"What a dusty place, Huni was right when she said it would need a lot of work..." The blond kitsune flicked his ears as he moved deeper into the shop - and farther away from Huni (as his kind are prone to wandering away from groups - and generally into trouble). Syrie noticed several groups of slashes clawed out from some of the walls 'I wonder how those marks got there... will have to fix them, definitely...' He flicked his tail a bit and opened his sketchbook again - he had wanted to take down measurements for the building on this trip, figure out what needed to be done to help fix up the shop before it opened.
Syrie kept skribbling furiously in his sketchbook dispite the flickering lights that threatened to go out completely as he wandered blindly around the empty shop. As he wasn't watching where he was going, he didn't notice that he'd wandered into a rather interesting room. There was a large tome laying open, pages waving silently, though the kitsune didn't pay much attention until the magic of the room pricked his senses.
"Huh? Oh, wow..what's this?" He looked around, ears swivelling. Did Huni know what this was? Had she left it here for him to see? Syrie shut his sketch book and moved closer to the tome; from the corner of his eye, he saw a Huni-shaped hole in the wall, but didn't pause to think on it too much. The pages of the tome glowed a bit, the magic calling to him, reaching out to stroke his senses. "Hmm..." As he peered in the book, there appeared to only be one word "why" on each page. "Curious...very curious..."
Being a Kitsune, and thus being inclined to indulge in his curiousities; Syrie picked up one of the quill pens beside the tome and dipped it gracefully into the inkwell, hand poised for just a moment before a sure hand placed the strokes that would form the characters of his question.
"Why are there claw marks all along the walls?"
The moment the question was formed the lights went out completely and a great wind sprung up from nothing, blowing papers and pencils every which way. "Oh no, what have I done?!" Syrie's tail poofed out to twice it's normal size as he dove out of the study in a swirl of loose, yellowing pages. It took only moments before the winds died down and the lights came back on, but it felt like forever to the blond; he looked at the mess he'd somehow caused and whimpered a bit. Huni was going to KILL him if she saw this mess! He was supposed to be helping clean up, not destroying things.
"Syrie?" His red-orange ears perked as he heard Huni's soft voice calling from a few rooms away. Stormy-grey eyes widened and he zoomed around to clean up this mess, but when he picked up a heaping armful of the yellowing pages - could it really have been that many!? - he almost dropped them. Something
bit him! 'Paper doesn't bite!' But the scent of blood told him yes, he had been bitten, he wasn't hallucinating! At that moment, Huni came in to see the disheveled kitsune holding onto a little black ball of fluff.
"What in Gaia...?" Before Huni could say anything more, Syrie pried the little fuzzball from his arm, only to have it climb into his shirt, shivering agianst him as he tried to explain what had happened. The red-head was semi-familiar with this, as she'd just experienced it with Linneas, her new "charge"; so she just sort of nodded and went back into the study, coming out with a tome that
appeared to be black, but if you looked at it too long, the colors sort of shifted.
"This is yours, I think..." Syrie gave up trying to pull the fuzzball from his shirt. It wasn't moving anywhere, and it sort of purred at him when he left it alone...whatever it was, it probably hadn't meant to bite him. He took the book and looked at the gold embossed cover...
<center>
Kiarhu
by Syrie</center>
"Kiarhu?" Syrie murmured the creatures name apparent, only to have it start kneading his side a bit. 'Yup, that's it's name alright...' Huni giggled at him, and then mentioned something about how they had their work cut out for them.
She certainly had
that right.
