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 Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 9:24 am
n**’s squeak made her start and for a moment Kiipa feared that she had somehow hurt the flit. It didn’t squawk or try and leave, however, so she could only assume that the sound hadn’t been directed at her. Glancing between the firelizard and his master, the girl frowned a little as she tried to pick up on some kind of unspoken communication. Whatever was the matter, it seemed to pass quickly enough, and the candidate quickly put it out of her mind. No use wasting brain matter on something she couldn’t hear anyways.
Kiipa fixed Optheli with a wholly perplexed look at her question, almost as though the other girl was trying to convince her that the sky was purple. What would make her think that just because they had scars they’d be considered Holdless? Maybe being a Trader had addled her brains. She was starting to think funny. Unfortunately, the candidate’s dreams of seeing peg-legged, one-eyed Holdless were dashed when Optheli said that they didn’t actually have either of those injuries. Way to crush a girl’s dreams. “Holdless are people who get kicked out for doing mean things. I don’t think you’re mean, and you didn’t get kicked out of a Hold, so you’re not Holdless. Everyone knows Traders aren’t Holdless, they’re Traders. If they were both the same thing they’d have the same name.” She nodded to herself as if that ended it.
Turning her attention instead to Tor, she made her best sadfaise when the Harper said he’d never encountered a wher. “Never ever touched one? That’s a bummer. I’d like to meet one and touch it. I hear their hide is totally different from dragons, and flits I suppose.” She grinned as she went back to stroking n**. “I guess you’d have to be friends with the handler to get real close though.” That was a bummer. She didn’t know a wher handler buuut Optheli seemed to. Best get on the girl’s good side now.
“You’re awfully lucky you know,” Kiipa said in her best matter-of-fact voice. “Going on adventures, meeting new people, riding whers. Is there anything exciting left for you to do?”
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 4:14 am
"You have to be careful even then," Tor said, cleaning his throat and giving himself a mental shake, "some of them can be really vicious apparently... I would like to meet a friendly one though... Still, I should be going. Things to do see and... umm... Oh, n**, Squeak, All done; stay here if you like." Time to get away before he embarrassed himself in front of these children. "Well, enjoy the rest of your day then," the Harper went on, "and if the flitts become a bother just shoo them away; goodbye!"
Rather an abrupt departure he knew, but there wasn't much he could do about that. Just about the only thing he could face doing just now was going to his quarters and curling up with a hot drink and his ever-loyal brown flitt to stroke. Shivering to himself, the Harper hastened away along the beach. Thread score it all, why did he have to be such a wimp?
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