A New Addition (Caravan)

[ladybug]

Rilyer strode around the caravan stalls, munching on a warm, sweet bubbly pie. Insomnia perched on his shoulder, occasionally chattering at passers by. A few times, she scurried away to talk to some other 'mandyr, but she would return a couple minutes later, reciting fragments of the story she had just heard.

"That's very interesting, Somni," he said politely in regards to her latest garbled gossip. The green ruffled her frill in agreement, and he snorted. Suddenly, a pungent smell reached his nose, overpowering the sugary scent of the pie. Following his nose, Rilyer discovered a group of children guarding some unkempt animals. He was going to hurry past when one of them caught his eye.

"Look, Somni, a feline!" he exclaimed. Insomnia jumped up in reflection of his excitement and lost her balance, tumbling off of his shoulder. Used to her clumsy antics, Rilyer caught her automatically. "Hi there," Rilyer said amiably, nodding at the children and holding a hand out to the feline club. Hopefully he wouldn't get a bite for his troubles. I wonder if Rilysk would mind? He likes Somni, so probably not. I do have some spare marks...

[Rowana]

The feline cub in question was a striking silver color with creamy white socks and a black dipped tail. He inspected Rilyer's hand cautiously, sniffing it and crouching to observe it from all angles. Then he pounced! But this was not a malicious act, but a playful one. He batted at the hand with his paw, keeping his claws sheathed. Some of the other kittens came to investigate, but he warned them off with a his. This was his toy!

The oldest of the children, a scraggly boy of about 12 turns, approached Rilyer with a welcome smile. "'ello, mister," he greeted. "Seems the little man likes yah." He raised a hopeful eyebrow and added shrewdly. " 'e's only 3 mark, ifn' your thinkin' of takin' 'im 'ome."

[ladybug]

Rilyer watched intently as the cub sniffed at his hand, inspecting it thoroughly. When the feline reached out a paw, he jerked back instinctively, but relaxed when he realized the cub was only playing, with no claws involved. The only maliciousness was directed at the other cubs who ventured near.

Rilyer chuckled and scratched the silvery feline behind the ears. Looking up at the boy, he grinned. "Well, it seems like I might be stuck with him," he said cheerfully. Insomnia, back in her place on his shoulder, snorted, but Rilyer ignored it. "I'm not sure if I have enough marks, though..." he added innocently, pretending to search his pouch for the three marks. Just in case the child wanted to offer a slightly lower price. He couldn't help but bargain.