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Post by nightingale on Jan 1, 2009 20:25:17 GMT -5
"Well, I suppose there really is no accounting for good taste..."
Saeo murmured with a light, mocking scowl at the bronze flitter. She placed her round of fruit leather on the table, just in case he decided to come back and lick it a few more times once he was full, then went back to watching him. What a lovely little creature...maybe she would get lucky if she stood at Zesa's next hatching? Just being there couldn't hurt and watching the little beauties hatch out and impress was almost as nice as impressing one yourself...well, almost.
"Have you shown him to Raylin yet?"
She asked, offering Cloar a quick, sideways glance.
"She really loves the little darlings -and I'm sure Vega would enjoy meeting him. It might give him someone to play with."
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Post by dragon on Jan 1, 2009 21:38:42 GMT -5
Cloar shook his head. "I haven't found anyone to tell, except you." Cloar replied, patting Storm lightly as the flitter again swallowed the chunk whole and started begging for more. This time, Cloar let him have the whole peice. Maybe then he'd actually chew it ... instead of swallow it whole. And if he did somehow manage to swallow it whole, Cloar would have half a chance of snatching it back. In theory.
Laying out on the table, Storm happily started gnawing on the peice of dried meat, laing on his side and clutching the meat in all four feet to hold it still. His little round tummy arced upwards, now that it was pushed flat on his other side.
"I don't know if Vega would like him, though ... Vega is a nervous little flitter, if I ever saw one." Cloar mentioned. "Do you know where Raylin is?" He asked.
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Post by nightingale on Jan 3, 2009 14:10:36 GMT -5
"Where Raylin is?"
The girl paused for a moment at that question, the focus of her grey eyes dipping to the tabletop. Did she know where Raylin was? She wasn't so sure actually. That last time she'd seen the girl was in the records room that morning...and that had been a while ago.
"I'm not sure actually."
She mused, her voice genuinely surprised at the fact. She was usually quite good at keeping tabs on Raylin -if only for practical purposes. The idea that she might be wandering about somewhere she didn't know of...was rather exciting actually.
"I suppose we shall just have to go find her!"
Saeo chirped, giving her head a decisive nod. Tucking the book she had been reading under one arm, she rose from the table and surveyed the common room, plotting which direction they'd best try first. Hmm...well, with a baby flit she'd probably have to make several trips to the kitchen each day. That was as good a place as any to start looking for her.
"Follow me!"
She ordered, pointing dramatically toward the far common room door before charging off haphazardly toward it. She almost slipped on the carpet twice, but somehow managed to reach the door unharmed. She then turned back toward Cloar and his flitter, gesturing for them to hurry up.
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Post by dragon on Jan 3, 2009 14:41:55 GMT -5
Cloar grinned crookedly at Saeo's enthusiasm, and got up to follow her. Tucking Storm back into the pouch, he trotted after her. Storm didn't mind being picked up at all ... he was still hanging onto the jerky with all four feet, and countinued to gnaw on it after he had been placed in the pouch, which was now hung across Cloar's chest again.
"I'm coming." Cloar told her, when she waved him on. "Where are we going, exactly?" He asked, out of curiosity as he met up with her at the door before they started down the stairs. He really didn't have any idea where they should start, in looking for thier friend, so he was asking.
Though a rather big lad, Cloar was light on his feet as he made his way down the stairs ... for more reasons than one. Not only did a jarring step take a toll on one's body after a few years of that, but he also had a rather precious and fragile companion along for the ride ... and he really didn't want to jostle and jarr Storm into being sick in the pouch.
Storm was completely content, however, swaying gently in the cloth sack, chewing industriously. He burbled happily, making for a rather strange, disembodied noise coming from Cloar's hip.
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Post by nightingale on Jan 5, 2009 22:25:48 GMT -5
Saeo grinned, eyes flashing with an excitement that might have frightened a casual acquaintance. The invigorating warmth of the sun set off a warm tingling beneath her skin as she skipped her way down the barracks' staircase. She bypassed the last five steps altogether, deciding instead to jump the railing.
"Well, we're going to the kitchens first."
She informed Cloar, briefly glancing over her shoulder at him before deciding that it would be easier for them to talk if she walked backward.
"And if she's not there...the archives perhaps? I'll make up a plan as we go along -you just focus on rowing the boat."
It was about at that point that her not-existent sense of balance and inability to see behind her met a piece of driftwood. She went tumbling backward into the sand with a yelp, sending up a cloud of fine dust particles on impact. With a small groan the girl pushed herself up into a sitting position, biting her lip as she willed the painful ringing in her ears to stop. When it did, she set her lower lip into a pout and glared up at Cloar, just daring him to laugh so that she would be able to kick him in the shin.
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Post by dragon on Jan 5, 2009 23:01:31 GMT -5
Cloar took the more sane route down the stairs... actually bothering to go around the rail. Had it been just him, he might have actually followed her over the rail. That sort of thing was always fun. But since he was carrying a bag that held his precious little friend in it, he wasn't about to risk taking a spill.
"The kitchens? Okay. Maybe I can snag something a tad juicier for Storm while we're there." He mused. And a drink of redfruit juice, too, that was always good!
Cloar opened his mouth to protest her suddenly walking backwards ... especially since he could plainly see what she was walking toward. There was no way she was going to see that coming, and not fall over it! But she drowned out anything he would have said, by demanding he row the boat, where ever it was they were going. Which he really wasn't going to protest ... he always rowed the boat, after all. If he tried to make her row the boat, they'd be going nowhere but downstream in a hurry.
And then it was too late ... she backed into it, and took that spill, landing on her tush in the dirt. Cloar's brows knitted together on his forehead, as he stepped over the stick and reached down to offer her a hand up. "You okay?" He asked, with some concern. "I was going to warn you about that thing, but ..." He shrugged, only.
Instead of seeing her pout as a threat to his shin's well being if he laughed at her, the expression translated in his mind to mean she'd taken some injury from the fall. And all he could do was hope that it wasn't too bad. "Do you need to go to the infirmary?" He asked, too, just in case. Tailbones were some fragile things.
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Post by nightingale on Jan 5, 2009 23:54:22 GMT -5
For a moment, Saeo was convinced that Cloar was mocking her. Did she have to go to the infirmary? She'd fallen three feet into a pile of sand! She'd have to be made of glass in order to have hurt herself at all, much less badly enough to warrant a trip to the infirmary when Jermayan wasn't on duty. However, after watching him for a second or two an seeing no signs of impending laughter, she realized that he was actually worried about her. She found herself smiling at the absurdity of it.
"Oh, most definitely."
She assured him with an emphatic nod of her head, then promptly twisted her features into an expression of melodramatic agony.
"I think my back may be broken! I shall have to be carried!"
She moaned pitifully, pressing the back of her hand against her brow and allowing herself to fall gracelessly backward into the sand.
"Oh, I'm dying Cloar! Woe is me, that it all had to end so soon! I'm too young and pretty to die in a wretched place like this!"
She then promptly rolled onto her side and kicked him hard in the shin, scrambling to her feet and dashing out of reach before he could retaliate.
"You are such an idiot!"
She laughed, grinning widely from her safe-point half a dragon length away.
"Now come on! Raylin isn't going to get found unless we're looking for her!"
With a wide, beckoning gesture, the girl turned and ran for the docks. She sighed happily, breathless from the effort she had put into her little charade. Shards, sometimes the boy just really didn't understand anything.
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Post by dragon on Jan 6, 2009 0:23:34 GMT -5
Cloar just looked at her blankly for a moment, as she first started in on her melodramatics. Her first line had him convinced she really was hurt. But by the second one he was grinning, himself, having caught on to what she was about. He was about to laugh at her as she continued on with it, getting even more sand on her when she flopped back into the grit. Well. She was a strange one, wasn't she?
And then she kicked at him! He danced away from her, surprisingly light on his feet for his bulk. But even with that, he didn't manage to get completely out of range. He yelped at the impact, and danced away from her again, as she scooted away, off toward the docks.
"Saeo!" he protested, before jogging after her. His shin stung, but it didn't hurt enough to make him limp. "That wasn't nice." He informed her, trying to be stern. But even at that, some traces of a grin were peeping through anyway. Playful minx.
He followed her down the dock, and once she selected a boat, he followed her into it. Untying the rope from the post, he threw the rope down into the bottom of the boat before settling down to take the oars.
"You kick me again, and I'll pitch you out of the boat." He warned, pointing a thick finger at her. Part of him looked dead serious about it, and part of him looked amused. But which was it? Did she dare find out? Was she ready to get wet? Cloar took a hold of the oars, and started rowing, massive arms and shoulders flexing and rolling as he steered the boat across the river, into the middle. And then he started rowing for real, getting them to where the kitchens were. Once they reached that dock, he stood up and caught the peir, stepping out into it quicky and deftly, before securing the boat with the rope he had carried along.
"Alright." He said, offering her a hand out of the boat and onto the wooden peir. "We're here." Cloar said. As if that weren't obvious. She'd have to be blind and deaf to not know that they were there.
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Post by nightingale on Jan 6, 2009 20:30:39 GMT -5
"Oh come on, you say it like I mortally wounded you!"
The girl huffed, choosing one of the smaller boats and hopping inside. Cloar's warning was met with a cautious narrowing of her eyes. He wouldn't throw her out of the boat...would he? No, that was silly. Of course he wouldn't...she hoped...she because she really didn't care for swimming. Not only was she bad at it, but she hated being cold and wet above almost everything else in the world...well...she hadn't really wanted to kick him again anyway...
She made it a point to completely ignore the hand he offered to her when they reached the dock. She almost lost her footing once, but through some miraculous show of good luck she managed to step onto the dock without further injury to her body or pride.
"Okay then,"
She sighed, smiling breathlessly as she turned her attention toward the main hall staircase that lay just a little ways off the riverbank.
"We'll start in the kitchens and work our way up...and, do me a favour Cloar?"
She turned, offering the boy a wry grin.
"If I fall down again, wait until you see blood before you go making a fool of yourself."
And with that, she was off, skipping her way across the beach in what she could only hope was Raylin's direction.
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Post by dragon on Jan 6, 2009 21:12:57 GMT -5
Cloar watched her go for a moment, then heaved a sigh. Okay. Wait for blood. She might regret that, later on. But ... oh well. Not that he terribly minded being made a fool of. Cloar just simply didn't care about that sort of thing. He followed after her in a more sedate pace, but really didn't hurry. Girls were so silly. It made him wonder ... why in the world did he have more friends that were girls?
Well, in reality, he only had three friends, if one could call them that. The whole situation was weird beyond belief. Cloar supposed that he ought to branch out a little more, but that was hard to do.
He followed her into the kitchens, but failed to see Saeo anywhere. Okay ... this wasn't good. He looked around a little bit, and wondered where the silly girl had gotten off to. "Saeo?" He asked, trying to not get loud, even as he dodged drudges and cooks in the busy place. Not seeing her at all, he wandered back out of the kitchens again, and waited outside.
Storm peeked out of the bag at the world around him, and then just stared. This didn't look like the world he knew! There were no walls! There was no ceiling! what was that big, bright blue thing over head?! Those green things were moving! The bronze peeped in alarm, and dived back down into the bag. Cloar only laughed.
The flitter would get over it eventually.
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