sir, i-if someone picked me as Weyrleader, I'd use that to p-put someone like you in charge." N'ky's lips purse, and he digs his hands deep into his pockets, looking out to where Cailluneth is trying her best to track Cadejoth by bounding back and forth though water that's just deep enough to make it difficult for her to do so. Not that that puts her off; it just makes it awkward. "It's very c-complicated here, isn't it? M-maybe what's happening now is, um, a s-sign that the system doesn't work. Um... a-at least Weyrwoman Aish-shani and Taikrin h-haven't, um, screwed anything up too badly," or so he thinks, anyway, "but... it's not good. It c-could be much worse, but it's not at all good." K'del might beg to differ on the 'haven't screwed anything up too badly' front, given the way his mouth abruptly purses, but he doesn't remark on it. Instead, he exhales, staring out through the rain with drooped shoulders. "Not sure what other system there is. Iolene, she tried to change things, and it didn't work." Not exactly true. "It works perfectly well, when there's a proper senior flight." Also not true. "Or-- it could. It should work. It will work, in the future. We'll make it work." Abruptly, Cadejoth launches himself out of the water again: surprise! Surprise, indeed! Cailluneth rears up on her back legs, wings spread in a failed attempt to balance as she topples over backward. N'ky straightens up off the wall, watching anxiously until he's reassured that all's well, and his little green's head pops back up out of the water. She's certainly none the worse for wear, nor put off by her watery tumble as she wades deeper towards the big bronze, sharing thoughts in playful purple and green. N'ky relaxes back against the wall, but his eyes are all for his lifemate. "But, sir... h-how will you know who is Senior? Wh-what if Iesaryth rises before Hraedhyth?" The way he says it, his preference for Azaylia is clear. "Cadejoth," says K'del, abruptly speaking out-loud to his bronze as he leans forward, watching, warily, for the little green to resurface. At least the bronze seems apologetic, huffing wet breath towards the smaller dragon as he backs up, just a little. It's safer, out where it's deeper. For him. Not for her. At least her thoughts encourage him further, his returning in a merry cacophony of jangling, bell-like as well as off-key. "The one who rises first will be, of course. That's how it works. We just have to... make sure that Hraedhyth does so." "I've g-got her," N'ky says quietly, reassuring K'del that his lifemate is fine. "She's not scared to g-go deeper, but she's listening." He breaks away from looking at Cailluneth - who is, indeed, going deeper, though not quite so deep as Cadejoth - to look at the bronze's rider with a half-cocked smile. "Cailluneth's k-kinda fearless, sir." There's pride there, before he quickly adds, "But we're c-careful." The little green warbles wetly to Cadejoth, out at a depth now where her feet don't touch the bottom so she has to swim; she does so with her head as high above the water as she can manage. "How c-can we make sure that h-happens? They w-won't both rise together again, will they?" K'del's nod is approving - he even takes his attention off of the dragons in order to glance at N'ky, and smile. "Good for you," he says. "She-- reminds me of Cadejoth, a little. That fearlessness. The enthusiasm. He won't really let anything happen to her, promise. He's big enough to rescue her, in case." Cadejoth's rumble is one of encouragement, his wings sloshing wetly against his sides. He's mostly out of the water, now, these shallows not deep enough to hide him. "I've no idea, honestly," K'del says, laughing wryly. "Doubt they'd rise again at the same time. We'll pay more attention, I guess." N'ky puffs up with pride at the comparison between Cailluneth and Cadejoth, with a hint of blush colouring his cheeks as he looks down to his toes to hide his grin. "I w-wouldn't imagine he'd let her g-get hurt, sir... i-if only to avoid Hraedhyth. I imagine she'd be p-pretty angry." He grins, then looks back up to where Cailluneth, in all her five foot length, makes it to the bronze and butts up against his leg, before making an awkward doggy-paddle turn and heading off at an angle. Her thoughts are of chasing, playing; colours rolling through waves. "Sir," N'ky starts thoughtfully, chewing on his lip before continuing. "I-is it true that, um... i-if a dragon is p-proddy and someone, um... s-sleeps," he's clearly not comfortable with the suggestion of sex, "with her rider, sh-she might... rise? What if we, um, n-noticed that Hraedhyth was... glowing, and, um, s-someone... wooed Azaylia to... um... do that. W-would it work?" "She'd tear him limb to limb," is K'del's oh-so-cheerful conclusion of what Hraedhyth would do. It doesn't seem to bother him. His gaze returns to the dragons, expression softening as he watches them. Cadejoth is exaggeratedly slow as he attempts to 'chase' the little green, barely moving at all, except that, no, really, he is trying to catch her! "Oh. Well, it can be. It's possible." The thought seems to have surprised the bronzerider, who blinks, several times, even if he doesn't pull his attention away from the dragons. "Or maybe all the dragons should just think sexy thoughts at Hraedhyth to get her in the mood in the first place." Chewing thoughtfully on his lip, N'ky huffs out a soft breath. "Do d-dragons think s-sexy things, sir?" The thought makes him squirm uncomfortably. "What if all those sorta thoughts j-just worked to, um, s-set off all the greens?" He bites harder on his lip, digging his hands deeper into his pockets. "All the greens b-big enough to fly, anyway." What goes unspoken is his hope that Cailluneth won't be one of them. "K'zin f-fancies Azaylia. Maybe he could try h-hooking up with her, to see if, um, i-it'd work. Would you try, sir?" Cailluneth stops in her paddling, about-facing to growl all grumbly-like up at Cadejoth, with her wings spread out and her neck stretched as high as it'll go. « Too small. » So, instead of leading the chase, she makes her way back toward him in a mock-attack. "Uh," says K'del, whose expression has suddenly gone abruptly and seriously awkward, as though he's remembering something he is distinctly uncomfortable with. "They... can. Granted, you'd probably need another queen to do it, to really influence a queen. Which..." Clearly isn't going to work, in this case. "It might. All those greens. Could be problematic, really, so... perhaps not a good idea. K'zin, though. He could try, maybe. I..." He breaks off again. "Azaylia and I are friends. Not that she's not a desirable woman, of course." Of course. « You'll grow, » says Cadejoth, confidently, though he rather seems to prefer this game of mock-attack: he attempts to rear out of her way, splashing uproariously. Such fun! « Don't hurt me! » "I'm n-not sure I'd like Cailluneth th-thinking things like that to me." There's awkwardness on both sides now, as N'ky shifts his weight uncomfortably on his big feet. "Waki would do it f-for you, sir. I'm sure. He'd maybe do it for the Weyr, too, b-but, um... he respects you. And he likes her anyway and she agreed to go on a d-date with him, so she must like him too, so, um..." He gives a gentle shrug of his shoulders - it's the perfect solution, in his book. "I th-think there would be lots of people who'd, um, w-want to... um... woo her. She's, um... she's k-kinda beautiful." Cue more awkward shuffling, and gaze-averting from the teen, who reaches up to knot his fingers into his messy hair. Out in the water, Cailluneth is seemingly oblivious to her weyrling's discomfort as she snaps at Cadejoth's waves, battling against the splashed water to try and catch hold of him. She's all growls with ferocious swipes of her little paws and fierce lunges with her maw wide - but there's no real intent there to hurt, even if she does manage to latch onto him. K'del's, "It sounds ideal," is much more confident than his previous remarks; a good thing, too, since otherwise this conversation would get even more awkward, fast. "She is, isn't she? And she's going to be a wonderful Weyrwoman. Even if I don't end up as Weyrleader, I'm confident she'll do beautifully." Cadejoth seems delighted by Cailluneth's attempts, and, after his own paw gets attacked, lifts it up in a very dog-like gesture of 'hurt'. « Woe! » he says, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice, rattling merrily. « You've wounded me! Fierce Cailluneth, defeater of nasty bronzes! » A wash of gleeful silver from Cailluneth, tempered with fierce bronze; no words, but the suggestion of a brightness that's almost a giggle, which hides the rising roughness of her huntress' growl. She's unrelenting in her 'attack', continuing on after Cadejoth's other paw with her legs powering through the water and her wings spread like stabilisers. "Sir, I th-think you and Azaylia would be the p-perfect leaders. I'm n-not the only one, either." He smiles crookedly, hooking his thumbs through the beltloops on his muddy, wet trousers. "I'll, um, d-do what I can to h-help it happen, sir. Um... I know I'm only a weyrling, b-but if I can do anything... I'm one of yours, s-sir." "You won't be a weyrling forever," says K'del, and he seems... pleased by this. "Thank you, N'ky. It helps, knowing there's people behind us, people who believe in us. We really are going to do our best, I promise." He shivers, perhaps only just now remembering how wet and cold and damp he is, though his feet don't stir. Cadejoth's other paw goes down as quickly as the first, which leaves him attempting to hover in the water with his wings, and hold himself up with his back legs. It's a terrible idea - he slumps forward, creating an enormous splash, one that sends mini-tsunamis towards the shore. Little Cailluneth can't fight against waves that big, and she's swept away with a frustrated growl. A flash of that emotion turns hot orange in her thoughts towards Cadejoth, a lick of flame extinguished quickly as she concentrates on swimming against the waves, back towards the big bronze. In place of the fire, a grumbling, grating complaint, in stormy grey and chartreuse, limned with a very determined blue. On the shore, N'ky laughs, shaking his head at his lifemate. "She didn't like that," he shares in amusement, watching the incoming waves and hoping they won't wash as far up as where he is with K'del. "I'll likely still be a w-weyrling when Hraedhyth is ready to rise n-next though sir, won't I?" Cadejoth's apology is there in the mesh that seeks out to claim Cailluneth, to set her back on her feet mentally, even if he can't do so physically. He'll play dead dragon for her, though, when she makes it back towards him: he's still dead, okay? She still won! "Poor Cailluneth," says K'del, with a laugh. "She doesn't stand a chance. He didn't mean to do that, even. He always forgets how small they are, how big he is. Uh," he pauses. "It's Interval. It could be turns and turns before she rises again. Hopefully not. Maybe she'll be like her--" Long pause. Is K'del suddenly awkward again? "Like her dam." "Like her dam," N'ky echoes thoughtfully, before tentatively supplying the name: "Ysavaeth?" Perhaps someone's been doing his history homework? "And Cadejoth is her s-sire?" Cailluneth crows triumphantly as she makes it back to the bronze's side, radiating pride for having conquered not only him, but the water, too! It's left her tired though, and she spreads her wings to increase her bouyancy, resting her chin on whatever part of him she can reach. "She's still so tiny." The weyrling teen sighs lovingly, relaxing back against the rock. "Though she's n-nearly as long as I am tall now. It's k-kinda getting awkward to sleep beside her. I c-can't quite hold her, n-not any more." Somehow, K'del can't seem to actually open his mouth to produce words, so his answer comes, at least initially, in the form of several nods: one for Ysavaeth, a second for Cadejoth. That particular bronze, despite still being 'dead', lifts a forelimb just for Cailluneth to rest on - he's a very considerate dead dragon. His thoughts are full of pride: his granddaughter is excellent. "I bet," says K'del, with a laugh. "Shells, it's hard to remember what Cadejoth was like when he was that size. Long time ago, I guess. They grow up so quickly... before you know it, she'll be full sized. You'll be up in the air flying before you know it." Cailluneth happily takes advantage of the forelimb, draping her pudgy self over it with her wings hanging low by her sides. Warm, spring green thanks drift up to the bronze, and she nuzzles against his wet hide, snorting tiny droplets with each exhaled breath. "I m-miss her being tiny already," N'ky says wistfully, before shrugging his shoulders. "But she's g-going to be so beautiful - like her dam. And her grandsire." He grins, brushing his fingers through the choppy remains of his curls. "I th-think she likes him, sir." "She's already beautiful," says K'del, who evidently takes his duty as rider-of-a-father-and-grandfather very seriously. He seems to mean it, though. "He likes her, too. Not all of them play with him like that; he's never grown out of that. He's having fun." Even now, when he has to adjust his head just a little to make sure he doesn't drown himself in the shallows of the lake, given his positioning. He can stay like this all day: as long as she needs him to. "Th-thanks." The compliment makes N'ky blush as much as he beams with pride. "She doesn't p-play like that with the other weyrlings. Um... sh-she kinda wants to play rough, but I don't want her to hurt them. It's like how she th-thinks about herdbeasts, sometimes - she wants to, like..." He brings his hand down in a sudden, hard swipe, fingers curled just so, mimicking dragon claws. "K-kinda like a feline with prey, I guess." His hands slip back into his pockets. "Only she feels more like a canine. C-can I ask what Cadejoth's like, sir?" K'del's expression splits into an enormous grin as N'ky says the word 'canine'. "Funny," he says. "That's exactly the word I'd use for Cadejoth. He's... like a giant puppy, sometimes. So eager to please, so... determined to do good. He loves to play. It was different, when I was Weyrleader. He was more... focused. Like the Weyr was his pack, I guess." His gaze shifts, glancing out over the lake, the two dragons, lingering there as he hesitates, thinking. "Sounds like she's a hunter. Won't be too long now, before she can do it properly." N'ky's grin is just as big as K'del's. "R-really? Maybe that's why they enjoy p-playing like that? Cailluneth's a little puppyish, um, b-but she's more... sh-she's got a temper." He shrugs it off, squinting out at where his little green decides she's rested enough, and lets Cadejoth know by growling and attempting to get a (gentle) bite-hold on his leg. The fact that her mouth is nowhere near big enough doesn't put her off - it makes her more determined, if anything. "She's d-definitely a hunter, sir. It's been giving me a b-bit of trouble, actually." Another shrug, this time suggesting he's dealing with it. "I get the p-pack thing, sir, for sure. Cailluneth feels the same about our clutch, and then about the r-rest of the Weyr. She... she f-follows Hraedhyth. Hraedhyth's her pack leader." "Could be. It's-- hm. Strange, picking out the features that come from different parts of their heritage, I guess. Like, Rasavyth? He reminds me of Ysavaeth, most definitely. Not much of Szadath or Hraedhyth in him." Cadejoth lets out a low, moaning rumble, clearly in mock-pain rather than real pain, which rather seems to suggest he's no longer actually 'dead'. "Oh? Too eager to get into it?" K'del's sympathy is genuine. "Does she? Good. It's weird, with dragons. I know Hraedhyth's Cadejoth's daughter, and you can definitely see it in her... but I can imagine them together, ruling the Weyr together. Pack leaders." Cailluneth's growl is felt vibrating through her chest as much as heard, and she raises her head to snap-snap her jaws at Cadejoth. She mantles her wings, lets out a raspy, challenging bugle, then drops clumsily off his foreleg and into the water to paddle up to his chest. No chance of biting there, but that doesn't seem to be her objective; she rubs her head against him, then swims across to his other leg. "Um... Hraedhyth and Cadejoth together would be as s-strong a pairing as you and Azaylia, sir. I-it's clearly meant to be." N'ky sounds convinced, and gives a very certain nod of his head. He falls into silent contemplation, biting on his lip. "Hraedhyth c-caught us in the lower caverns. I t-took Cai in to h-hunt tunnelsnakes, to try and slake some of her hunt-lust, but... it d-didn't work so well. Playing with Cadejoth s-seems to... n-not distract her, but give her an, um, outlet? If I c-could, I'd give her a... um... a p-porcine or an ovine or something. She could t-take it down without g-getting hurt, I know she could. but I don't want to get into trouble." K'del's sympathy is obvious in the glance he aims back at N'ky. "Bet she could," he agrees, quietly. "But don't let your weyrlingmasters hear I said that. She's welcome to hunt Cadejoth down whenever she likes," he offers, as something of an alternative. "It's not quite as good, I know, but it'll give her something to do. An outlet, as you say." Cadejoth's rumble is warm, as Cailluneth rubs her head against his chest; he seems heartily amused by her progress to the other leg. He can do this for hours! "Seems that way, doesn't it? Hraedhyth and Cadejoth." And yet, Cadejoth did not catch the queen last time. "My l-lips are sealed, sir." N'ky is pleased that there's an agreement over his belief of his dragon's capabilities. Then, on a tangent after a beat's silence: "Wh-what if Iesaryth rises first, sir? You could do good as Weyrleader then, couldn't you? You'd have to be Weyrleader to Aishani. You'd have to. Hraedhyth c-could maybe ground all of the browns or something, and anyone else, maybe, too, right? And then Cadejoth couldn't not win." The look on K'del's face at this prospect, of being Weyrleader to Aishani (or perhaps it's what follows? The idea of needing all the others to be grounded?), is not an especially pleased one. He swallows, before answering, shifting his stance carefully. "Not sure how well Aishani and I could work together," he says, diplomatically. "But we'll see. Hopefully, it simply won't come to that." Abruptly, he straightens. "I better go get myself cleaned up before I catch cold or something. Cadejoth can stay, though, if she wants to keep playing. It was-- look after yourself, N'ky, okay?" "Hopefully." N'ky nods and sighs. "Th-thank you, sir. Um, I'll t-take Cailluneth in shortly, since she's getting tired. I c-could use a hot bath myself, to be honest." He's wet and muddy too. "I th-think it'll all work out how it n-needs to in the end, sir. Things tend to work like that, d-don't they?" Smiling, perhaps in the hope of giving comfort, the weyrling looks back out to where Cailluneth drapes herself over Cadejoth's other foreleg; a gentle frown creases his brow, the little green looks up and towards the shore, then slips into the water and starts paddling obediently back - though not without happy-growls to her bigger playmate. It's time for bed now, apparently. "You'll t-take care of yourself too, sir, won't you?" K'del lets out a sigh of his own. "Hope so," he agrees. « Sleep well, Cailluneth, » says Cadejoth, with a rattle of bone and a few chasing sparks. « We'll play again. » "Promise," says his rider, firmly. "Always do my best to." And then it's back across the bowl in search of that hot bath, and clean clothes. |
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Comments on "Logs:Plots, Puppies, and Pouring Rain"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 29 Mar 2013 10:37:13 GMT.
Cailuneth did..! And then Cadejoth did..! And then... but the... HOLY SCHNIKIES ARE CAI AND CAJ CA-CUTE. ;^; Aw haw. There wasn't one post where I wasn't squealing and making cutesy gurgling noises. Aaaah.
Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Fri, 29 Mar 2013 16:27:07 GMT.
I enjoy N'ky's hero worship.
And I also enjoy him making K'del think of having to work with Shani. I don't think everyone would come out of that in one piece. >.>
K'zin (Wakizian (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 30 Mar 2013 19:27:15 GMT.
This scene was iiiiiiincredible!! I laughed, I groaned, I got pimped out by my best friend. Kudos to you both! :D
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