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Post by Ember on Aug 1, 2009 13:14:39 GMT -5
T'san was positively ecstatic! A weyr Gather! Those didn't happen every day, y'know. His enthusiasm had bubbled over to Dsoleth as well. As a pair they were going to make probably the silliest stand in the world...as soon as he finished looking at the other stalls around. He had passed on the Masquerade stall, he didn't plan on doing any dancing and besides, his customers needed to know who they'd be dealing with. If they demanded he wear a mask he'd just make a simple paper one later while waiting for customers.
While looking around he noticed a little girl sitting with a box and was drawn over by his curiosity. Dsoleth was watching through his rider's eyes with the same amount of curiosity. As the brownrider approached he waved a greeting to the girl who may or may not have been looking. "Hello," he said a bit absently as he peered into the box...and saw three kittens. "Oh my, they're cuties." Dsoleth heartily agreed.
T'sanmine. You surely must want one? There was hope in the brown's mental voice. Not really. They're cute but bound to be trouble. T'san felt a subtle shift in his brown's thoughts and was unprepared for the demanding tone. You must buy one! I will not beg. Then how do you plan to persuade me? If you do not buy one I will not help with your mark making scheme!
With a resigned sigh T'san pointed to the little orange and white kitten and asked, "How much for the orangey one there?" Dsoleth was key to his stall! He could hardly do it without him. So he was forced into buying a kitten.
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Post by kat on Aug 1, 2009 13:26:52 GMT -5
Kiana had only just arrived at the Weyr the previous night, and had settled into the barracks, in a newly emptied bunk that was beside another, very quiet, girl. That suited her just fine, as she was tired and not particularly up for talking much. Still, when asked, the girl had informed her of the fact a hatching had just occurred and that a Gather was the following day. Having had no marks she mentioned that she was just going there to browse, and the girl, Ari, had been asked if she'd like to come along.
It was a rarity for Ari to have marks. Still, she had a few, and didn't know what she wanted to do with them for the life of her. She was so ill used to knowing what to spend them on, that as she walked alongside Kiana, who seemed to have every idea of what she would have liked to do with them, she felt uncomfortable as could be. As they walked through the Gather, Ari would have liked nothing more than to just explore quietly as she'd always done. Still, she had some feeling of confidence with her...it was all due to Roo, her four month old puppy, who walked beside her, sniffing along the ground and wagging her tail excitedly. If it weren't for her puppy, Ari might have stayed in the barracks. She had met Kiana, or Kia, as she called herself for short, last night, and when the girl had asked her to go to the Gather with her, she had nearly said 'no' but felt bad that Kiana would have to go alone. So, she'd given a weak smile and a reluctant 'yes' and here she was, no turning back now.
They were nearing a small booth, and Kia suddenly spied something that made her give a sort of joyous, rather girly, sound. "Oh, Ari! Look at them, aren't they just gorgeous!" Ari quietly came forwards to see what on Pern Kia had exclaimed about. But 'they' could be anything, and she hadn't expected 'they' to be alive. Kittens. And yes, they were lovely little things. She couldn't hide a smile, and being as perceptive as she was? She guiltily noted the look of longing on Kia's face as she looked at them. She cleared her throat, summoning up some courage, and then asked the girl there, "excuse me...um...how much are these?" She took a deep breath. She had five marks, and she was going to feel awfully embarrassed if it wasn't enough.
Kiana assumed Ari wanted one, and smiled at the other girl, wistfully trying not to stare at the white, long haired beauty. She wondered if they were male or female, and wiped the look of blatant desire to just steal one--proverbially, of course!--and run away. She loved kittens, and felines. However, she'd never had the opportunity to have her own. These three were precious as could be, though...pity she had no marks. She'd just have to enjoy Ari's, since they lived in the same barracks. That wasn't so bad, if the other girl didn't mind?
The girls spotted a young man next to them, but Ari was too shy to say anything and Kiana was still staring at the cubs, trying not to look like she wanted one so badly.
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Post by Sheari on Aug 1, 2009 15:33:29 GMT -5
Anusha and R'men had decided to wander the Gather and catch up. It had been quite a few turns since they'd seen each other and it felt good to Anusha to be able to talk to someone who knew exactly what she was talking about. The first thing for her brother to point out was his fascination with her Salamandyr. The white lizard, as well, had taken quite a shine to the bronze weyrling and was now perched on the man's shoulder. He didn't love him like he did His, but he was His's brother so therefore was a close second as far as Akos was concerned. However, Weith wasn't so high on the list and any pictures depicting the dragonet were often dull in colour rather than the bright copper-red that he really was.
The bronze weyrling in question was walking next to R'men. His head was carried high and his chest was puffed out a bit and his gait was graceful, wings partially unfurled to increase how he looked in size. There was no mistaking him for anything but a bronze. R'men ignored him, he would eventually get tired of the facade and drop it, carrying himself the way he usually did; dignified and mischievous. Minth, on the other hand, was more walking with a more high-stepped shuffle. Most of her concentration was bent on trying not to trip and fall with her gangly legs. Her wings were tucked neatly to her sides so they would remain out of her way as well as the way of others. She moved behind Her's, head very close to Anusha's leg as she turned her head every now and then when she caught a smell or saw something of interest.
As the little group neared an area Minth wandered over to a group of people surrounding a little girl with a box. She stopped a few feet away with her nose in the air. Mine, there are little things over here. Come see?[/i] "Minth says there are little things over there and she wants me to see," Anusha said, turning her head. "Let's go," she smiled and walked off, followed by R'men and an intrigued Weith, whom of which had dropped his facade.
Akos glided as far as he could to the ground before scrambling up Minth's back to rest on her head. He wanted to see too, he did.
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Post by glamourie on Aug 1, 2009 17:59:10 GMT -5
She didn’t want to sell the cubs. As far as she was concerned, they were family. Reggie and Fish didn’t seem to mind it much, but she did. Kalerary folded her arms and effectively stared straight ahead at the Gather, her legs crossed underneath her, and kept the unpleasant look on her face. She liked felines. They were no where near as loud and obnoxious as fire lizards and salamandyrs, and most of them liked to cuddle. Bigger, they made much better pillows and hug-toys; that made felines more appealing to her. R’wign hated ‘em, though she hadn’t ever gotten why out of him (her healer-friend always insisted it was ‘personal’ but that felines were ‘completely evil’ and that if she changed her mind on fire lizards, he’d see to it she got a flit egg). She thought they were amazing, though. Wasn’t Reggie? He always loved on her, and seemed to sense when she was unhappy. Not as much with her as Bryce was -- Reggie seemed to prefer her papa, he did -- but still. These were Reggie’s babies. Of course, she’d initially had it suggested that she pick families to give them to, but then she told her father maybe he should sell Keravi and Samera, the screamers, and he’d insisted on her selling them at the Gather as a ‘responsibility’ lesson. He was being mean. So she had to sell them to new homes… but she was going to put up a fight about it! Reggie gave a low purr and circled her legs as the first person to approach her stall that wasn’t a squalling weyrbrat arrived. Her gaze lifted, and Kalerary fixed T’san with a stare that gave clear indication to how jaded she was, despite being only nine turns old. The scar on her face was proof enough as well -- covering half her face and marring what might have once been pretty, she looked like a northern warrior, complete with scowl. She watched him in interest, not greeting; she didn’t know this one’s name. Fortunately, though he spoke, she was saved from answering by more arrivals. Her head swiveled around to see two girls that she also didn’t recognize coming up, and she narrowed her eyes on them; they had the look of candidates, they did. Would they treat Reggie’s babies well? Candidates were not usually well-behaved, according to her papa. He didn’t like them much though some of them had saved that bronze egg from those people. The feline gave a low purr and then circled the box before standing on his hind legs, front paws resting on the side, to peek within. Kale hopped off her stool and looked at the trio, oblivious to the green dragon staring them down, and indicated the cubs with one finger. “They’re all four marks,” she said softly, “but they come at an extra price. You gotta tell me what you intend to do with ‘em and how you intend to treat ‘em, ‘cause see him? That’s their papa, that is. He’s mine, and Fish is Savitri’s, and we raised the cubs together, mostly me since my sisters are screamers. And I’m not letting them go to just anybody. They’re family.” She jutted her chin defiantly, and then looked from the two girls to the man and back again before her gaze dropped down to the box. The three kittens within were all awake for once, and moved around in excitement, while Reggie swept over to weave between Ariya’s legs, rubbing against her in the process. He was friendly, and these ones hadn’t been marked. Obviously that meant they were his for the taking. Kalerary crouched down in front of the box and reached for the orange-and-white cub first. She picked him up with both hands and cradled the little fellow in her arms, her head bowing so that dark brown curls swept over her face. “He’s the oldest, he is. He was born first. Before I’ll let you consider buying him, you gotta show me that he likes you. Here…” And then she reluctantly held the passive feline out toward T’san, her gaze on his face. “We’ve sort of been calling him Spice, ‘cause he looks a bit spicy. He’s my favorite, and he takes after his papa. Yesterday, he tried to eat my shoe. Likes playing lots. If I let you buy him, you’ll take care of him -- feed him regularly, give him a lot of love and attention, never let him be neglected? You gotta promise me, or I’ll sic my papa on you, and he’s a scary, scary man. He’s the junior Weyrleader. You promise me?” The two girls were primarily ignored, for the moment, as was the dragon staring. It wasn’t personal. Each of the cubs meant something to Kalerary -- and she didn’t want to give them to someone who might let them suffer or be ignored. They deserved better, they did.
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Post by Ember on Aug 1, 2009 18:27:10 GMT -5
T'san kept his face passive but he noticed the girl did not look happy. At all. She was also very plainly from the North. Or unfortunate in her luck with some kind of accident in the South. If he had to bet anything though, he'd say she was from the North. She didn't answer right away and he realized why pretty quick. Others had been interested in the box and were making their way over.
Quietly, so that he almost missed it, the girl told him the price and he nearly threw a fit. 4 marks!? Surprise was evident on his face as he considered that. Home bred cubs as the girl assured him they were generally were cheaper. Or not sold at all. People unwilling to keep them usually gave them to friends or at least people they knew. He considered her words (price, however expensive, wasn't the issue with Dsoleth) before she handed him the smaller version of their 'papa.'
T'san took the little cub in his hands and looked him over, giving him a little scritch behind an ear. Yes, he was most definitely a cute little fuzzball. Her favourite, hmm? He was almost surprised that she hadn't upped the price for this one, as children sometimes did with their favourite things. Now to assuage any doubts the girl had.
"He certainly has an interesting personality it sounds. Little bothers me more than to see an animal hungry and depressed," he said, looking her in the eyes so she'd know he wasn't lying. "I have no other pets to take care of and my dragon is big enough now that I have tons of time to spare looking after this cub." He wouldn't mention that it was his dragon who had truly convinced him to even get a kitten. He wouldn't want the Junior Weyrleader on his case about upsetting his daughter. Although, the threat was kind of amusing really.
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Post by kat on Aug 1, 2009 22:04:30 GMT -5
Ari didn't know all that much about what things were worth at Gathers. However, she did know that kittens who were of no particular breeding were usually not sold for so high a price, or they were given away for free. She pursed her lips, knowing at least that at Gathers, you could haggle for prices. Did she want to go and do that, however? The younger girl didn't even look happy to be giving these kittens to new homes in the first place. Plus, all her marks save one would be gone. She had no clue when she'd see that sort of thing again. Still, she really didn't want anything today for herself. She was generally the kind of person to be content with what she had.
So, she listened to the girl speak about the kitten that the young man had inquired about, lips pursed as she debated if she should ask a young girl why she sold regular--though cute as could be!--home bred cats for a whole four marks. Anyone could care for a cat, so long as they lived at the Weyr. Even a drudge, she mused. After all, she had Roo, and she'd been a drudge when she'd got her when the pup was only six sevendays old. Why, therefor, was she selling these kittens for that much? She had to know, but she'd wait her turn to ask. Kittens ate fish, and meat. Dogs ate a lot more meat than even two fully grown cats did, and she, a drudge, had been able to feed her growing pup just fine. The kitchens never begrudged anyone scraps or meat for animals that were their pets. That girl, the Weyrleader's daughter--didn't she know that? Or was she pretending to be unhappy about giving them away so she could milk the extra marks out of people? She hated thinking something like that, but she knew kids pulled all kinds of tricky things to get what they wanted. She noted the scar on the girl's face, and immediately felt kind of bad for even looking. She didn't stare, but she had looked and she wondered where it was from. She wouldn't ask that, of course. She glanced over at Kiana, who also looked like she'd been taken aback a little by the price.
Kiana was, in fact, surprised at the announced pricing as well. She leaned over and whispered, "are you sure you want to get one from here? I know cats, and while they're gorgeous kittens they're not but home bred cubs. I'm sure you could get the likes of these for free from someone's litter," she said kindly. She personally was already in love with the white one, but nonetheless she didn't want Ari to waste her marks if she wasn't as taken with a kitten as she was. Besides, she wasn't getting one, and though she would have paid the four marks if the girl had let her have that white one? She wouldn't blame either the man or Ari for not doing the same. Most candidates had few marks to just throw away like that.
Kiana wasn't buying one, but she still wanted to inquire about the price. Still, it wasn't her place. Ari was considering. She didn't even have a single mark to consider with. She subdued a small sigh, shifting her feet and waiting to see how the kitten reacted to the young man who held him. How could you even tell if a kitten liked you the first time you held it? Didn't one have to build a relationship? True, cats often knew if they liked a person or not. Most every cat she'd met had purred and rubbed up against her. She wasn't much of a dog person--no, she far preferred cats. She thought they were even smarter than dogs, though many disagreed. But cats could do things--they just did them only if they wanted to, not just being mindlessly loyal no matter what and obeying every command. Yes, she loved cats. She didn't really envy Ari one, but she still wished she had marks for the white one, too...
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Post by Sheari on Aug 2, 2009 11:58:53 GMT -5
Being ignored was not something new to Anusha and she continued to peer into the box from where she stood. Akos, seeing that he could get a better vantage point from her shoulder, jumped over to her and climbed up her arm. As she leaned forward he did as well, flaring his wings in case he fell. Anusha then saw the two remaining kittens in the box. One was all white and the other all grey, but with shorter fur. She couldn't tell if it was male or female, but it was cute, and fuzzy. Oh boy was it fuzzy. It wasn't doing much but she was inclined to watch it. Four marks for these little guys? That was an outrageous price, surely, and if she bought one alone it would be a major drain on her marks. Perhaps if she split with R'men?
Anusha flashed Minth an image of the cubs in the box. They are cute, Anumine. May we get one?[/i] I don't know Minth.[/i] The hopeful feelings from Minth did not subside. She flashed the image of the cubs to Weith, who in turned agreed they were very cute. R'meennn! Minth's says there are fuzzy hatchlings in the box. They are cute.[/i] The bronze inched closer to sit next to Minth. If he was overwhelming the people around or the little girl, he didn't care.
R'men mused over the price and what the girl wanted of them. Anusha had Akos, and they both had their respective mindmates. He didn't have a pet and they certainly were cute. He didn't have any problems with parting with 2 marks, but 4? "I pay half and you pay half?" he inquired to his sister. It wasn't exactly a hopeful tone but it was enough. Anusha turned it over in her mind. She really like the grey one, it didn't look much like it's siblings; it was different.
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Post by glamourie on Aug 2, 2009 14:41:24 GMT -5
He didn’t look too happy at the price. Good. It was expensive, she knew -- twice the amount that felines typically went for. However, twice or not, the cub was worth it, in her not-so-humble opinion. She’d raised him herself, feeding him with her bottle, keeping it warm but not hot. All of the cubs were hand-raised, hand-fed, and they all had wicked control of their claws. As far as she was concerned, the felines were the best ever to be born on Pern. Her temper flared and Kalerary threw caution to the wind - metaphorically speaking. Her father would be most displeased with her if he knew, but he wasn’t there, he’d left her to man the stall herself (to buy his own costume) and therefore, she felt no reason to pretend to be happy that she was selling her babies.
“What?” she said with a scowl, the indication of her annoyance clear. How dare he make a face at her prices! If she’d had her way, the felines would have been three times as much, in hopes of no one buying them. Only those who really wanted to give them a good home would be willing to shell out the four marks for them. She thought her logic was sound. “You don’t like the price? Then put him down and leave. He’s family and he’s worth much more than those stupid - stupid felines sold by the beast crafters. He’s paper trained, he knows not to climb on stuff and he’s Reggie’s baby and that makes him the best. If you don’t like it, you can just - just leave.” He was even holding the baby who looked like Reggie. ‘Reject’ being her first pet ever, she was possessive of everything relating to him. The cubs were his children. Since her papa wouldn’t sell Keravi and Samera, why should she have to sell her babies? It made no sense.
Sniffing indignantly, Kale knelt down and picked the gray cub up before rubbing her hands down him. She didn’t notice as Reggie took off away from the box, prancing away. Her gaze was on T’san entirely. “If you’re not willing to pay four marks for him, I’m not willing to go down. These are family. They’re my babies. I don’t even want to give them up, but we can’t have seven felines in our weyr, two salamandyrs, two fire lizards, two newborn babies, me, my papa, Savitri, and a bronze and a gold. Papa says it’s excessive. So - so - if you want him, you gotta pay. Nothing for it. Spice, Dust and Winter have been with us since they were born.” Of course, their names could change -- but she wasn’t about to just give them out and be talked down in her price. She just wasn’t!
In her pouting, she failed to notice what had snared Reject’s attention. The large feline wove through the arriving crowd to circle a pair of black clad legs, the pants edged in gold and stitched up the sides. They were tucked into black boots with gold-touched laces, and the shirt was a long-sleeved white tunic, the sleeves of which were poofy and belied the muscle toning that the arms within possessed. A long, flowing red cape with similar gold embroidery was visible, and red and black sashes completed the ensemble. Over his face was a red and black mask edged in gold, no feathers; it was one of the tie on ones. However, short as he was, the ‘King’ was undeniably Ka’rys -- to those who knew him. The mask did disguise his face expertly, though. He reached down to stroke Reggie’s back and then turned toward the crowd, before whispering to them - so that Kale couldn’t hear -
“They’re four marks because the parents are both healthy; we can chase their lineage so that we know they’re not related, and they’ve both been checked by beast crafters and healers specializing in animals. They’re guaranteed to be in perfect shape.” He was not about to let Kale hear him trying to rationalize her prices, though it made sense -- he’d been the one to suggest them. “Normally domestic feline cubs go for two marks, but these ones are also trained to not be frightened around or by dragons. They’re used to them. For dragon riders, or candidates, they’re pretty much perfect. Any of you buying…?” His gaze flicked up to Weith, and then he narrowed his dark brown eyes. “Back or I’ll make your sire sit on you; you’re going to risk stepping on Reject and that will make me most unhappy.”
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Post by Ember on Aug 2, 2009 15:18:58 GMT -5
T'san winced and switched the cub to being craddled in one arm as he rubbed a hand over his face. Oh dear. Evidentally his expression had definitely given away his thoughts about the price and the girl had taken extreme offence. The kitten in his arm evidentally meant a lot ot her and he felt bad that he wanted a discount, which was rediculous because they were expensive already. However children weren't generally known for their reasoning skills. He also felt keenly embarrassed to have upset the child with others watching. As much to comfort himself as anything else he gave the cub a soft pet or two.
He felt for her. Clearly her family's weyr was very full already and he could sympathize with the injustice of having to give up her pets based solely on that. It seemed as if he was going to have to either give up the cub or pay the full 4 marks. He was leaning most definitely to the former, despite whatever protest his brown had. T'san simply was not made of marks and did not want to spend so much for a cub, family or not. Secretly he noted her first mistake, naming them. Giving anything a name, even a temporary one, made you attached to them.
Between the kitten in his arms, Dsoleth's insistance, and the girl's words T'san finally caved. "Alright, 4 marks it is then." He waited patiently as he locked eyes with th girl. She could still refuse him the kitten if she so chose. She was obviously attached to them and she didn't know him at all. She could be waiting for someone she at least recognized to sell them a cub. He could feel himself wanting to the answer to be yes though. He was growing attached to the little furball in his arms despite his best attempts not to. Newborn things...so very trusting sometimes.
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Post by kat on Aug 2, 2009 16:03:18 GMT -5
Ari was so glad that T'sen had pulled that face he had at the mention of the price of the felines. She paled a little as the younger girl began speaking, explaining as she did that the price would not be lowered. Well, could she blame the girl? Really, what were pets worth to someone? Her Roo was already the closest friend she'd ever had, and so who was she to argue with that kind of logic? Her mind was made up, even before an elegantly dressed man addressed what seemed to be them and the dragonrider man--wait, was he the Junior Weyrleader?! Ari paled even more, nervous all of a sudden, stomach doing flip-flops. Well, there was no way he was making what he said up, either! It only added in her resolve to get Kiana one of these cubs. She smiled at the Jr. and then whispered shyly, "thanks for telling me that..." but then turned her attention back to what was going on with the dragonrider young man and the girl selling the cubs.
She felt bad for the girl, really, having to sell her cubs when she was already attached. She'd even given them names, and that would only further the attachment she had to them. She knew that Kiana would treat one like gold. She'd talked to her only a few sparse times, but Kia was so nice, and she loved animals so much it made Ari smile whenever she spoke of them. That white one was pretty, besides, and Kia was still eying it, she noted. Well, that was that. If the girl would let Kia adopt it, then she'd gladly pay the four marks it would cost.
Kiana was surprised, for she hadn't noted the look on the first potential buyer's face. So, at first she thought that the girl's words were directed her way--before she noted she wasn't being spoken to. Well, so she wasn't the only one who'd had her misgivings about the pricing, it seemed. Still, as the girl praised the cub's merits, she had to admit there were things about them that the cubs Beastcrafters sold didn't have. If she was going to ever Impress, she would want a cat who wasn't afraid of her dragon. Then, she spotted a man she--but obviously Ari did--didn't recognize. He was dressed in a fabulous Gather outfit, and she smiled at him as he also put in his two marks about the cubs. How he knew, she didn't know. Still, he seemed to know, and paper trained was a definite bonus. She began to change her mind a little. If Ari wanted one, then she should get one that would be suited to Weyr life and was worth the marks. These seemed, though not of pure bred blood, to be the best choice for that. Besides, they weren't interbred...that was definitely a plus. So much inbreeding was often done and she disproved of it. She waited to see if the sale would be made, curious to see what Ari would decide on.
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Post by Sheari on Aug 2, 2009 19:32:49 GMT -5
Weith looked at the man and blew air out of his nose toward the man. Humph! I am offended, R'menmine, that Ciceroth's would imply that he could get Ciceroth to sit upon me![/i] He then pointed his nose up and dramatically took a step back, clearly unhappy to have obliged for he did fear being sat on. He's the Junior Weyrleader, Weith.[/i] A look of disapproval was the only response R'men got from Weith. Nothing more than bruised pride - or was it false pride? - and he shrugged it off. The weyrling looked to his sister for an answer to his inquiry of splitting the cost. They had the same amount of marks, and if they pooled them they had 11 total.
"Only if we get the grey one, I like him," Anusha said to R'men. A tiny wave of disappointment mix with approval came from Akos, as he had taken a fix to the white kitten. It looked just like him, it did.
It was as close to a compromise that she would offer. The orange and white cub was presently being handled by someone else and the little girl had a hold of the grey one now. They were all pretty cats but she'd gotten her fill of white from Akos and she was sure to not hear the end of it from R'men if he had a pet that looked just like hers. She was sure he would badger her unintentionally about it so the white one was out of the question as well. It hit her then that she was essentially helping pay for a pet for her brother.
When this ordeal was over he'd owe her two marks, but not right now.
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Post by glamourie on Aug 3, 2009 4:50:14 GMT -5
Kalerary fixed T’san with a steady stare as he spoke, her expression slowly fading back to slightly less agitated. Her fingers worked over the gray feline in her arms, and she frowned, more unhappy than angry. The gray cub looked quite brilliant against the oceanic blue-green of her Gather dress. Her mask was laying on the ground beside the stool but it matched her gown. She stroked the cub for a moment before gingerly setting him down, her hands coming out to take the soon-to-be offered marks. It felt… wrong… to take payment for a family member, to sell them, and she hated it, but she understood too that they couldn’t keep them. Just because she was sulking didn’t mean that Kale disagreed. She didn’t have to like something to agree with it, after all. She just hoped this man treated her cub well because if he didn’t, she’d hunt him down and tie him to a runner and then smack it so that it dragged him around the ground. Yes, she was that spiteful. Where Kalerary was concerned, ‘family’ wasn’t an exaggeration. She’d defend the cubs with the same ferocity that she would her sisters and her papa. She was a little warrior; she took after both of her parents in that respect. And people who mistreated felines were often the victims of her temper. She would paint his dragon pink if he didn’t do right by the cub.
“Please take good care of Spice,” she said, the slight upset obvious in her voice. “He really is part of our family and I’ll be really sad if you don’t love him as much as we do…” Suddenly reminded, Kale bounced in her spot and nodded toward the cub in the brown rider’s arms for emphasis on what she meant. “OH! He’s eight seven days old, by the way, so he’s actually old enough to start eating proper food. At least, Fish isn’t nursing them anymore, so you don’t have to worry about that, and um… will you keep in touch, so I can see how he’s doing sometimes? Just to make sure… you know… that he’s okay and all. Reggie and Fish are my favorite felines ever and well - well, Reggie’s - where is Reggie?” Baffled, the little girl looked around for where her pet had gone.
The two girls received a curt nod. Unfriendly, though it wasn’t personal. Ka’rys wasn’t a social being to begin with. That he’d spoken to them was nearly a miracle. Most of the time, the bronze rider just sort of nodded or shrugged either way. His family was the only ones who got mostly-positive responses out of him and Savitri would probably have debated the point if one were to be totally honest. Ka’rys squinted slightly, and then turned to look at the bronze as he backed away. The dragon’s movements brought him into view, which meant that hiding was impossible: no doubt Kale would notice him quickly enough. He crouched down and scooped Reggie into his arms, the purring feline delighted by the attention (Ka’rys really was his favorite). The movement made a blue salamandyr scurry out from behind the cape and Merce launched himself up onto Ka’rys’s head before displaying hypnotically at the dragons nearby.
Not want flyer go fly not belong, is wrong, is wrong. Shoo.
“He’s over here, Kale,” Ka’rys said, ignoring Merce as he broadcast his disapproval of the dragons all around. “And before you launch into tirades -- don’t.”
Kalerary had, indeed, been right about to do just that. The second Ka’rys spoke, she whirled around and her face painted into an unpleasant look, a small dark-haired storm ready to burst into flames - metaphorically speaking. She settled for putting her hands on her hips, still appropriately standing guard over her cubs as if their lives depended on her vigilance. How dare her papa come and watch and say nothing. It was so typical. Couldn’t trust her to do a single thing right. She settled for keeping the most steely glance she owned on him before saying softly, “Why hello, papa. What a nice costume. Savitri has the screamers, I’d guess? -- This man is purchasing Spice.” She nodded toward T’san, before looking at the crowd. “Are you all buying the cubs too? There’s not enough for all of you… there’s only three. Fish just had to one-up Savitri. Next time she’ll have four.”
“Don’t be a brat, Kale.” Stalking over toward the little girl, Ka’rys shot an apologetic glance to T’san, and glanced at the group. “Whoever is hoping to buy kittens, come closer. Dragons, stay back. Anyone not interested, buzz off.”
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Post by glamourie on Aug 3, 2009 4:51:14 GMT -5
Name: ? Age: 8 sevendays Gender: Male Species: Feline Belongs to: T'san Appearance: Even though as a cub he appears small, this little fellow will obviously be a large feline when grown up. However, ‘large’ is reflective of his slim, stream-lined build, like a wildcat; he’s powerful and muscular even as young as he is, and no part of him will ever be fat. In many ways he could be described as handsome, as he has a slender face that will always make him look young, and he has a long tail that he often keeps raised up behind him as he prances about. He’s naturally agile and graceful at once, easily able to weave in and out of a large array of fragile objects without breaking a single one of them.
As far as appearance and coloring goes, this little male takes after his sire strongly. The majority of his body is a creamy white – not true ivory, but significantly lighter than what most would call true ‘cream.’ However, pale orange drapes over the top of his head and down his back in a cape, leaving him with a white underbelly, neck and bib, along with socks and gloves. The over-all effect is a feline that looks like cream soda, complete with the white fizz on the top. His fur is long and very silky, particularly around his face where it spreads from his cheeks in an almost comically pointed manner; he resembles a Terran raccoon. The long fur comes up to tufts on the tips of his ears, emphasizing their points, and his tail is long enough to act like a duster. Amidst the orange and white, vivid blue eyes stand out on this feline. This might give the impression that he’s blind, but it’s inaccurate – he sees just fine. He’s just lucky enough to have ‘em!
Personality: Playful is this cub. Exceptionally so, in fact! He likes to chase virtually anything that moves, a habit that will not dissipate with age. The more easily accessible it is, the more likely to pounce he will be. Things like strings, ropes and even salamandyrs and fire lizards are among his favorite playtoys, and this feline will do virtually anything for the chance to play with them. Climbing, sneaking about, pouncing – you name it, he’s there. He’s also got a long memory. Creatures that play with him once will always be sought out in friendship, and his pet is especially unfortunate when it comes to this. Tying boots will always be a chore, and Faranth forbid he ever find his pet in a towel (he’ll definitely be chasing it). He also has a fondness for leather and will chew on it anytime it comes into his vicinity. Om nom nom.
With his human-pet, this feline is exceptionally affectionate and lovable. He’s a traditional “lap cat” and often wants to be held. When his pet is sitting, he’ll climb into his lap and curl up, purring, and at night he’s very happy to sleep curled up right next to his person’s chest. Perhaps one of his least endearing traits though is that he chases eyeballs – specifically, when people are asleep, he’ll lick their eyelids due to the rapid eye movement of sleep. Aside from that, he’s a very sweet cub, and very well-behaved in the sense that he doesn’t beg, will be easy to paper train, and he never claws on the furniture. “Get down” is a phrase he understands and obeys without question, and when his pet is sad, he’ll always be the first one there to help. Reliable is this feline and faithful ‘til the end. After all, he never forgets what all his pet has done for him!
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Post by kat on Aug 3, 2009 9:35:37 GMT -5
Ari realized it was her turn to step forward, and best now to let on to Kiana that she was the intended owner of the cub. So, turning to the other girl, she simply said, "well, go ahead." She gave a little nod in the direction of the girl, and Kiana misunderstood a moment, shaking her head and whispering, "I haven't got any marks. I can't buy one." Ari gave a small smile and nodded. "I know, that's why I'm buying it for you."
Kia's eyes widened a bit, and she couldn't exactly mention the fact that the cub would be four marks, as they were too near to the girl to even mention that being a lot of marks to spend on a cub for her. So, instead, she merely winced a little and asked, "are you sure, Ari? That you want to spend that much on me?" Ari only nodded, and again jerked her head at the girl, to indicate Kia should go on ahead. The girl's face lit up, then, as she couldn't hide her delight very well. She had been eying the white cub since she'd laid eyes on it. It was the cutest thing ever! She'd not had a feline of her own before but she'd been very fond of the ones that she fed that came around. She was a little nervous of dealing with the fiery nine turns old girl, but still stepped forwards with a friendly smile.
"Hello there, I'm Kiana...I was hoping you'd let me adopt the white one there," she told Kalerary, nodding towards the white cub and then waiting to see what happened next. Obviously this girl wasn't happy to be parting with these cubs. She felt bad for her, but she'd heard how many animals the girl already had and it was more than most she'd ever heard of. She and Ari would only have one pet apiece, and really that was enough for her right now. She'd let the feline sleep with her, as Roo slept on the foot of Ari's bed, and she'd pretty much spoil the little white cub rotten--within reason. She'd seen over spoiled felines and they were not easy to deal with. She'd make sure to train the cub, but it would get a lot of love from her, and attention, too.
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Post by zoie on Aug 3, 2009 10:00:18 GMT -5
Nitsa had been looking for flitters all day. It wasn't even funny any more. She couldn't find any. Not a one, in fact. She did see a small crowd gathering around a girl with a box, including dragons, and she wondered what was over there. Not flittes, though. Everyone she asked said hey hadn't seen any at all, except for the grown ones. That was silly, though. Wasn't it? She liked the things, but she couldn't get one. That was unfortuneate. She had a whole five marks to spend! Five! She decided to take one more look around before deciding that whomever chose not to have flitter eggs in stock made a bad descision.
Weaver stall, tanner stall, harper stall, food stall, tanner stall, that little girl with the box... what was she selling? Nitsa decided to that a closer look. Look at those balls of fur! So darling! Nitsa's eyes lit up when she saw them. Only two, left, though. That was sad. They were so cute! Nitsa was very girlish in her adoration of cute things. That was a fact.
Oh, someone else was hoping to adopt one, too. She overheard the girl talking earlier, saying that they were four marks. Four whole marks, though? That was quite a lot for a baby. But she supposed that it would grow up soon enough. If that was the case, then she wanted one.
Nitsa moved closer to the box and the girl. She didn't really know anyone here, but recognized another candidate. She waited for her turn, though. Rudeness wouldn't be good when someone was selling something. "May I get one?" she asked fnally. That little girl was, somehow, very intimidating. She held all the power here.
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