Logs:Just a Little Blood
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| RL Date: 23 September, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis, Keysi, Ilicaeth, Akluseth, Neianth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Keysi stakes a claim to a baby after Alida makes her an offer neither of them can refuse. Another of Pyrite's eggs hatches, to the delight (and consternation) of some. A tiny amount of blood of differing types is shed. |
| Where: HRW: Living Cavern and Alida's Rest and Relaxation Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 11, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Chilly; intermittant snow and rain showers. |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to change any icons you fee don't fit. |
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| The morning after the first of Pyrite's eggs have cracked sees not too much extra gossip focusing on the 'blessed event,' but word still does get around some...especially when multiple eyes cannot help but spying Edyis, Z'kiel, and Faryn sporting tiny bundles of 'joy' on their persons. By lunchtime, there's a few extra Weyrfolk - mostly kids - trying to get long looks at the tiny hatchlings...though Alida's not one of those people. Nope; she already has a brooding gold to take care of, thank *you*, and at this moment the blonde's all-too-pleased to get away from the small hulabaloo eggs/babies cause...the once-more Glacier rider found sitting at that Wing's particular table, eating her meal while her Wingmates chatter and likewise eat. Every so often, the 'ex'-guard nods or murmurs something to her compatriots, but - as usual - she tends to keep her own counsel more. It's fairly obvious when Keysi isn't gone on assignment, given she and Neianth are typically participating in some sort of aerial stunts or training on a break-neck basis around the bowl or somewhere nearby in the sharp peaks surrounding High Reaches. Today, however, they've been seen less in the air. Later morning meeting ends with little time between that and the midday meal, and the intense brownrider enters the living cavern with a collection of hides beneath the crook of her left arm. At first she passes by Glacier's table in order to collect a small plate of food, her elbow being caught in the midst of it by another Savannah rider who must've cracked some sort of joke good enough to promote a grin on Keysi's face and a shake of her head as she dismisses whatever it was. They part ways when she redirects her path apparently sit a couple of seat spaces from Alida. First the plate down, then the hides beside herself. "G'day." She greets first, gaze shifting down the table then back to Alida, "Sounds like you've had your hands full." Alida's often aware of what goes on around her at any given time (she's got that whole guard thing going for her, after all), but this round, those incisive green eyes miss Keysi passing by in the sudden burst of laughter from the Glacier table...the comeraderie stealing her focus away for a long moment. Smirkie. It's only when the brownie returns, moves closer that the bluie's gaze flicks out to note her, 'lida soon scooching down just a touch to make the space beside her more properly human-sized (and with a decent bumper of personal space on either side, as well). "Keysi..." is noted to the Savannah rider, the elder woman then nodding a couple of times, her smirk-smile one-sided. "If it's what I think ya mean... no shit." Eyeroll. A sip of her hot peppermint tea is followed by a casual study of the brownrider even as the blonde notes, "Been a while since we talked." "Aye." Keysi responds to one or all of the items, her attention distracted for a few beats by one of the hides jostled and rolling almost off the seat it'd been placed on. Saved. The stack reassembled, grey eyes return to seek Alida after she's stopped her fussing over the order of it, an observative studious thing. "Quite a long time. Pleased to see you at darts, at least." Not that Keysi is any good, still, despite tutelage. But her non-alcoholic self had at some point passed, even if she never took part in enough of the rounds to be unreasonable. Fingers pick at a meatroll, more thoughtful than in hunger. "Are you still training with Edyis?" Though, there's a slight shake of her head with that, "I find I've barely spoken to her lately either. Time goes by fast." Reflection of a thought before she returns to the prior, "She did good though, with those babies she made. Still giving you much of a headache?" Those rolled hides are just as interesting to Alida as Keysi - perhaps more - and their jostling gets a quick study for any interesting tidbits, if they're noticeable. A thin, dry smirk creeps over the bluerider's mouth at word of darts and Glacier, and her pale head bobs again as she spears a forkfull of vegetables. "Pleased ta *be* back at darts." Understatement of the Turn. As her veggies are munched, the level-featured woman at times glances to the Savannah rider beside her, Keysi's inquiry calling up a thoughtful expression, then a small shake of her head. "An occasional spar 'r refresher." But that's it. As for time, "Only goes fast when yer not lookin'." Perhaps the last near-two Turns of 'disenfranchisement' on her part have moved like winter molasses. Calling up something not usually in her purview, the bluie lips off a low, "You?" How's life in Keysi-ville? Though, finally, her features have to take on the cast of knowing, dark humor when the other woman mentions those eggs of Pyrite's. "She's a good mother." There's something in the back of the bluie's alto, in her faint smirk and slightly-glinting eyes, that has the aspect of the cat teasing the mouse...waiting to see if the brownie will ever get up the gumption to directly ask before 'time's up.' "Only when another eggs hatches." Shrug. Eat. The bits that can be seen have diagrams and descriptions, medical terms and anatomy depictions. That's a lot of them for a day, but probably not terribly surprising given who carries them. Keysi herself doesn't seem to be distracted by the ex-guard's attentions of her items, though she doesn't comment on it either. Time to listen is time to eat, and she bites into the piece of meatroll she'd been previously picking apart. Her expression too is level, unreadable, but not unpleasant. "Even if you're looking too closely, trying to beat the sunset." There's a faint grin at that, at whatever thought that brings with it. "I have a lot to learn." Is her answer to the returned pleasantry. "And a lot has happened." She doesn't seem to feel the need to list them, given their Weyr-wide effects. "Savannah keeps me busy." As if she wasn't before. To the regard of Alida's little gold, she nods while she talks, though curiosity crosses her features at the last. "There's another?" Egg, that is. She doesn't hide her interest, there's no need to. "Do you expect it to take much more time before hatching?" Now *there's* a turn of phrase that gets Alida's full attention, those sometimes merciless green eyes shifting unerringly onto Keysi's own, the bluerider's head quirking slightly as if to silently inquire some further exposition. As for the learning and those hides, the blonde murmurs, "Back ta Healer stuff?" Word on the usual Weyr-wide grapevine has Alida in with the Dragonhealers. There's a small nod of head in silent agreement with the whole subject of so much happening to them - all around them - and 'lida can't contain the small curl of her lips into a sly smirk-smile. Noted in quiet tones, "Yer Wingleader's always busy-busy, too." R'hin of the sly tongue and far reach. "Mhm..." is murmured of one more egg, the bluerider then adding casually, "Was thinkin' uv' sellin' it...but so many ain't got the whole mark ta pay, up front." She sounds just a hint 'down' at the reality of life on Pern, watching Keys from the corner of her eyes while again sipping from her mug. "Nah; not likely. Might even be later t'day...ta'night." There's a confirmatory noise, something like an mhm that leaves the once very uptight brownrider following the swallow of the last of that piece of food. "I haven't studied in so long- before weyrlinghood- I thought I would take some time to catch up while I have the chance." Tone is leveled, controlled, giving away little as to further reasons. "But you've been taking up some studies yourself, I heard. Do you like it?" Dragonhealing; she'd turned it down herself before, but intense grey eyes stay on Alida's to watch her expression, her responses. Eventually, "Yeah." Is given to the change of subject with the note of R'hin, her brow furrows slightly in her thoughts, "I've spent a lot of time with Telavi lately." The latter seems to be a good thing. "Nah, I doubt it." She replies on the note of the mark, "Not around here anyway. Don't have much on me, not after our last outing." Though it may be Telavi, may be another, that she's blaming on that one with the quirk of the edge of her thin grin that lends much to the growing comraderie she herself has. But thoughts carry on into a beat or two of silence before she wonders aloud, "Are you wanting to add another to your collection or hoping to part with it?" "Gotta agree with some people: pursuin' yer Craft while bein' a 'rider in an Interval's just good sense." So, what's Alida's excuse for Dragonhealing, then, since she's not obviously guarding anybody? Her expression isn't neutral, for once, the blonde's face instead touched by hints of quiet amusement and a certain, professional satisfaction. Nod. "Treatin' dragonkind's ills 's more...personally rewarding fer me than peoples'." She's never made any bones about not being a 'people person.' And then word of Savannah and a few of its members comes up, and has the bluie nodding a few times in casual fashion, a bite of her lunch taken...faint bemusement seen at the corners of her eyes as the brownie speaks of Telavi. "Mm... that one's...almost aggressively social." At this point, green eyes almost dance with wicked, dark humor. "Ilicaeth likes that about 'er." Beat. "How 'bout you?" Just in case the positivism she senses coming off of Keysi isn't enough of a lead. Blinkie. "What're those two doin'; bleedin' yer own pockets dry in the name of Savannah?" She sounds both amused (again) and just a hint 'outraged.' Eyeroll. What? Another one?!? "Oh "shells" no..." the bluerider clips off with an expression of tightly-controlled horror. "One's way too much, already." Yikes. A sudden leveling of her green gaze upon Keysi's browns soon has the woman murmuring, "I *could* be persuaded ta letcha' take it off my hands." She looks a little concerned for a moment, as if studying her options and finding them lacking. "Ain't got much time... Maybe ya' c'n just do me a favor some other time, if I need one." Unstated: So... please get this firelizard off my hands? "I had," The past tense seems rather pronounced, though inflection is as always absent in her tones, "Been very motivated to do it." Her eyes narrow in her considersations; self-evaluation, self-judgement even perhaps. "There've been all too many distractions along the way. I'm still not quite sure how much time I can give it ontop of everything, but worth a try, aye?" Especially considering the Interval's constant argument of rider usefulness. On Telavi, her grin becomes more pronounced. Such dynamically different people, but Keysi appears mutedly fond, dropping her gaze to her plate, "She is that." Hint of exhasperation, "A very good teacher, though." As if weyrlinghood didn't demonstrate that enough. "Not unwillingly." The young brownrider admits to the marks, sitting up straighter, her pleased expression faded but not absent, "Or so I think." A beat, her intense grey eyes back on Alida with her response on the firelizards, "I could offer many things," Favors, she means as she states that somewhat slowly and given her nature, that's very much an innocent offer. "To make it worth your.. ah.. loss." It takes some effort to say that with a straight face given the ex-guard's reaction Alida listens quite intently, as Keysi is not a person to prattle useless words...and the bluerider finds herself nodding levelly in agreement. "I think some things're maybe worth a few tries..." she ventures low, then finding another smirk-smile for the brownrider's reaction over Tela. "Yeah; she's got the best approach, I think." Well, at least to someone as hair-trigger as Alida, anyway. "Hopefully it's a *good* cause..." is all she'll add to word of Keysi spending her own money on Savannah, the blonde then letting that subject drop in favor of the firelizard egg. Innocent offer meets with 'innocent' reception, Alida not batting an eyelash nor pinkening at cheeks...though she wrinkles her nose and rolls eyes at the brownie's efforts to be straight-faced. "A mark's worth less *is* a loss..." 'lida insists just a little before polishing off her tea and the last of her food. Between bites is muttered, "Carry some meat on ya all day, night. Egg could hatch at any time, so ya gotta be ready in an instant if ya really want it...'r it'll go wild." Perhaps oddly, Alida does *not* appear pleased at that thought. As she extends a free hand over to Keys for the traditional handshake of a deal forged between two people, she also very quietly murmurs, "I expect all those who 'adopt' Pyrite's babies ta be good owners." It's spoken almost casually...so why is there a lingering, dark something - a hint of 'promise' - dwelling just behind almost-affable, green eyes? Keysi doesn't disagree with the Glacier rider's words, though much of her reaction is in quiet regard, stern as she is by default. "My definition of a good cause doesn't always match theirs." She gives, a single-shouldered lopsided shrug. To the instructions, the brownrider listens just as intently as before, even if her attention flickers to her plate briefly and back at the thought of carrying food around through the day. "I suspect I'll be inside for most of it." That mean, perhaps it must not be too difficult of a task to persue in the immediate future. As Alida offers her hand, Keysi brushes her own off before extending her own in the gesture. Her grip tight, that confident sort of thing that is all-too-telling. "I don't fail in my tasks." The seriousness of that is natural, hardly overstated given such. "And you are welcome to check up on us as often as you'd like." She begins to stand then, after the release of that handshake. "I should get started on the studying. I appreciate this, though I expect to return that favor." Alida is one of the original bearers of 'stern regards,' so Keysi's poker face is accepted as-is, though the bluerider can't help but crinkle an almost-smirk-smile at the other's words of personal 'good causes.' "Sounds decent...as long as ya keep yer eyes wide open." As for the other woman's whereabouts, "Easier, that way. Ilicaeth'll contact..." Beat. "Neianth." Thank you, Ilicaeth! "When it's time. He's keepin' an ear out fer Pyrite." Even when they're otherwise occupied. The handshake is responded to with the same amount of firmness, the calluses on the bluie's hands just-noticable. "Neither do I..." is murmured quietly, the bluie shaking her braided head once to word of frequent, surprise checking. Is she so certain? "Enjoy..." is clipped off in sudden briskness when the time comes to part, Alida noting on her own heels, "Got a few hours *I'll* be spendin' with the dragonhealers after lunch." And, again - perhaps strangely - she doesn't look or sound upset with this arrangement at all. It's not more than three hours after lunch that Ilicaeth's gritty, desert sands swirl like a storm - of the best kind - at the 'door' of Neianth's mind, 'knocking' urgently, insistently, with only the barest hints of politeness. « Now 'r never! Egg's shakin'! » Hurry hurry, but don't crash. Hahahaha! Chuff. The blue's once again stoked to be a small part of this little miracle, and *this* time he can actually watch, since the firelizard egg is being held 'hostage' by a protective Pyrite up in Alida's weyr. Inside his couch, Ilicaeth sets up a deep, eager hum, his pleasure broadcast freely to any of his dragon buddies who might find this even vaguely interesting. Neianth is high above the Weyr at the time of the earthly unshaking that meets a crisply clear reflection pool that mirrors vast mountains that go on and on, rising from mist-laden valleys. The swirling storm, the desert sands create ripples of response on that pool, made so serene by the sensation that the pair had finally taken to the skies after those hours of being hide-bound and studying. But that certainly wasn't to last, given that call. There's the sensation that paints the feeling of the pair coming quickly, the reflection of those mountains vanishing to be replaced by more dramatic choppiness of water disturbed. Neianth is fortunately good at aerial stunts, the brown no bigger than many larger blues, and his dive for Ilicaeth's ledge is a sharp one- that doesn't end in a crash. Stark white talons scratch at stone for grip, and Keysi swings down with quick, graceful speed from the straps. "Alida?" The once-healer calls before entering deeper into the inner weyr. « Little blighters. » OF course they were on their way over to the ledge anyway for completely unrelated reasons, but as Edyis slips down from Akluseth's ridges she eyes the blue's humming with a skeptic arch of one dark brow. "Well then." Keysi's noted too, another odd arch of the brownrider's brow, but this one acompanied with a smile. "She talked you into one didn't she?" Following behind Keysi into the weyr. A small shape peeks between the buttons of her flight jacket, a tiny trill thrum emitted from the general region of Edyis' chest. « Eggcellent! » Ilicaeth beams tightly and with much pleasure and excitement to Neianth, the blue not bothering to do more than chortle over his own bad pun as he carefully pokes his head as deep into Alida's part of the weyr as he can without disturbing anything or anyone. The keen sound of scratched quartz and granite sets the literal tail-end of the blue dragon - the last 2 feet of it, to be exact - to vibrating almost as fast as an Earthly rattlesnake's. He's chuffed, man! « Just have 'er go in..! » is gusted with Igen's searing, dry heat to the landing brown, the blue's own coppery claws clicking a little upon the edge of his couch in his eagerness. « Akluseth! Lookin' fer another one? » is beamed too-brightly, and with dark humor to the soon-arriving, second brown...Ilicaeth's ledge able to comfortably handle two middle-sized dragons at once. How convenient. No matter; they're all welcome...though Edyis' brow-arch earns her a quirk of blue head as he takes in both 'outside' females entering their home. Then it's back to humming! Inside, Alida's barking out a crisp, "C'mon in!" to all and sundry, though the other dragons hopefully will stay put outside...Pyrite scolding her human's loudness before she (and Mime, as well) return to humming louder and louder. Upon her tabletop, that large basket of golden sands is settled, the queen perched at one side, Mime on the other...and one of the eggs shivering and wobbling side-to-side. Neianth still shares no words, though his ripples become no less choppy, either because of or in addition to those blasting Igen sands and heat. No evidence of any mirrored reflection, but maybe some curiosity driven towards Ilicaeth first, then shared with his brown clutchmate. The small brown doesn't leave, but neither does he move to enter, his stalking poise paused with wings not-quite-tucked and head turned serpentine around the corner to watch. For the brown with almost always something to say, apparently little mini-dragons take that away. There's a somewhat distracted and therefore mild hint of surprise in Keysi's expression, at Edyis' voice. Stormy intense eyes flicker from her old friend's face to the little noisy thing enclosed in her flight jacket, and back again. There's a salute there, though not entirely a formal thing, but in the place of what was almost a wave instead. It's repeated to Alida by the time her quick pace has taken her without much wait to the inside. "Not too late?" Is asked first, then "I came voluntarily." Sounds almost too serious at Ed's question, "Was that a mistake?" Dry sarcasm is made more evident by the muted grin she has, "Is yours giving you trouble already?" « Don't even think it. She'll hear you. » Well Edyis probably won't but the brown won't take chances. It's only after they are inside, and Pyrite's scolding can be heard that a small green shape noses its way between the unbuttoned portion of Edyis's flight jacket, zipping over to land awkwardly on the basket's edge next to her dam, a soft trilling hum added to greet her sibling, nosing at the sand in front of her. "Well, Zak's did try to eat his fingers." She sing-songs, wryly. "She isn't too bad really, at least when Akluseth isn't trying to teach her stupid things. Only real issue is she's so small, I'm afraid she'd going to get herself hurt or something." Ilicaeth gives oddly-silent Neianth a not-so-subtle mental nudge at his reaction to the upcoming egg shelling, the blue rumble-chuffing baritone laughter that's in no way cutting. Feel free to watch, man, especially since Akluseth's likely going to have none of it. Haw! The larger brown is also mentally 'thumped' in good humor - like a friendly clout along the back that guys exchange - at his admonition, 'caeth then returning the bulk of his attention to the 'little' basket's contents, again. Hummmm! Inside the weyr - along with two dragon heads at the outskirts - Pyrite and Mime chirple to their green daughter's arrival, the little gold affectionately nuzzling her offspring's neck for a moment before settling down beside her to continue watching and humming. Come on out! As for Alida, well, she's just stepping back a few paces, urging Keysi forward with a hand motion. "Like I told *those* gits last night: no quick motions, positive thoughts, food in hand. Like dragons, but with bribery." Smirk. She picked up Z'kiel's description of how to 'handle' a hatching firelizard. "Ed..." is noted around a faint chuckle to the other brownie. "Afraid the others 're already spoken for...not that they're even wigglin', yet." Upon the basket of sand, that mostly exposed, drowsy-lilac colored egg shudders, and the web-work of tiny cracks all over it start to fissure. "When those two," Keysi gestures back to the ledge, "Were just hatched, they certainly tried hard enough to. Wouldn't be much surprised if Akluseth is her mentor." A light, distracted shrug, "But you got him through that age." And although there's no inflection to her voice, as level and stern as it is, she implies it to have been no easy feat. She pauses at the basket's edge, looking at the little gold and bronze first, then the egg they protect. It's an afterthought that she suddenly pats a pocket of her flight jacket, and the fleeting edge of concern is gone when she is content by what she feels, and subsequently slides her hand into it to retrieve the strips of wherry she'd been carrying since lunch. Not the freshest, not dripping with delightful juices, but at least warm out of bodily proximity. "Aye." Is quiet from Keysi at Alida's instruction, though swept otherwise quiet by watching the progressive fissure lines of the egg. « Positive thoughts. » Finally Neianth is with the collective of the room, and he seems amused at this instruction and what it means for his, his green-blue eyes whirling speedily from the entrance way. « Requires focus. » Is more to Keysi than the others, but shared all the same. Edyis seems content to settle somewhere comfortable where she can watch the show, darkly amused by the scene. "Akluseth would probably try to eat you if there was, I was actually coming over to check in on things, but since there's a show." A friendly tease as she glances at Keysi, "Figured I might as well enjoy it. Besides Flicker looks quite content where she is." Getting affection from her momma, naturally. Still she watches the egg, that tiny buzzing noise not quite reaching the volume or tone of her parents. For Keysi's observation the brownrider laughs, "Yes, but barely." Remembering fondly the two browns and their antics. « Hussies, the lot of them. » He probably means the lizards, but Akluseth's tone is vague. « Not really, just a catching mitt. » He says of focus. n typical fashion, Alida 'lets' the others do the talking while *she* remains nearby but not *too* close, both to ensure Pyrite's calm and to keep herself the hell out of the soon-to-be hatchling's sights. No more flits for her, thanks. Green eyes take in Keysi's grab for that old wherry in one of her pockets, a quick nod of approval given...though she stares at Ilicaeth blatantly when the blue's humming becomes too loud to her in these confines. « Sorry... » is noted to both his rider and fellow dragons, his sounds instantly scaled down in volume so as not to make human ears ring. Still; ain't this grand?! The lilac-y little egg is surrounded by lots of emotions and sound, and finally perhaps it's all too much to handle, for the ovoid makes a miniature 'pop-bang' sound as it nearly-explodes into a million tiny pieces...which instantly get stuck all over it's nonplussed occupant. Humming for all she's worth, Pyrite suddenly stops and makes a lovely fluting sound to welcome her newest offspring into the world, while Mime steps restlessly along his side of the basket. Upon the sand, the tiny flit blinks owlishly over at its parents, then out at the huge world beyond...sniffing at all those new scents. Chreee...food? Up it stands, trying to scratch the litter of shell from its hidden hide while lurching towards basket-side... « And if it flies too high or too low for your mitt? » Neianth chuffs, leaving whatever 'it' is just as vague as his wisdom is. He settles a little more at ease on the ledge, shuffling his wings to tuck them against his back with leathery rustling sounds accompanying them. He's taken by the humming though, quietly emitting his own, which doesn't help the echo of the room together with Ilicaeth's. Keysi is very still throughout the egg's dramatic shattering, observations circling through the parents and the one on the sand now covered by its own egg shell and goo as self-made glue. It's likely a combination of a mental nudge from her dragon as well as the little hatchling's chree that prompts her to move. Hand full of wherry pieces is extended, and then withdrawn as she thinks better of it. Maybe overthinking, really. But she breaks the piece into something smaller so it's not just a chunk to offer, and then repeats the process- slower this time, too, and with a calm spread over the seriousness. Edyis watches in amusement, and Flicker mimics her parent's greeting with a teeny trill of her own. She settles on her haunches then, watching her eggshell spattered sibling. Edyis smiles watching that serious expression on her friend's face. Akluseth doesn't bother explaining to Neianth, since he tends to remember where that road often leads. Well, thank Faranth for brevity, then! As the egg literally pops apart, Ilicaeth's hum stops, replaced by the softest of dragon croons. His (well, maybe sort-of) baby...in a very very obscure and round-about fashion. Inside his couch, his chest puffs up some in fond pride, blue eyes whirling rapidly as he takes in the scenery, actions. Alida merely smirks rather softly at her dragon, then re-trains her gaze upon the basket and contents...and Keysi. Unless the brownie's about to seriously fuck up, somehow, the bluerider will remain in the background, for now. And the little egg-gooed flit? It suddenly lurches towards its 'older' sister, waiting for her to provide some sort of sustenance. No? Mom, then? Instantly, Pyrite buzzes some sort of firm sound at Mime, the bronze instantly winging off towards where he can likely smell Alida's hidden jerky store...in her locked press. "Oh shells, *no you don't*..." the blonde clips off briskly - though not unkindly - to the chest-perched bronze, the bluie then muttering Keysi-wards, "Get its attention... 'r it'll Impress ta the faire." And not *her*. Keysi takes a half step back with the buzz from Pyrite, and Mime suddenly taking off. Narrowed eyes following the flurry of activity. She was following instructions, wasn't she? The once-healer looks across to Alida and after the correction, the question follows of, "Was wherry not good enough?" Is, really, despite everything a tinge amused. "Apparently you have something better." But she doesn't really waste time speaking, leaning closer to the basket as she adds her thoughts, her fingers drummed on the edge of it. Fingertips brush the sands, scattering them in puffs similiar to the egg's mini-explosion. The strip of wherry previously offered at some distance is placed under that hand like dramatic cage holding it hostage- certainly that makes it doubly as exciting. Then she fishes for a second piece in preparation, a soft clicking sound under her breath given as one might do for runners. When she is looked at as the provider of foodstuffs, Flicker chirps rather sharply at the newly hatched creature. Edyis watches with a grimace, "You are over-thinking it, happy thoughts and food, just like men." Ok, not the best analogy probably bleed over from Akluseth's manner of stating things. Well the caged wherry does get some attention, since it has Flicker up in the air. The little green makes a sharp whistle at her sibling, flying over to try and hovering briefly like a great green exclamation point above Keysi's hand, with another series of chirps before zipping around, and trying to work her way back into Edyis's flight jacket with a great deal of racket. "Shell if "I" know," Alida murmurs intently to Keysi. "Think they're supposed ta eat practically anything, first-shelled..." Even if Pyrite still prefers cooked human-type food most of the time over raw meat. As for 'better,' "Nobody aside from *me* touches my special stash." Snert. Not even babies or Ilicaeth or Pyrite...though the blue dragon snorts softly...surprising Pyrite into a scolding chitter, and the hatchling into jerking its attention from the green exclamation point of its sister - over that pink blob - around to the gigantumongous blue and even more hugetastic brown. Holy crap! It's tiny call one of fear instead of terrible hunger, the little blighter tries to run, pitches forward...and into the meat that less-huge hand of Keysi's offers. Click? There's an uncertain click back from the hungry little bugger's throat as it stares at the meat - clicking meat? - and then suddenly pounces upon it with all the renewed fierceness of ravenous hunger. If Keysi's fingertips are too close, they could suffer the same fate as Z'kiel's. Saved by the wherry meat!
Edyis hisses a little as tiny claws scramble for purchase, until once again the little beast is tucked in where it's warm and dark and sort of quiet. The look from Keysi only gets an eyebrow lift back, and a shrug. Ok so maybe the food thing is universal. Still, when the critical moment is over she looks over to peer at the newly impressed pair. Tiny, yet razor-sharp teeth will draw a couple pin-pricks of red blood, but the tiny little shit doesn't care at all, for the "food-giver" has come, and once it chokes down all of that wherry that it can, all is right with the world. Making odd little huffing sounds between aggressive bites of more wherry, the flit is uncovered to be very large for its color...Ilicaeth dragon-beaming his pride through all dragon-minds and the one Alida-mind present. Son! And Alida? She only sighs in relief and some fondness as it gets all over and done with without too much of a hitch. What's a few drops of blood to a guard, after all? After a few moments to subtly bask in the good feelz, green eyes move to Edyis, note the wincing and green-firelizard crawling. Ventured only a bit wryly is, "Wonder if Yesia claws like that..." KEYSI'S BLUE: Square-jawed, barrel-chested, and compact of torso, this prodigious blue is all lines and angles, his neck ridges jagged-looking, eye-ridges prominent. Grandiose wings are a surprising shade of glacial blue that eddies into snow-devils of chill indigo upon wingsails' trailing edges. The bulk of his hide is a frenzied, chaotic winterscape of every shade and tint of an arctic storm; gelid gusts of pale sapphire rushing from shorter neck and down shoulders over his back, while random stipples of whitish-blue suggest ice and snow upon flanks. Frozen-seeming claws of an indigo so pale as to appear white suggest the pristine, latent threat of icicles... perhaps echoed by the rather aggressive cant of short headknobs and his rather bold posture. Keysi isn't so wary of the play of aggression as perhaps she should be. Or maybe it simply symbolizes the right balance to that flare. When the Impression is done, her furrowed expression exaserbated by getting her fingers nipped so hard, gives way to just narrowed eyes, considering each physical element of the little blue hatchling. Sore fingers pick off all of the visible shell pieces, only giving up when she has to replenish the strips of the offering. And offering it seems to be. When she's given a number of pieces, she reaches to pick him up heedless of argument he may give to continue with his underside while placed in the crook of her elbow much like an infant might be. "I guess he's not going to give me a name." She muses, flexing her fingers into her palm to put a little pressure on the red droplets. "How'd you pick theirs?" Is the question tossed to both of them. The smaller brown in the entrance way stalks a few steps forwards to see better, a huff of air untelling of his opinions. The look that Alida gets for the claws comment is a mixture of murderous and blanched, "Just you wait until Ilicaeth catches her; You'll have all the claws and weirdness to suffer through." So maybe Edyis is more than a little touchy about that subject than is strictly necessary, but there's still a smile for Keysi and her little blue. "She's just got these shimmers in her hide." Edyis states as the little green pokes her head about again, "And she's so small you don't notice her, just a flicker out of the corner of your eye." Hey, she never tested into Harper hall. Once he's a sated squirt, that hatchling curls up in Keysi's crooked arm like the least-fussy babe on Pern...at least until he wakes up and demands food again. "You know the routine," Alida notes around a faint smirk-smile to Keysi. "Feed, oil, teach, rinse, repeat." Speaking of oil, the often-sour bluerider moves to one side of that table (upon which only Pyrite remains, now, curled upon the last of her hidden eggs), nabs a little vial of palest-yellow liquid, hands it over to the 'new mom.' "Figured this'd be needed..." Shrug. There's a stare for Keysi's inquiry to both other 'owners,' and it's only after Edyis is done telling her own tale of naming that Alida casually mumbles, "Ya know what the ordinary folks' name for what Smithcrafters call 'iron pyrite' is?" And only if they show they absolutely do NOT know this factoid will she snerk, "Fool's gold." Nose-wrinkle. Beside Neianth, Ilicaeth croons down at the tiny blue dude, chuffs softly, and then carefully backs his neck/head out. « Wanna see 'im, Akluseth? » is inquired warmly of Edyis' lifemate. Because who *wouldn't* want to see a cute little squirt like that. And then Ed's replying that way - looking "that way" - and Alida has the spare grace to actually appear not only surprised, but a little chagrined...and then a touch surly for a few moments. It's only after she's got her mercurial self under proper restraint that the blonde murmurs a slightly-pinched, "Pardons..." to her buddy, the woman then turning away towards the basket to pick out any traces of eggshell left in the sand. Pyrite offers her human a soft croon, watching her work. "Yer welcome..." is noted levelly over her shoulder to Keysi. "Do well by 'im, Ilicaeth says." Edyis smiles, watching Keysi and her blue, and the bluerider. Akluseth snorts, but he'll still steal a look eventually. Edyis settles in on one of the chairs, watching quietly then. "Congrats Keysi." There's a look given to Alida, things to be discussed a little later once everything is quieted down, since the brownrider seems to be settling in to stick around. Even with all the goo wiped off, Keysi continues stroking the little firelizard's neck ridges. There's a nod when she looks up at Alida. "Thank you." The words are quieter, and she steps forwards to receive the little vial, but her words are more in regards to the hatchling than the oil. It's pocketed in the now empty space that the wherry once was. She listens for Edyis' answer, studious gaze straying to the Flicker in question as if to notice those subtleties she describes. Attention then to Alida, to whom she shakes her head once to hopefully prompt an answer. And once received, there's a twitch at the edge of her lips as if she finds the humor in it. "We will." Is simple, but to the point. Neianth has been waiting in his curiosity, not a patient dragon. Not in the least. And once he'd backed out onto the ledge again, he's been pacing instead of meditating on those thoughts. "Thank you." Repeated, that, but to Ed this time, grin a little more broad as she regards the little blue. "Clear skies." She offers, turned for the exit and the dragon who can wait no longer. |
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Tela (09:21, 26 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
"Wonder if Yesia claws like that..." So evil! :D
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