Fire-lizard Magnet [tags R'wign]

[ravenmane]

“Come on, Tobby. Don’t want to get lost.” Ciara called for the boy and held out a hand to him. The Weyrbrat grasped it obediently, but his eyes continued to roam as he soaked in all the noises, people, and bright colors. From what the rider guessed, Tobby had not been to a Gather before, and if he had, it must have been before he could remember. What truly worried her, though, was the fact that her foster son’s father had not responded, nor received any of the recent messages Ciara has sent him. She feared that T’zan, Tobby’s father, had died, but the Weyrbrat had no way of suspecting that, and Ciara wasn’t about to tell him. He was safe at Selenitas, barring the recent attack, but safe nonetheless.

”When is the egg going to Hatch?”

“I believe it’s going to Hatch soon, Tobe.” She fingered the egg through the pouch it had carefully been placed in. Its shell was hard, near Hatching hard. When he had learned that Ciara has planned to purchase an egg, the boy had been ecstatic at the prospect of witnessing a fire-lizard Hatching and helping to raise one. His innocent joy and placed a smile on his foster-mother’s face. He does love dragons, Ciara. Yes, he does. By the way, could you oil my hide tomorrow? Of course, dear. The thought of her dragon’s multi-colored hide reminded the rider that Toryth had not Risen recently. Not a very exciting thought. Sk’ler would of course care for Tobby and Caevaniara when the Green Rose, but that did not rid her of the apprehension that nagged at the back of her mind.

“Ti! Yn!” Caevie’s little cries sounded distinctly like parts of Eryn’s and Chatti’s names. Both Tobby and Ciara laughed, the latter shifting the babe to her other hip. It was an amazing experience to watch her daughter grow over the past several months. Instead of a “red-face ugly” as Chatti had called the newborn Caevie, the seven month hold had grown and looked more like a short chubby toddler to Ciara. Tobby had also grown since she had taken him in almost two turns ago. Now, she was about to add a new member to the family, and Faranth, the woman dearly hoped that whatever Hatched out of that shell wasn’t a nightmare. Chatti will make sure the Hatchling behaves. Speaking of Chatti, where us she? All I hear is her complaining about a ‘dumbBronze’ thing. Eryn insists she is at the Toy Stall. Well that was wonderful. Her gay green salamandyr was probably terrorizing the poor stall keeper. As if the people at the Weaver and Egg Stalls hadn’t been enough.

Then, a twitch against her side directed Ciara’s attention back to the egg in her pouch. The movements were not consistent, almost as though the Hatchling was deciding if it really wanted to come out or not, but she knew that it soon would move faster. Maneuvering herself and Tobby over to a nearby table, Ciara sat the boy down and then handed Caevie to him gingerly. “Don’t drop her, okay?” He nodded solemnly and clutched the baby close to him. When she settled herself too, the greenrider carefully removed the egg from the pouch and gently placed it on the table. It’s already Hatching? Toryth’s voice betrayed her surprise. I thought I had more time. Ciara couldn’t help but glare at the rocking egg. It sure picked an inconvenient time to Hatch. Drawn by her Bonded’s agitation, Eryn popped in over the little group with her eyes whirling curiously while she hummed to the little egg. Was she getting a little friend that would help her fight against the Green Ugly? Yeah!

[glamourie]

“Stop following me.”
Mrrrow.
“Stop, seriously -- I don’t have any food --”
Mrrow?
“I’m not going to feed you. Stay with me and you’ll starve.”
Puurrnnn.

So went the debate as R’wign stalked through the Gather stalls. The beads in his braided hair jingled musically as he walked. His outfit drew quite a few startled looks as the brown weyrlingrider made his way back toward Checkoth. Maybe if he flew back to the Weyr, the pair of felines following him would get the hint that he did not want them. He did not like felines. He tried taking them back (and the stall owner made it clear that the cream-and-brown one wasn’t welcome) but… they kept on following him. Even climbing up one of the trees (a feat in the skirt he was wearing) hadn’t dissuaded the little monsters. THEY FOLLOWED HIM UP THE TREES. More than a little disconcerted, he’d rapidly climbed back down, ran to the other side of the Gather, and… thus was his predicament. Every where he went, the two four-leggeds were prancing after him, and the female was purring the whole time. It would have been cute if it wasn’t positively terrifying. As it was, R’wign was wondering how one abandoned a creature that seemed to have some internal R’wign detection device built in. He was also wondering why in Faranth’s name it wanted him when he obviously did not want the feline. Shoo! Be gone, pest!

He was headed straight in the direction of the food stalls, black and blue-purple skirt swinging around his legs as he walked. His belled anklet jingled musically, and the lack of shoes made traversing the gravel pathway difficult. The paint on his face hadn’t smeared at all though, miraculously, and for all appearances, R’wign looked very much like he was part of the show. Except that he was a dragon rider… although casual glances would not allude to that. Quite the contrary, the trail of fire lizards following after him made it seem more like he was a holder. There were four flying behind him, all dressed in doll clothes: Ellie, Hazard, Stumpy and Roxie. Collision and Crash were both sound asleep in the black leather bag slung over R’wign’s shoulder, having eaten themselves into unconsciousness.

The two felines chasing him were relentless as he walked. The one answering his speech was a small female with creamy fur, a heart-shaped face and brown ears, tail, paws and masking on her muzzle. Her brother was much larger, and basically little more than a blob of grey and black fur. The two of them were inseparable, except that the female was chasing R’wign… and the male was chasing the female. Both of them were cubs, definitely far from full grown, but one look at their paws told the story: the male would always be large, and the female would always be small. Of the two of them, the female was definitely on the devious side, having no problem hunting down R’wign -- she was the one who kept locating him, every time he tried to hide.

He was oblivious to the sound of cracking nearby as the egg that Ciara put on the table top began to split and crack spontaneously. Several fragments from the shell broke off, and then all at once it gave way until a blue fire lizard rolled across the surface of the table. His hide was dusty colored, and he was small for the most part. Dark blue spots scattered over his body, in particular over one eye, and as he stretched out, the little male was obviously far from the most cheerful creature to ever break shell. In fact, he turned, took one look at Ciara, and then spit in defiance. Scolding loudly, he took to his wings and flew off straight through the crowd until he collided straight into R’wign’s head and tumbled down onto the brown weyrlingrider’s shoulder with a startled cheep.

Looking around, the blue fire lizard made a low scolding noise in his throat. Then he positively screeched before bouncing to his feet and sending waves of hunger in what was very obviously a demand. He wanted fed! Obey!

[glamourie]

Name: --
Looks to: R’wign
Age: Hatchling
Gender: Male (Blue - Slate|Navy)
Physical Appearance: While somewhat small for a blue, it could not be said that this filter is out of proportion. His wings perhaps, are just a little bit too large for his body, but this is beneficial in that his increased wingspan grants him the stamina of a larger animal. He has a very sharply angled and serious facial structure, and will tend to look cranky even when feeling amiable. One will have to watch the colour of his eyes carefully in order to keep track of what he’s feeling on a minute by minute basis.

The base colour of his hide is a dusty shade of blue that would be hard pressed to draw attention to itself. A very large navy blue spot circles his left eye, and many other spots of a similar colour can be found scattered across his body. Most of these spots are round, but there is a small patch of dark blue in the very center of his chest that appears almost heart shaped. You would have to get close to see it however, as it is both very small and very hard to find amid the rest of his spots and speckles.
Personality: This small blue is downcast and more than a little bit grumpy. It’s rare to find him in a good mood because it seems that there is always something annoying him. One might expect this to make him a violent creature, but no. He far prefers to simply whine and complain about everything and everyone. His will get the worst of this, and should it ever be suggested that perhaps he should stop being such a vapid grouch, his complaints will only grow more annoyingly trivial. Why can’t the sharding drudges move any faster? Why does HE have to deliver the message? Doesn’t his realize that he’s tired? Why can’t everyone just leave him alone?

This blue loves cuddles, but you would have a hard time believing it by the way he berates anyone who tries to offer them. It absolutely has to seem that he’s doing you a favor before he’ll cuddle up with you. Once there he’ll be content to stay practically forever, but if pressed he will insist that he was just trying to be nice, and then go on to complain about how needy some creatures can be. He will be very protective of any greens he catches, and it goes without saying that His will never be without a guardian.

[ravenmane]

"I think it should be a Green like Lulu." Tobby commented brightly as he turned his attention over to Ciara.

"Another Lulu? Wouldn't she get jealous if there was a fire-lizard just like her?" Ciara replied solemnly, and Tobby narrowed his eyes in thought.

"I guess... It should be a mini-Toryth instead!" He perked up at the idea. A Mini-Me? That would be fun. The boy smiled broadly at the dragon's words. He glanced over at the rocking egg and his eyes grew huge at the large cracks running across its lovely shell.

Between the choice of a Blue or a Green, Ciara thought she would prefer a Green. A Blue would look out of place among her three Green mind-mates, and a Green would fit right in. I honestly would find a mini-me very strange, Ciara. That is a nearly impossible scenario, love. Your clutch was tampered with by Benden. Toryth and Ciara were silent for a moment, both looking back at the memories of the massacre that Ciara couldn't forget easily.

As she turned her attention back to the egg, several large fragments fell away and the egg collapsed, sending a lovely colored Blue tumbling on the table. "He's pretty..." Tobby wasn't able to finish as the fire-lizard defiantly spit at Ciara and zoomed off. The crowd parted to avoid the uncoordinated blue missile, and the Greenrider was able to see the Hatchling collide with the head of a man in a purple skirt.

She picked up Caevie and pulled Tobby after her, following briskly after the occupant of her fire-lizard egg. "Are you alright?" Ciara eyed the Blue flit cautiously, but little Caevie reached for the flit all the while cooing innocently at him. It was almost like she wanted the grouchy escapee.

"Sorry, Caeve, but the fire-lizard wants R'wign." If R'wign was surprised that Ciara knew his name, there was a simple reason. The healer was notorious for his silly antics (please note his current outfit) and his growing fair of fire-lizards. The drudges said he had even Hatched his fair's Queen when the Caravan came around.

[glamourie]

Horror. That was the best description for the look on R’wign’s face: horrified. He stared nervously at the fire lizard clinging to his shoulder while the feline continued to circle his legs, purring the entire time. The fire lizard gave another loud chirp, demanding, and climbed up to perch properly on his shoulder before flaring his wings in an intimidation tactic. Of course, it wasn’t very successful, for all of R’wign’s fire lizards seemed drawn by the new baby and made no effort to disguise their interest; all but Crash and Collision flew around, chirping and chattering curiously. The aforementioned two were sleeping in R’wign’s bag, quite oblivious to everything surrounding them. One slept all the time, and the other was a hatchling and had gorged himself to the point of unconsciousness. Neither would be waking any time soon -- though, the little blue was doing a good job of drawing attention to himself.

“You don’t want me,” he said with a light nudge toward the flit, who actually leaned down to nip his finger in response. “I don’t have any food, go to them, they want you - sharding - why - how -”

Looking up at Ciara (he knew of her vaguely, because Kalierre had mentioned the girl being a spineless coward long ago and K’lir detested her), R’wign shifted his weight and frowned apologetically. The blue pulled away from the baby, spat again, and actually jumped to R’wign’s other shoulder, while Ellie glided down and gave a curious flute. She landed right on Caevie’s shoulder and nudged the girl’s chin with her head as her eyes whirled adoringly; she liked babies, she did. Soon she would have babies of her own and all of Pern would get to see and admire them. She chattered quietly and rubbed her head along Caevie’s face, clearly affectionate. Why didn’t Hers have any babies for her to admire? Why was it always someone else’s? Inquiringly, she chirruped to R’wign, who nervously shifted his weight.

“Was he supposed to go to her?” R’wign asked, as the fire lizard leaned up to bite his earlobe. Flinching, he dug into his bag and pulled out a roll of fabric. A piece of meat was then removed and offered to the little villain, who snatched it away greedily. Grumbling, R’wign glared at the little beast, then turned back to Ciara. “I can’t even walk by them when they’re hatching anymore, shard it -- hold on. Hold on, I can fix this. Stay -- stay here. Right here. Ellie, don’t let them leave.” Ellie gave an affirmative flute (though she wondered how Hers intended for her to stop them; what was she going to do, hog-tie them?) and looked up toward Ciara again before flaring one wing inquisitively. Why was Hers so focused on that? And why was he so upset about the blue? She liked blues, they were nice. Well, no, that one wasn’t, but - maybe she could teach him.

Hmm.

Without waiting for a response from Ciara, R’wign half-jogged over to one of the nearest stalls, and the felines at his heels followed. He knelt down to the pen of feline cubs and looked each of them over, before exchanging words with the stall keeper. As one of the cubs was indicated, he picked it up with both hands and held it up in front of his face -- earning a low growl from the cream colored one at his feet. Ignoring her, he handed off the marks and then pushed the feline behind his back. The cub licked the blood from the meat off his fingers while the blue fire lizard (now hungry again) bit his ear again in defiance. When that didn’t work, the little male took to scolding zealously; why wasn’t he being fed fast enough?! Ignore the furry thing! FEED HIM!

Awkwardly stopping next to the greenrider, R’wign knelt down and removed his hands from behind his back to hold up a gray furball with long fur and large amber eyes. The cub made a low mrrow and then reached out to put one paw (without claws showing) onto Caevie’s nose. “Here -- better than a fire lizard, a soft, fuzzy feline -- better, right?”

R’wignmine asks me to tell you to tell yours that the stall keeper said the feline is good with children. He apparently asked. Ever helpful was Checkoth, though the brown sounded half-asleep. Considering he’d decided to nap through the Gather, that was unsurprising, though. Why would he wake up fully just to deliver a message? Yaaaawn.

[glamourie]

Name: ?
Species: Feline
Gender: Female
Age: 8 seven days

Appearance: This feline sports long silky fur that is easy to manage. Her fur will hardly ever matt or tangle no matter how little attention is paid to it. The reason for this disinclination to matt is the felines own preoccupation with her coat staying flawless. She washes often, and thoroughly enjoys a good brushing. Her tawny brown base coat is highlighted with deep black tabby markings that are near perfect in symmetry. Tufts of the same stunning black hair jut off her ears giving her a wild appearance that is only intensified by her large amber eyes.

Personality: This feline has a disposition that is totally at odds with her wild appearance. In fact this female exudes an air of patience one finds miraculous for a cat. She often allows children to grabs clumps of her hair, tote her around, and generally manhandle her with nary a complaint. To those children she is very much the mother figure staying close and protecting them from anything she deems dangerous. During the day she is content to bask in any attention they are willing to give her as she naps and lazes about. At night she becomes an active guardian watching over the children as they sleep like a silent sentinel. Anything she perceives as a threat will be viciously, yet silently, attacked with both teeth and claw. Protective yet sweet she makes a puuurfect nanny. One who will never shirk her duties no matter how old she gets.