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Post by S'yal on Sept 29, 2011 17:20:56 GMT -5
It wasn't likely that anyone would expect to see Z of all people in the mess hall. The wherhandlers had their own, and Z had become a bit of a recluse after the breakout. Lately he'd been going out more and even cheering up a bit, but he wasn't back to his old self yet.
It was especially rare that he was out at day. The man scowled, his brown perched on his shoulder and occasionally chittering excitedly at Z and showing him images of curled up puff balls. You see, Z's cat had gone missing. At first, Z had been terrified that she'd been eaten by a wher or something else.
But then, Warden Jr (Or Pain in the ass- Pita for short- as Z had recently been calling him) had shown up with images of Cally and excited squeals. So Z had obediently followed PITA to the mess hall, despite the fact he'd rather sleep. With PITA's directions he found himself to a table right next to the kitchen... which had a suspicious basket underneath it.
Z crouched, and got a faceful of hissing cat for his efforts. The man yelped and fell back, and Cally realized who he was. With an apologetic meow, she rubbed her head against his hand before consenting to allow him to see into the basket.
There were five little kittens all curled up in the basket, each poofier then the last. They were only old enough to have just opened their eyes, and Z gave Cally a glare for having hidden them. "What if they'd have gotten eaten, Cally?" He scolded her, moving to take the basket despite her yowling protests. The kittens awoke, and a little gray and white tabby propped herself up to meow loudly at him.
"Cally, you're a bigger pain in the ass then Pain In The Ass. I hope you know that." Despite his gruff words, Z rubbed the gray kittens head and smiled softly at her.
THE ROMANCE LITTER
Chocolates kitten.
Flowers kitten.
Poetry kitten.
Serenade Kitten.
Love kitten.
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Post by snalf on Sept 29, 2011 18:16:22 GMT -5
Lexine was bored, and like any bored teenager, she was wandering. Without any current tasks, it was pretty damn boring. Tart was clinging to her shoulder rather timidly, sullen. How he'd managed to fly into that wall again was beyond her. And truthfully, with the lack of him running around causing trouble for Lexi to fix, she was at a loss of what to do with herself.
Hey! That stranger looked really interesting. Of course, on further inspection from afar she came to the realization of who it actually was. Eek! It was the Wherleader! To talk or not to talk...Lexine contemplated on what to do. Shards. She'd need to get over it, anyway. If she was to be a master Wherhealer, she needed to grow some social guts! Okay, chill out.
Lexine walked towards him, stopping a a couple feet away. She cleared her throat, "U-Um....H-Hi, M-Mr. Z!" she sounded pretty collected, well, kinda. Man. So anxious! It was actually kind of surprising that she was talking to anyone on her own accord, especially when it wasn't Tart related.
Speaking of Tart, he looked rather content with himself. Not that he really DID anything. Ssssh. Don't tell him that. Lexi was concerned, though. What was he looking at! Oh dear. Maybe she was being a bother! Leave it to her to be a bother. Oh shards. It's a good thing she didn't swear out loud as much as she did in her head.
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Post by Spiffy on Sept 30, 2011 9:54:34 GMT -5
Avara had been at Warden's... the better part f a day now. And this was the first chance she'd had, out of formal shindigs, to have food. When Avara was hungry, there was very little, besides a job undone, that would keep her from food. Alas, these things had to be done, and she had to have something in her stomach before she could start 'doing' any of them. Trouble was, she still wasn't entirely sure what one was supposed to do here as a goldrider. It appeared that the former goldrider had done little besides care for her crippled dragon. And no the 'Weyr' had two goldpairs, nobody seemed to quite know what to do with them.
Ah, this was a shambles!
She needed klah. Now.
Striding into the mess hall like a man on a mission, Avara only stopped for a few seconds because she didn't quite know what the klah was. Once located, however, she made a beeline for the mugs and pitcher, pouring herself a big mugful and taking a gulp. She quickly regretted that, however, upon realisig that the klah was fresh and still fucking hot. She nearly dropped the mug, somehow managing not to slosh any, puffing on her tongue like some strange perversion of a panting dog.
Then, a second later, she recaled where she was. Oh yeah, she was supposed to be a responsible authority figure here. She quickly pulled herself together, standing straight and proud, which would have made a rather comical sight had anyone seen her. She stood like this for a second, checking that nobody had seen her, then relaxed. Fuck it, since when had she ever cared how she appeared to others. She got the job done well, and who gave a flying wherry about professionalism here anyhow? Hah, nobody. Except maybe one of the Wardens, who'd been acting like he'd somehow fitted a rod up his arse.
Catching sight of someone almost falling over (as you do when you're looking around to see if anyone's seen you) she watched a strange little scene unfold between a man and what appeared to be a table leg. Sprog peered out from the neckline of her shirt, curious, but daring come out no further. He was not in his usual place on her shoulder, hiding behind her hair, having apparently decided that his human's hair was not good enough protection from all the new and scary faces that he'd found himself surrounded with. The poor little blue had been almost apoplectic when she'd been given the tour of the prison. But he'd chosen to hide now in her breastband, which was probably not the best place for him either, and was rather awkward for Avara, but she'd long since accepted the flitts whims and was willing to put up with the odd looks she got for his sake.
Curiosity piqued when another person joined table-leg-man. Mr Z, eh? That sounded familiar, but for the moment she couldn't pull it out of the list of authority figures that she'd been few an hour or 5 ago, past and present. maybe once she knew something about him she'd remember. He was probably somebody fairly important, or the young girl wouldn't be calling him mister, right?
She decided to join them. But not before grabbing a redfruit and taking a big bite with her free hand.
"I hope whatever you're cooing over is interesting, or I'm putting off my well-earned dinner for nothing," she said as she came within speaking distance of Z. Without further ado she stopped almost next to him, peering at the 'table leg' he'd apparently been talking to a minute ago. Only to find that it was not a table leg at all (as she had suspected) but a basket. A basket with a cat in it. Nestled next to the cat in the basket were kittens. Fluffy kittens.
"AWWWWWWWWWWWW THEY'RE SO CUTE!"
Sprog, bless him, was not so enamoured. He promptly tucked himself back into Avara's breastband with a squeal of alarm.
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Post by maggie on Sept 30, 2011 21:25:10 GMT -5
L'rin had not been at the Weyr for very long, but he had been looking for Zalman and the grumpy wherhealer had said she had spotted him coming this way. He grinned as he spotted the wherhandler and this grin turned into a beam when he saw Avara was there. This day was just getting better and better.
He approached the crowd just as Avara exclaimed how cute the kittens were. He paused, craning his neck to see. "They're adorable, gold handler, are they yours?" he asked congenially. He had a soft spot for little fuzzy things...
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