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 Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 12:39 pm
Dame Elenda of Mandor....at the eating hall of the Errand-Riders' Inn.Before long, most if not all of the errand-riders had arrived at the eating hall--well over a hundred of them, from knights to warriors to common folk, each with something to lend the effort. Indeed, a small army had gathered, splitting themselves into more or less random groups of six to ten people. Elenda had intended to choose a table near the center of the room; some in her company looked uncomfortable, though--Elenda guessed because of so many people--so she had sat at a table between the kitchens and the outside door, in a seat with her back facing the northeast wall. Lady Linde, an elven knight of Mandor, had been there already, one of the first in the eating hall. Elenda didn't know her well, but she'd seen her enough times to admire her powers of observation. Shane and Zuuta followed Elenda to the table. After they arrived, three more came one by one to their table. Elenda thought she remembered their names: Garrow of Mandor, Dyvon of Edria--an archer, that one, for certain--and Jormun, a wiry man renowned as the Seventh Spear. Shane and Zuuta sat to Elenda's left, their backs toward the door as if they expected to leave at any time. Jormun sat across, the combination of piercing eyes and cheerful nature oddly becoming on him. Garrow was a big man--gruff but good-natured, unless Elenda missed her guess. Then there was Lady Linde to Elenda's right, and Dyvon further on between Linde and Garrow, looking--as impossible as the thought was--every bit as if he were a cross between the two. Conversation was limited to pleasantries until the food was served and half eaten. By then, things had picked up quite a bit. The muted, slightly echoing din of talk swept in waves through the background. Among other things, introductions had been taken care of. Dyvon was indeed an archer--quite a good one, by his talk. Jormun didn't say much about himself, but he didn't need to; renown spoke for itself, and with six others out there like Jormun, he had plenty of it. Lady Linde said harldy a word, but whenever she did speak it was to voice such piercing insights that her words were quickly respected. Garrow tended to guffaw at a lot of things, and along with Jormun he was the life of the conversation. "Bfahah, in't that so, now," he was saying, loudly. Dyvon had a mischievous glint in his eye. "Not as often as you think, old man." "Aye, that's the truth of it," said Jormun. "Them bandits be a devious lot, sure as mountains grow shadows. With a spear, though, you've got a chance at the buggers whether they hide up in outcroppings or behind trees or aughtever." "Spear or staff, does'n make any diff'rence I can see, 'nless they has arrows," said Garrow. "A spear," said Elenda, "has a sharp end." The amount of irony in her voice was tempered by a suppressed grin. "Which tends to make people think a third time about an ambush," Linde put in. "Arrows are impractical for bandits, since the more people live, the more people there are to bring goods through their haunts." "And the fewer people they kill, the less likely they are to be rooted out by a knight-errant." "Such as yourself?" Jormun asked, grinning. Elenda squinted a smile of her own. "Such as myself." "Come to that," said Garrow, "let's have a story!" There was a round of 'aye's before the man continued. "I heared the bards a-singin' of Dame Elenda and the Dragon o' th' Cliffs a couple years back. Always wondered how it went in the knight's boots." "Aye," Dyvon agreed, "that story is even told in Edria. How did it happen from your perspective?" Elenda had been embarrassed at first when her exploits garnered fame. She still did, but years of it had taught her to see it not as a burden but as a challenge--a romanticized image was difficult to live up to. And after all, what better life was there to live than one of noble deeds? The din of conversation seemed to fade as Elenda began her story. "It was just over three years ago; spring had just begun. I accepted an Errand to investigate a disappearance in the northeast. It had come to the attention of the palace overlords that a baron's daughter had vanished, with no explanation telling how or why 'twas done. The Errand of Harlan's Kin--" "--Popularized as the Song of Dame Elenda and the Dragon of the Cliffs--" Lady Linde put in, since few knew it by its Errand name. "--called for one knight only, for it was thought to be merely the work of ambitious bandits or of some rival baron. The journey was long: ten days' ride through tall mountains, to the Duchy of Rifthaven and, ultimately, unto Harlan's barony. The baron could think of none who held him in malice, and there was no witness of the disappearance. My journey might have been fruitless, but for a strange sight on the fifth day." Garrow muttered, "Bards and them exaggernations. From five days to 'that very day, 'pon sunlight's fall.'" Elenda nodded; the bards did tend to speed stories along. "We knew the baron's daughter was nowhere near the manor or anywhere else, but the lands are not perilous, and brigands do not come within sight of a baron's doorstep. It was when I began to look elsewhere for answers that I happened upon claw marks--as they say, 'in a wooded vale, painted as if with dragon's breath'--a clearing at sunset, though the trees were unhurt." "So 'earth and limb and stone, by fiendish fury marked' is somewhat in excess?" said Dyvon. "I fear naught but the thick grass and rich earth was marred. Though deep ones, true, 'twere flight marks only; that much a child could have puzzled out. But once that was seen, Surely, thought I, a dragon must be nesting here. So to the Cliffs I looked, and there I found out what had passed. The dragon had lived there in the cliffs for some years, high out of sight, but she--" "She?" said more than one together? Elenda nodded. "The baron's daughter was a virgin--" Elenda had to pause for the reactions, again born of legend "--with a mother's instinct. The dragon had been pregnant." After the ripple of confusion, Garrow spoke up. "Wait, weren't there no fight?" "Oh, there was a fight," Elenda agreed, "and believe you me, this time the bards don't know the half of it--though the fault is not entirely theirs. It might not have involved my standing on the crest of a pillar of stone with the dragon wheeling around me, but it was yet one of the hardest battles that ever I faced. After facing a creature so fierce, I doubt anything save a young male fire-breather should daunt either myself or my gryphon ever again." "What of the battle, then? What passed up on the cliffs?" "A flurry of wings, claws, roaring and flame, eyes red and limbs flailing, all on a narrow ledge with a wall on one side and a deathly fall on the other. If you can imagine, the fear of all that at once is hard to overcome. In the end, it was not a stalemate as is sung--I was gaining ground, thanks to my gryphon's disruptive flights--but just as I gained the upper hand, it was the baron's daughter who put a stop to the fight. After her cries gave the both of us pause, she hurriedly explained to each that the other was no threat. Though wary, I did as she asked and lowered my weapon, and before long the dragon collapsed wearily. The strain of the battle had cost her more than she could afford in her state, but she would live though it as things passed. I would have flown off then and there with the baron's daughter, or at least with news, but she entreated me to do no such thing. Knowledge of the dragon would mean danger for her young, when they arrived. I still puzzle about such things from time to time. At any rate, the next couple of months were most interesting. I helped figure out why the dragon had captured the daughter, and even helped while the dragon laid her eggs. The eggs came only a few days after our fight, and the two of us helped nestle all four of them carefully together. That was one part of it, we knew; the dragon had a way of communicating things by making you feel what she felt. The rest of the time--while I kept up a show of searching yet for the baron's daughter--was spent caring for the eggs during the early stages before the things developed a hard shell. The mother had mainly wanted us to sing to them, if you can believe that. To this day I know not why; I've never heard of any such thing before or since." "So it wasn't a truce you struck with the dragon, as they say?" said Dyvon. "No, and yes. Once the eggs had hardened, the dragon expressed to us her gratitude and appreciation. We made sure she would do no harm to the folk of Rifthaven, or anyone in Mandor, for that matter. Then the dragon let the baron's daughter come along with me. We had quite a story to tell, but some was played down, the main points emphasized and the rest brushed over, saying I found the young woman with the dragon, with whom I fought until a truce was struck, whereupon we flew back to Harlan's barony. Exactly what happened, as much of it was told. This is why I've never bothered to correct the bards' romantic weavings." "Amazing. That's a fair bit more 'n I bargained for. What a tale!" Garrow was most pleased despite his surprise. Then Linde said, "So the concept of a dragon's honor was preserved, while the danger to her young was minimized--at the same time giving the folk of Rifthaven some consolation if they ever happened upon a dragon's marks?" "That's it exactly," said Elenda, happy to hear someone lay it out so plainly. After a few more questions, the talk gradually drifted to other, less notable topics, as the food kept being served--albeit more slowly. All of a sudden Garrow said, "Half a moment." He looked over at Shane and Zuuta. "You two an't said much. Another knight and a blacksmith, why, I'll be bound there's a fair trove o' stories to tell?" That sparked another round of encouraging 'aye's as people, genuinely interested, also hoped to make them feel less put upon and more willing to share. ....good folk, good food, and stories all round.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 6:40 pm
 
Shane listened to Dame Elenda's story with relative interest, eating the whole while, naturally, until it came to the part about the dragon and her eggs. Shane sat up slightly and listened closer. Once Elenda finished her story, Shane nodded his approval. "'Tis a noble thing indeed." he agreed with the elven Lady. Soon, however, he found the riders' attention was turned to him. "I couldn't..." he said, waving down the crowds' instigating. After the big man said "Come on, blacksmith, surely you have an epic yarn to spin?", Shane grinned slightly, and took a sip of mead. "I suppose I could tell the story of how I tamed a wild gryphon without using neither hand nor whip." After a loud cheer from the crowd, Shane cleared his throat and motioned for silence. "Well, it starts like this..."
"I had since finished my artisan days at the old Edrian smithy, and started on my way to Mandor, in hopes of landing a job the Royal Smithy. Though, before that time, I traveled abroad for several years, honing my knowledge of blacksmithing in general, and learning the trade's techniques. I have had my share of scrapes, mind you. It wasn't just easy come, easy go between the cities. Some of the more alcoholic citizens disliked my learning of what they thought to be "their blacksmithing". But, I digress." Shane took another drink, and continued. "Almost as soon as I entered the steep mountains of Mandor, a crimson and ebony gryphon assaulted me. At first I was angry, but I saw that it had a glint in its eye. He was challenging me. For what, I still do not know to this day. But I accepted his challenge, and drew my sword. We clashed for a while, and the beast tore a great gash in my chest." Shane pulled down the front of his tunic, showing a scar across his chest, invoking a murmur of "ooh"s and "ahh"s from the listeners. Returning his tunic to its proper place, Shane paused to drink from his mead-glass.
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I'm not going to risk controlling the NPCs or other characters you used, Kalon. I'm not familiar with their personalities, and I don't want to put something dumb.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 10:35 am
Aubree smiled to herself atop Lena as the great beast took wing. Soaring always felt amazing to her, and this specific gryphon could hardly be matched in maneuverability. While not the fastest at take off, Lena nevertheless had incredibly speed once airborne using the delicate drafts of air around her to finesse their direction and speed, and they were making good time. Before long Aubree could see the crowd of errand riders far below and a few other gryphon riders up ahead. It seemed as though they weren't too far behind then. The ride was long, but entirely pleasant (though not terribly warm) up in the low clouds. Aubree enjoyed the feeling of freedom afforded by flight and was almost sad to see their journey come to an end, when several hours later and well after dark, she caught a glimpse of the town and inn where the riders had stopped.
Shifting her weight slightly, Aubree turned Lena toward the inn and sighted a nice level patch on the ground on which to alight. It looked as though most of the other riders had already bundled their horses and stryders into the stables. With her heels she tapped Lena's flank to let her know it was time, and could swear the gryphon grinned in response.
While most gryphons were large and powerful creatures, Lena's peregrine falcon nature came through in her light, precise movements, and most specifically the mind-numbingly fast dive. Aubree leaned forward so her body was flush with the feathered one and clung tightly, as Lena tucked her wings in and allowed her head to dip down. The result was a speedy and straight descent toward the open patch of ground near the stables. Aubree knew Lena well enough to trust her and she released the reigns she held so as not to interfere. She opened her eyes just as the gryphon bottomed out of the dive and gave her wings one great powerful flap to counter act the landing. Aubree slid off the beast and patted her head with a smile. Lena loved dives and it was easy to understand why, the pure rush of air and adrenaline made the inevitable background of fear worthwhile.
Aubree led the gryphon to the stables and found an empty stall for her, unsaddling her and rescuing her own pack and crossbow from their ties. Seeing that all was in order she then headed for the inn. As she pushed open the door and her eyes adjusted to the sudden light and warmth, she caught a strand of conversation floating across the room. The words "I could tell the story of how I tamed a wild gryphon without using neither hand nor whip." drifted toward her and caught her attention and she shifted her focus, searching for the voice. It emanated from a great bear of a man about her age nearby, and he seemed to have the rapt attention of several riders. Curiosity got the better of her, and she moved in his general direction, finding an empty seat on a crowded bench. His story continued as a barhand delivered some bread and water to her and she began to tuck in.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 7:19 am
Despite having Shane next to her, sitting to Elenda's left proved to be advantageous for Zuuta. She was neither next to Garrow or Linde, the former being too talkative for her liking, and the latter being as perceptive as a hawk. She as well had a good view of Jormun, whom was quite easy on the eyes, but you'd never hear her say that aloud. Although what she found to be best about this arrangement was that she would only knock elbows with Shane if she were to move her arm too widely while eating. If one were to pay close enough attention, one would find that Miss Leone is actually left-handed. It's not a disabling peculiarity, but it's uncommon and odd to watch nonetheless -- if you manage to notice it.
When the food was brought about, She asked one of the servers to bring Haber some meat scraps and bones, no poultry of either. She did not begin to eat the tantalizing morsels in front of her until the hound lying across her feet had been given his meal as well. While they ate, Zuuta barely paid any mind to the casual conversation around her. But when Garrow brought up and persuaded Elenda to tell about the Dragon of the Cliffs, she lifted her head so as to hear all of what she would say. Hearing Elenda's telling of the tale refreshed in Zuuta a curiosity towards the scaled goliaths that had originally led her to sign up for this errand in the first place. She couldn't help but hang on her every word like a fish on a hook. So enraptured by the story she was that she did not notice the last of her food turn cold and her features no longer held their off-putting roughness.
Once the topic of conversation turned to less interesting things, Zuuta promptly returned to gazing uncaringly at her plate and tuning them out. Her fork was halfway to her mouth when Garrow put Shane and her on the spot, bringing about a look on her face that could have been interpreted as either startlement or disbelief. Thankfully, before she could turn them down, any attentions that had been on her were moved to Shane. Though she almost choked from surprise when she heard what kind of tale he was going to tell them. How in the heavens did this blacksmith know all the ways to annoy her to no end? As he spun his story, she took up her drink and sipped at it very slowly. The strangest thing about this action was that instead of holding the drink in her right hand, she was holding it in her left. One couldn't say for sure if it was to keep down her rising urge to slap the man upside the head, or to keep her gauntlet free so she could have the option to tear at him with those metal claws instead.
Somewhere in the middle of his words, a younger woman joined the table, but Zuuta took no notice. She was trying to figure out what didn't sound right in his tale as he showed off some silly scar he had upon his chest -- which was nothing compared to the countless marks she bared on her covered arms and legs.
"Not to doubt you or anything," Zuuta began, her gruff voice cutting through the admiring murmurs of the others, "but your choice of words contradicted your meaning to my ears. You say that you 'used neither hand nor whip', yet you raised your sword against the Gryphon. Those seem like they are conflicting statements. Also, to take on a wild Gryphon like that means you're either ridiculously lucky, or ridiculously foolish."
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 4:14 pm
Shane grinned as Zuuta pointed out the conflict in his statements. "True. I did raise my sword against him. You are very perceptive, but you haven't heard the whole thing." he said, nodding in her direction. "And the gryphon seemed to want to fight me, somehow." Shane thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "Anyway, on with the story. The gryphon almost had me for dead, with my sword-arm disabled. I realized I'd been beaten, and to go on would be foolish. So instead of trying to fight with my less-adept left hand, I tossed my sword aside and knelt before the gryphon." Shane sipped his mead as some of the crowd gave him puzzled looks. "Ye knelt before th' beast?" said a particularly wiry man, to whom Shane nodded. "Aye, sir. I knelt before him. He had bested me in combat, and it was a customary gesture for my people." he shrugged. "You hear tales of how the Gryphons are royal creatures? Well, I guess my affinity for animals had a factor in my respect for him." Shane paused once more for effect and for any comments they wanted to make.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 5:49 am
Aubree had listened in silence to the tale, nodding to herself at various points but not saying a word. To most of those unfamiliar with gryphons the tale was likely to be extraordinary, but to her it made sense. Gryphons were a noble race of creatures and had an uncanny ability to pick up on human emotions (at least she thought so based on the behavior that she'd observed). She could expect what would come next. Nonetheless, it seemed unlikely that merely an act of humility would cause a wild one to calm and become tame. She was mildly skeptical, but could appreciate the story for what it was, a good yarn well told. She fidgeted in her seat waiting for what she assumed would be the conclusion of the story.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 6:56 am
Shane shook his head slightly, as though to clear the mead from his system, and continued his story. "Well, in all my years, I've never seen a beast back down in the middle of a fight. Again, I still don't know what for, but I take it as it is." Shane shrugged and sipped again. "The gryphon walked over to where I was kneeling, and, would you believe it, bowed for about a second. Then he took off and flew away. I was amazed, but I had continued to the village I was heading to and finished my delivery of hatchets and garden implements that they had ordered. As I hitched my pack onto my shoulder and looked to the sky, I saw the silhouette of a circling gryphon against the sun. Once I had left the village, he angled down and landed right in front of me. I tensed, anticipating another battle, but again the beast surprised me. He lowered his head, and we've been the best of friends ever since." Shane finished, with a roar of applause from the crowd. Shane bowed in his seat, and took a great draft from the last of his mead.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 6:27 pm
Dame Elenda of Mandor....multi-talented smith, bravo!Elenda had been engrossed in Shane's smooth telling of his story. When a dozen or so people applauded at the end of it, Elenda looked around to see they had all been listening, too. So much for getting the less personable to open up, she thought. And yet it was gratifying to see so many appreciate a good tale. It was just the sort of thing Mandorians liked--a proper story with a proper ending. That it was true (likely as not) only made it the more enjoyable. Shane lifted his mead-glass to the appreciative little crowd, and the applause went on for a few moments. Before it died out and people went back to their own conversations, Elenda too clapped her hands, her cheeks lifting in a smile. "Well told, good smith." The eating went on for a while, until Elenda noticed someone on a bench behind her hadn't gone back to her table or had anything to eat. She was just sitting there. The dame knight turned around to her left. "There's room at this table," she said, beckoning. "Come, join us." ....newcomer rider, welcome.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 4:43 am
Aubree had been equally engrossed in the smith's story and was fairly surprised when someone made eye contact and spoke to her. It was even more surprising when she realized who it was. The regal nature that surrounded the slightly older woman instantly identified her as someone in charge and that could only mean one person: Dame Elenda of Mandor. Aubree raised her hand to her forelock in respect and smiled somewhat nervously.
"I apologize for my somewhat belated entrance but I am glad nonetheless to have been able to hear such a story." she said in way of apology. She moved toward the table and took the empty seat. "Thank you for sharing your table with me," she added glancing around to the others seated with them and nodding. Unsure of how to behave she then fell silent, not in an entirely awkward way, but comfortably glad to let others initiate conversation. With a group this large, she wasn't sure how introductions were normally conducted or if they should be at all.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 12:16 pm
Shane Kelreth Wolfken
Shane stepped back from the table, his meal finished, and walked over to the newcomer. "Well, it was a fun story to tell." he said with a shrug and a smile. "I'm Shane, by the way." he said, holding out his hand to shake. "I saw you arrive, through the window of course, on that magnificent gryphon." he said. "Do you train them?" Shane tilted his head slightly. Sometimes Shane seemed more like a dog than a man, with some of his more primal emotions coming to the forefront, such as hunger and sleep.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:28 pm
Aubree smiled at the smith and offered her hand in return. "Pleased to meet you Shane, the name's Aubree Ayberk, though just 'Aubree' is fine." she added. His mannerisms reminded her a little of some of the dogs she'd met and made her inclined to trust him. "Aye, I do train gryphons, using the more traditional methods unlike yourself, although respect does go a long way." she said glad to meet a fellow appreciator of the species.
"I worked as an apprentice in the Aviary for three years and have been working there another four years since my apprenticeship ended. I'm a good trainer, but a better rider and gryphon-medic." she explained.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 7:07 pm
Zuuta had not joined in with the applause at the end of Shane's tale. From personal experience, she could not take his words for truth. Yes, Gryphons were known to be quite noble and respecting, but wild or untamed individuals are more than willing to lower their standards and strike out if threatened. That fool smith could've gotten himself killed, or worse, seriously injured. No thought was worse to her than the idea of being so battered and broken to the point where she could no longer work.
A younger woman joined the table and introduced herself as Aubree. Zuuta didn't seem to care at first, but her curiosity was piqued when she mentioned working at the Aviary, and she looked up from her plate for a rare moment.
"Pardon me, Miss- uh, Aubree was it?" Zuuta began. "Are any of the Gryphons there from the Leone Ranch? I had heard word that Rylla, Akpe, and Lagenar were being housed there, and I haven't had a spare moment to go visit them. My Pops likes to hear about past steeds he's trained, makes him feel really good about his work."
Some of the others at the table might have given Zuuta strange looks at this moment. Not only was she finally engaging in a true conversation, her words didn't seem as hostile or untrusting as when she had previously spoken up. She wasn't uncaring or mean or anything; if given care of a young kitten she could be downright loving and motherly. It was just that ninety times out of a hundred, she cared more for the well-being of the smallest creature in the world than any human or elf.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 6:29 am
Aubree looked up as a rather eccentric looking woman about her own age. She glanced down at the floor and noticed an enormous wolfhound at her feet. The beast was large but Aubree could easily recognize the dopey doggie smile of total joy and contentedness that played across his face. She was feeling more and more comfortable around the table and began to relax a bit.
"Your da was a trainer then?" she asked, interested. "Aye, Lagenar, Akpe, and Rylla should all still be there, though Lagenar is no longer being ridden, he's fathering the next generation and relaxing in peace." she said cracking a bit of a smile at the thought of the older gryphon who while once a mighty warrior had now started to remind her a bit of a middle aged librarian, glad to be home in his comfort and style.
Her eyes widened slightly as her brain caught up with her mouth, she had been lost in her thoughts on the gryphons. "You're a Leone?" she asked finally making the connection. "In that case, miss, I'm quite pleased to meet you, your family being of some status and renown within the profession! Every Leone gryphon I've had the pleasure to deal with has been a good companion and eager warrior, though we've not had a new one in a few years." she added. "I'm sure Brian would always welcome you or your da in the Aviary should you like to come visit some of them!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 12:11 am
Zuuta seemed a bit surprised. "Really? Lagenar's a sire now? I didn't think it'd been so long since I had seen him last!" She exclaimed. "Altough the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Lag had a wonderful temperment, a strong will, and his coloration wasn't half bad either. Any Gryphlets of his are sure to grow into fantastic steeds." And she meant every word she said. That Gryphon with the mousey-brown plumage had taken to her father's training like a fish to water. He was quick at gaining altitude when flying, for he possessed an extra foot of wingspan than most. Although he had a few troubles navigating through narrow canyons and cliffs because of it. Overall though, you would be hard-pressed to find a finer specimen for the species than he.
When the young woman asked about being a Leone, Zuuta responded with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm a Leone. The name's Zuuta." She glanced down at Haber for a moment, who had rested his head between his paws for a snooze. While Wolfhounds from Ire weren't as rare as Shane believed them to be, they were still quite uncommon in Mandor. Leone Ranch was one of the few that actively bred and raised these dogs, making Haber quite the give away for her heritage.
"Wait, Baldrick? I remember meetin' him! A bit uptight if I recall correctly, but I guess he wasn't so bad." She commented. "Anyway, pops'll be glad to hear such praise of his prized pupils, and I'm sure he'd love nothing more than to come for a visit with them. And as his daughter, I'm sure he'd be delighted if a representative from the Aviary were to come and take a look at some of the young ones he's been working with. Maybe get Bladrick to let you swing by after this Errand is over with, eh?"
((OoC: Color Change!))
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:24 am
"Pleased to meet you Zuuta." Aubree intoned with a tip of the head. "I would be honored to visit the Leone Ranch and more than a little excited to see some of your da's charges!" She added with a smile. She nodded to the large and now sleeping hound on the floor. "I should have expected..." she said mostly to herself. "Well then, you must be following in the family tradition, yeah?" she asked.
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