Post by Kisha-Ra on Oct 11, 2009 15:50:37 GMT -5
‘Right, there you go. Now go and annoy somebody else for a while. I’m getting one of my heads and I’ve been here less than a candlemark.’
‘’Kay.’
Yoalla set the weyrbrat on his, or maybe her, Yoalla wasn’t entirely certain on this issue, feet and patted the child on it’s padded bottom, hoping it would take the hint and go somewhere else for a while. Thankfully this one toddled off, plopped down, and started playing energetically with some wooden animals.
From some perch or another in the room Lao fluttered down to perch on Yoalla’s shoulder and rub his head consolingly against Yoalla’s face. He wasn’t totally convinced that they should be around these little humans, they were so noisy, and sticky, and they kept trying to grab him, and as if all this wasn’t bad enough all of them kept talking about bronzes that couldn’t possibly be there. Lao had looked and looked for the bronze but there was only him here, and they couldn’t be talking about him because he was very clearly a green.
Weren’t children supposed to get tired after dinner? Yoalla asked herself, reaching up to pet Lao’s head without really thinking about it. She’d always thought so but apparently the children here had other opinions. She blamed it on them being so well fed, when she was young she was sure she’d never had energy to spare on running around making a foul mess and hitting other children around the head with a toy cart. No all her energy had been channelled into finding extra food.
Yes, it was true, in this case Yoalla could certainly understand her pet (although she still couldn’t figure out what had him convinced he was a green), it was so loud in here, and it smelled like inadequate toilet training and long hidden vegetables. She couldn’t wait to get back to Yosk and spend the night in idle pursuits in the fresh air. What she didn’t understand though was why the bronze didn’t just go, he didn’t have to do this.
How much longer now?
‘’Kay.’
Yoalla set the weyrbrat on his, or maybe her, Yoalla wasn’t entirely certain on this issue, feet and patted the child on it’s padded bottom, hoping it would take the hint and go somewhere else for a while. Thankfully this one toddled off, plopped down, and started playing energetically with some wooden animals.
From some perch or another in the room Lao fluttered down to perch on Yoalla’s shoulder and rub his head consolingly against Yoalla’s face. He wasn’t totally convinced that they should be around these little humans, they were so noisy, and sticky, and they kept trying to grab him, and as if all this wasn’t bad enough all of them kept talking about bronzes that couldn’t possibly be there. Lao had looked and looked for the bronze but there was only him here, and they couldn’t be talking about him because he was very clearly a green.
Weren’t children supposed to get tired after dinner? Yoalla asked herself, reaching up to pet Lao’s head without really thinking about it. She’d always thought so but apparently the children here had other opinions. She blamed it on them being so well fed, when she was young she was sure she’d never had energy to spare on running around making a foul mess and hitting other children around the head with a toy cart. No all her energy had been channelled into finding extra food.
Yes, it was true, in this case Yoalla could certainly understand her pet (although she still couldn’t figure out what had him convinced he was a green), it was so loud in here, and it smelled like inadequate toilet training and long hidden vegetables. She couldn’t wait to get back to Yosk and spend the night in idle pursuits in the fresh air. What she didn’t understand though was why the bronze didn’t just go, he didn’t have to do this.
How much longer now?
