Why Me? (Tags Kalierre)

[ravenmane]

Meeownottadunnoa skistkablinblin BLAh BLAH boinksqueeskautoanushy phoodonumnum BLAH dazitbitum nonononono blingblongbleap hipno…….

Ciara was startled awake by the loud mutterings of her salamandyr. Looking down at the little creature, the weyrling watched Chatti attempting to dig her way through one of the room’s corners. Mutterings and nonsense curses continued to bounce into Ciara’s head while the little Green tried to scratch a hole in the wall. Finally annoyed and defeated, the salamandyr hopped onto Ciara’s bed, only to find herself on top of a very annoyed Eryn. Squeaking from fear and shock, Chatti darted out of the room and into the weyr next door with Eryn on her heels.

Leaping after the squabbling Greens, Ciara felt dread well up inside her. Her fire-lizard and salamandyr were headed straight for Kalierre’s quarters, and she could do. Rushing past her smug dragon and maybe Kali’s Phremath, Ciara arrived at the weyr entrance in time to see Chatti disappear under Kalierre’s bed. Eryn glanced back the Weyrling as she stood blocking. Smug malicious thoughts traveled from flit to human, instantly putting Ciara on alert. “Oh no you don’t, Eryn. Chatti is off limits. If you hurt her, I’ll clip your wings.” The last part of Ciara’s warning made the Green flit cringe. Having fun, M'dear? You wish, Toryth. I have a murderous fire-lizard in my possession, and her object of interest is a baby salamandyr. Walking into Kalierre’s room, Ciara plucked Eryn off the floor and tried to coax Chatti from under the bed. Only the Green wouldn’t come, and Ciara feared that Kalierre would come in at any moment.

And that fear was about to come true….

[Requiem]

Phremath opened an eye from her perch out on the weyrledge, blinking langorously. Squabblings. The green suppressed a yawn and curled tighter. Toryth's is having trouble with her little ones, the green commented to Hers. Kali's answering reply held a trace of amusment. Oh, really? Sometimes I think they're more trouble than they're worth. You feel strange. Just a passing thing. You'd think, seeing as how we share a bathing room, that I'd see more of Ciara, but...I'm afraid she's avoided me since the attack. Please! Let's not speak of that! Please. Of course. I'm sorry.

As was her wont, the journeyman entered through the inner corridor that fed into the warren of passages threading the canyon. Phremath could bear her with ease to the infirmary, but Kalierre did not allow her bonded to attempt a Between jump when she wasn't there, which effectively confined Phremath to the earth. She'd pulled night shift again. While others stirred by first light, Kali hoped to catch a couple hours' rest before weyrling duty drew her forth. No rest for the weary.

You didn't say that Ciara's troublemakers had ventured into our weyr, Phremath. Oh? Must have slipped my mind. The healer's mild surprise was evident in her features as she took in Ciara, flitter in hand, and apparently trying to get whatever had disappeared beneath her cot to emerge. Lust was quick to recover his surprise. 'Truders! Bite, bite 'truders! "No! Lust, get back here!" Kalierre attempted to grab at her bronze, but the salamandyr slipped through her fingers, vaulting off her shoulder and charging what he deemed as unwanted guests.

"If you bite anyone, I won't let you see the golden for three moons." The bronze halted, trembling with indecision, a hiss escaping his gaping mouth. No care! Mine, mine, mine! Theyse 'truders! He was hopping in place in agitation, but something still stayed him. Perhaps he felt that, if he could just get Kali to see reason, he might get his chance to bite and visit Dael. The woman approached him cautiously, speaking gently as she did. "They're friends. We don't bite friends, do we? They're your friends." Lust quivered with indecision. He liked the possessive. Not 'truders? "No." Mine? "Your friends, yes."

His little chest puffed out, and he strutted quite purposely beneath the cot, making a beeline for his clutch sister. Man-pet says you mine! He announced proudly to Chatti, causing Kali to roll her eyes. She turned a mild smile on the younger weyrling. "They sometimes make you wonder whatever possessed you to go to the hatching, don't they? Sorry about that. He's such a male." The healer wrinkled her nose.

[ravenmane]

Ciara was instantly on her feet when she heard Kalierre’s sharp command. Wide blue eyes stared at the menacing Bronze salamandyr and his owner as Ciara tried to keep hold of a struggling Eryn. The Green flitter was determined to kill the Bronze monster that threatened her Mine, and nothing was going to stop her except.. Stop it! That Bronze monster is a friend and so is Chatti. You harm any part of them, I’ll eat you for dinner! Toryth gripped the weak fire-lizard mind in her own, bending it into obedience. The happy-go-lucky Green had had enough of Eryn’s silly disgust for Chatti. When Eryn heard Toryth’s command, she screeched a loud insult before blinking /between/.

Meanwhile, little Chatti remained hidden under Kalierre’s cot. Eryn had harassed her since the day Ciara had Impressed her. The Green had finally gone too far, and Chatti wasn’t budging for anyone. Well, at least almost everyone. When Lust strode up to her, Chatti chirped happily. A surprised tone formed the creature’s nonsense mutterings, and she studied Lust for a moment. Pretty whajanisho pretty pretty boii tahneeloscree mlygreshvosh pretty blinfrydergo boii pretty… Chatti’s words and tone contained enough information to make Ciara smile. The Green bravely nuzzled Lust’s shoulder before creeping out from beneath the bed.

When Kalierre commented about the silly quality salamandyrs had, Ciara smiled. “Yes, I sometimes wonder if I Impressed a mental nonstop chatterbox. Little Chatti can’t talk with normal words. So her constant ramblings are gibberish to me. The only way I understand her is the way she is acting and her tone.” Ciara glanced down at her salamandyr before looking back at Kalierre. “How have you been lately?”