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 Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:00 am
A'bri and Brown Varth's weyr and A'bri's notebook
Link to approved character profile: Here
Link to Alambri's Notebook in Non-Rider Journals: Here
Directory:
[xx] Directory, Approved Character Link
[02] A'bri's Profile
[03] Brown Varth
[04] Relationships
[05] RP list
[06] Flits
[07] Reserved
[08] Reserved
Journal Entries/Single Person RP Posts
[09] Notes #1 (Anvils)
[10] Notes #2 (Hinges, Music Box)
[11] Notes #3 (Searched!)
[12]
[13]
[14] [SOL] Fancy Hatches
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:01 am
Alambri's Profile:
Name: Alambri
Age: Seventeen
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight, but very flexible
Craft: Apprentice Smith
Rank: Jr. Weyrling
Dragon: Brown Varth
Physical Description: Whippet thin with a shock of unruly cinnamon-brown hair, Alambri has a wide smile and a smattering of freckles across his nose. He is middling-tall, with long limbs that seem gawky because of his wiry build. Wide, strong hands are spattered with old scars from his time learning his father's trade in front of a forge, and it's clear his nose has been broken at least once. His eyes are a muddy shade of green, or maybe a pond-scum shade of brown; it's hard to say, but it doesn't often matter- most likely, they'll be crinkled with laughter and all but hidden behind thick lashes. His face is thin and angular, matching the rest of his narrow, pointy form, and his ears are a hair too large for his head. Not classically attractive, there is nonetheless a visible friendliness that tends to draw people in and encourage them to look past his ungainly appearance.
Personality: Alambri loves to laugh. He considers any hour that goes by without some sort of laughter a wasted one- he even smiles when he's asleep. His sense of humor isn't cruel, however, and he'll raise a right fuss if he thinks someone's being ill-treated. He blames his intense, over-friendly nature on coming from a family of smiths- “Anyone spending that much time near a forge can't help but be warm!” It is a particular passion of his to find individuals who are far more serious than he is, and pester them relentlessly- he rarely gives in until either they bend, and laugh, or they break, and hit him. He tends to take the latter response as 'fair enough', grinning and shaking it off, but anyone who makes the effort to truly anger him will find that beneath his relentless good cheer, he holds a wicked grudge. Once he's in a temper, he can be rash, prone to low blows and wicked pranks. Rather tender-hearted at the best of times, Alambri has a weakness for small children, and is always quick to provide a treat or play a game- even if it is far beneath his dignity. As such, they tend to flock to him, a fact which bothers him not at all.
Alambri is very social, because it's easiest for him to be cheerful around others- left to his own devices for too long, and he'll start to wax maudlin and become morose. Alambri's carefree attitude is occasionally problematic- if he personally doesn't see the point in something he's asked to do, he'll sometimes shrug it off as unimportant. That casual attitude toward responsibilities has gotten him into trouble- he's capable of buckling down and behaving, but he needs a certain amount of encouragement to make it happen and if he doesn't get it, he comes across as irresponsible or lazy. Once he's on task, however, he'll stick with it until it's done, or until he's done everything he can to get it there.
When it comes to his preferences, well, he considers himself straight, but there's very little evidence to prove one way or another. He likes girls well enough, very much enjoying a comely female figure and he will pose and posture and flirt relentlessly when one catches his eye. However, he's just as willing to flirt with other men, and has serious difficulty keeping his hands to himself no matter who he's talking to. He doesn't take such things very seriously, and it's likely that he'd be comfortable no matter what role or relationship he ended up in.
History: Bright and cheerful from a very young age (or, as his mother- with a sigh- always put it, “Born with a giggle and a grin, and never getting more serious,”) Alambri was always underfoot. He was inquisitive and intelligent, though he never showed much inclination to create or craft- he preferred taking things apart to see how they worked over putting them together. He was always excited when Traders or Harpers came through, spending as much time as he was permitted asking them questions. When he was ten, he started writing limericks, deciding that he wanted to be a Harper- his father rather firmly informed him that he would be doing no such thing. An unnecessary act, as with most of Alambri's passions, it only lasted a few weeks.
Alambri was supposed to have been a smith. His father was a smith, his mother was a smith, his grandparents were smiths, his siblings were smiths... Clearly it was destiny. When he was judged to be big enough to work in the smithy (rather than old enough- as the smallest in his family, he started late), his father started teaching him his trade. That was the precise point where Alambri's relationship with his father broke down- while he was by no means incapable, he was certainly not interested, and he had an unfortunate tendency to stand in exactly the wrong place when scale started flying. His father thought his lack of interest a problem to be cured with increased discipline and extra chores- Alambri found that distinctly unfair and did all he could to duck the additional work. It didn't help that Alambri didn't really hit his growth until he was nearly fifteen- he was a small, weedy child, and when he did grow, he sprang up seemingly overnight into a scrawny, gawky figure that seemed highly unsuitable for the job of pounding metal.
It was, quite honestly, a relief to him when Alambri was Searched at sixteen- his parents sent him off with well wishes and an only barely noticeable attitude of 'good riddance'. Alambri adjusted to life in the Weyr with startling alacrity, finding the work reasonable (better, at least, than slaving away in front of a forge) and the company a wonderful change- being the youngest of his male siblings, it was exciting to be around lads of his own age.
Pets: When he was younger, Alambri had a tendency to collect strays. Now that he's a Candidate, he'd love to acquire a flitt.
Other/Talents: Alambri has an eye for figuring out how things fit together, and has a strong memory for plans and layouts. His gawky build hides solid strength, and he picked up more skill in the forge than he ever let his father see.
Will this character be a candidate? Yes.
Picture: Nope, not as yet.
A'bri Impressed Varth during the Hatching of the Horse clutch. He has also managed to acquire a flitt egg- just in time to be dealing with a baby dragon and a baby flitt. It's a good thing he's high-energy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:02 am
Brown Varth Baby Varth... Uncerted BabyVarth distinguished himself at his hatching by being the first to hatch. He also mauled several Candidates before he found Alambri. Varth speaks in Sienna.
All the Weyrs of Pern The Akhal Teke The Akhal-Teke, 'Ahalteke' in the Turkmen language, (pronounced [ahalˈtеkje]) is a breed of horse from Turkmenistan, where they are a national emblem.[1] They are noted for their speed and for endurance on long marches. These "golden-horses" are adapted to severe climatic conditions and are thought to be one of the oldest surviving horse breeds. There are currently about 3,500 Akhal-Tekes in the world, mostly in Turkmenistan and Russia, although they are also found throughout Europe, Australia and North America. Russians fell in love with this breed and established a state stud farm. Many Akhal-Tekes were bred at the Tersk Stud in the northern Caucasus Mountains, and later moved with the head breeder Vladimir Petrovich Shamborant to the Dagestan Studfarm. [2] Most important breeders are Stuvropol Stud, Shael Stud, Chagorta, farms in Daghestan. Hofvarpnir In Norse mythology, Gná is a goddess who runs errands in other worlds for the goddess Frigg and rides the flying, sea-trodding horse Hófvarpnir (Old Norse "he who throws his hoofs about",[1] "hoof-thrower"[2] or "hoof kicker"[3]). Gná and Hófvarpnir are attested in the Prose Edda, written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson. Scholarly theories have been proposed about Gná as a "goddess of fullness" and as potentially cognate to Fama from Roman mythology. Hófvarpnir and the eight-legged steed Sleipnir have been cited examples of transcendent horses in Norse mythology. Brown Varth Brown Varth gives everything he’s got every single time. An incredibly strong-willed brown, his large size and agile build do nothing but fuel the belief that he is every bit as good as those bronzes, and it is his life’s mission to prove it. Mission might be putting it lightly. It’s his obsession and he will not stop for anything to make his point. Ambitious, Varth will often go to any extreme to get what he wants, especially if he feels he deserves it the most. The only thing that’s important to Varth as his reputation is his rider. His rider is the only one he will take advice from; he doesn’t seem to realize one is the loneliest number. Determined that bronzes and other browns are trying to keep him down, he tries to show them all up. Blues and greens don’t get his attention either, they’re just a waste of his valuable time. Time is something Varth feels he cannot afford to waste, being a brown means he’s got to work harder to fly a Queen, but by Farnath, he’s determined to do it. If there were ever a brown on Pern to fly a Queen, Varth is your man. Larger than the average brown, Varth is built much sleeker. He’s quick and agile, not the workhorse the other browns are. He still has enough stamina to make it through the average Threadfall, but he needs to be careful not to overdo it. That’s something his rider needs to keep an eye on; left to his own devices, Varth will push himself too far. He only wants the best for himself and his rider, but he doesn’t grasp the concept of limits, not in the least. It’s something he needs to be taught, as well as respect for those who rank above him. He’s an intelligent dragon, his plans to get himself to the top should be proof of that. Varth is not a vicious dragon, he’s just very confident and very forward. He’s more than happy to argue his point and show off in silly competitions, but physical violence is never something he’d resort to. Why Me? Varth was drawn to Alambri for his passion, but also for his sensible nature. Alambri needs to restrain this brown so he doesn't work himself into the ground, so his strong will is needed here. In turn, Varth will teach Alambri how to get what he wants; his aggressive nature makes it so that 'no' just simply isn't an answer. Image!: Varth
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:05 am
Relationships:
A'bri:
Journeyman Harper Vera: Nice girl, pretty eyes, good with delicate tools. Possessor of 'attack-flitt' Bell. Unsurprisingly, thus far Alambri likes her. He finds it funny that her mentor has apparently trained her flitt to chase away young men who try to have conversations with her, but he's willing to put up with a bit of pecking in the name of a friendly chat. She seems willing enough to listen to him chatter, so all is good in his book.
Gave Alambri his flitt egg, for which he could not be more grateful.
Overall impression so far: Extremely Positive/Firm Friend
Koios: Fellow candidate. Made the number one Alambri-handling mistake- fed Alambri. As far as Alambri is concerned, that makes Koios his new best friend.
Overall impression so far: Positive/Friendly
A'nt: Rider of Brown Matsukazeth who Impressed in the same Hatching as A'bri. Had a quick chat on the way to the feast, with likely more to come.
Overall impression so far: Positive/Friendly
Nandeli: Lovely rider of Gold Reneneth. A friendly, confident young woman. A'bri met her at the Hatching feast, and finds her extremely likable.
Overall impression so far: Very Positive/Friendly
Varth:
Gold Arioth: Varth and Arioth hatched in nearly the same moment, and it was clear from the start that there was animosity between them. Their time rampaging on the Sands ended in a tense standoff, with Arioth forcing Varth's submission- something he has not forgotten, and is unlikely to forgive. He's unusually attentive to where Arioth is and what she is doing at any given time- all the better to eventually show her up, really. He takes it as a personal offense if anything other than himself is upsetting her.
His feelings: Favorite Rival
Gold Reneneth: Varth was entirely startled to realize that not all Golds were like Arioth. He will likely make an effort to remember Reneneth, as she was both polite and complimentary.
His feelings: Wary Respectfulness
Brown Mitsukazeth: A clutchmate. Varth has spoken with him, and is aware that A'bri thinks that Mitsukazeth's is a friend, so he will be polite.
His feelings: Neutral
Blue Redhath: A clutchmate. Varth is wary of him because he noticed him getting close to Arioth.
His feelings: Wary
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:07 am
Roleplays: Rider[ X] Stir the Pot (Lesson 3/Horses): F'sey, Horse Clutch. Self defense lessons? What? This'll be interesting... [ X] Blue Eyes, Yea Tall, Have You Seen Him?: Dolmin, A'bri & Varth. A'bri attempts to find Dolmin after the Hatching, to help his worried mother. [ X] Weyrling Lesson One (Horses): F'sey, H'dra, Horse Clutch. Their first lesson! A'bri manages to not cause trouble, much to his own surprise. [ X] Post-Hatching Feast: Most Everyone. After the Horse clutch hatches. A'bri attempts to celebrate his new bond, and bring some cheer to the somber crowd. Roleplays: Candidate[ X] Three of a Kind: Vera, Bell, and Alambri. Vera attempts to work on a flute, Bell attempts to distract from working on said flute, Alambri attempts to distract Bell, and Bell attempts to convince Alambri to go away. In the process, there is some conversation. [ X] Hello There, Friendly Opportunity: Koios and Alambri. Alambri and Koios run into each other in the hall. Koios feeds Alambri and thus earns Alambri's eternal friendship. [ X] The Hatching: Horse Clutch: Most Everyone. Alambri Impresses! To the first dragon out of the eggs, no less- an 'energetic' Brown nearly the size of a Bronze, responsible for several maulings. Clearly A'bri will have some apologies to make on behalf of his handsome Varth. (Pg 10/11 for Impression)
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:09 am
Flits  Egg was a gift from the delightful Miss Cherie. Fancy, true to her name, is a delicate little thing. She is the Southern Belle of firelizards, complete with occasional swooning. For a young green, she's extremely mothery, having no qualms about taking care of older or bigger flits. She's very smart, and has figured out how to untie the pouch A'bri keeps his treats in- and doesn't hesitate to do so, and hand out treats as she sees fit. Were she able to talk, she'd greet everyone she met with a "honey" or a "darlin'," and don't you doubt it.  Charmer! (Not yet I/C) Charmer is a sweet, affectionate, highly energetic Blue. He is of the very firm (and very incorrect) opinion that Fancy is his mother. Fancy encourages this, of course, absolutely delighted to have a baby of her very own to take care of. Charmer likes to poke his nose in and see what everyone is doing- even when doing so is likely to cause chaos.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:12 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:15 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:16 am
Selecting A Good Anvil-
-Test ring, good anvil should ring like bell
-Good anvil rings brightly (can things ring darkly?)
-Large anvil=deeper ring (really. color me stunned)
-If anvil shatters, get different anvil
-Anvils are boring, seriously seriously seriously
Dunno why I'm bothering to write this down, it's not like I'll ever use it anyway. The odds of me ever buying an anvil aren't good enough for even a wherry-brained dimglow to bet on. Have I mentioned that anvils are boring?
I broke another hammer today. Haven't seen Father so angry since I told him I wanted to be a Harper. Apparently he doesn't understand how anyone can be so much of a deadglow as to break a hammer.
It's easier than you'd think.
Things to remember:
-Just 'cause it's black doesn't mean it's not still hot
-Offering Shavendi water from the quenching bucket is funny, but not worth the punishment
-Anvils are boring
-Really, really, really boring
-Seriously, who cares about a hunk of metal that doesn't ever move?
-Heating the bars to sunset orange instead of angry red makes it easier to twist 'em. Make for better circles that way.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:18 am
I can't help but wonder exactly how many hinges one place needs. I mean, really. You'd think maybe a dozen, maybe two?
Nine. Dozen. Hinges.
stupid sharding little pieces, all need to fit together right.
I just found Darref's notebook... He has ten whole pages of poetry. Bad poetry. About Riyuse. Father would be so annoyed if he knew. Darref will be doing my chores for a week at least to keep me from saying anything.
I'm supposed to be working, but it's sharding hot and if I ever see another hinge in my life I think I'll explode. So this is more fun. There's supposed to be Traders coming through tomorrow, so maybe I'll be able to get some more scrap. Still don't see why Mother and Father both raise such a fuss about it- at least it gets me working, and I don't think the baubles are useless. That Trader girl liked 'em fine, anyway, and what else do they want them to do? They impress pretty girls and earn me enough marks to get more scrap and the occasional treat for Elreyn. She doesn't look a thing like Riyuse, but she's sweet as can be. Good company. She snuck over to watch me clean yesterday- why, I don't know, cleaning the fardling forge is boring- but she sat the whole while and talked and talked and talked... For eleven turns, she sure knows a lot of words. More than I do. I hope her folks send her off to one of the Holds, she could be something.
...Wish my folks would send me off to one of the Holds. Maybe I could be something too.
Traders came through today! Got some scrap, have an idea for a gift for Elreyn. One of them had this sharding tiny little box that made music. Went out and played cards with them after dark, managed to win it from him. Took it apart, of course, to see how it worked- it's got a little handle, and little metal tines, and when you turn the handle, raised dots on the bar inside run past the tines and chime.
Going to try and make one for her for her naming day.
Got the tines to make the sounds I want. Made the little frame. So far, so good.
Sharding stupid worthless fardling hunk of metal GARBAGE!
Yesterday's work could have gone better.
Started over. Again. Think I have it right this time. Don't have too long before El's naming day, but I'm going to make it work. She's going to have her sharding gift, and it is going to play that sharding stupid song she likes, and it is sharding well going to make her smile, or so help me I will flatten this sharding stupid project until it can be used for-
for something thin. Very thin. Just can't think of what right now.
HA I'M NOT COMPLETELY USELESS IT WORKS AND ITS DONE!
El was thrilled. Which is good, because she left yesterday for a Hold. She cried, poor thing.
...I'm going to miss her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:19 am
I am a lucky b*****d! Darref is too sick to go with our father to the market tomorrow for the festival, so I get to go instead. I get to go to the festival! This is going to be awesome. I'm going to pick up some more scrap, and see if I can't find some bits of ribbon or something to send to Elreyn, and I'm going to have all the treats I can find and maybe even sneak some cider. Riyuse is going to be there, too, Darref is going to be so annoyed. He planned to meet her and share a meal. Maybe I'll go meet her instead, see if I can't get her to give me something to hold over him. I doubt it, she's so... simpery, I can't imagine she'd actually do something like that, but it'll be fun to try anyway. Festival festival festival!
DRAGONSDRAGONSDRAGONSDRAGONSDRAGONS!
There are dragons here! Two of them! One of them is a Brown, and one of them is a Green, and they are beautiful, I've never seen a dragon up close before and they're amazing! And HUGE! Like, unbelievably huge. The Brown is just- I can't describe it. Even the Green- she looks like fresh growing grass- she's immense. I'm gonna see if I can get closer.
I. Was. Searched.
Packing everything up now. Not much to take.
I. Was. Searched.
I'm still getting used to this. I... am going to a Weyr. I am going to Stand. I'm gonna be a dragonrider! Me. I just can't wrap my head around it.
I. Was. Searched!
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:22 am
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[Insert Weyr chatter post here]
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:29 am
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[Insert Hatching/Impression solo post here]
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 2:30 am
Lying on his new hammock in the Weyrling barracks with Varth's head on his knee (an act which required a bit in the way of careful balancing), A'bri mulled over the day. He was tired, but not quite tired enough to sleep yet- it was still early, most everyone was still at dinner. Varth was feeling lazily content for the moment, after his final meal of the day and a session of 'exercise' consisting mostly of stretching. A'bri had put his foot down on that- Varth was all of two days out of the egg, he didn't need to be trying to develop flight muscles yet. Varth had grumbled, but reluctantly accepted the much more gentle stretching A'bri had suggested.
A'bri had just decided that maybe it was time to turn in, after all- they did have lessons early again the next morning- when the soft sound of scratching reached his ears. Varth swiveled his head, his half-closed eyes fixing on the little bucket of sand A'bri had perched carefully on a shelf near at hand. A'bri glanced over as well, just in time to see the small beige-and-brown egg rock inside. Sitting bolt upright, forgetting that he was in a hammock and not on a bed, he tumbled himself onto the floor.
:That was not very graceful, Mine,: Varth chided, snorting his disapproval as he carefully backed away from his ungainly rider. razz eople will not show you the proper respect if you flop about on the floor like that. We should be the best, people should not be laughing because you fall down.:
Picking himself back up and taking a moment to dust off, A'bri made a face at the big Brown. "Oh, relax. A little bit of being laughed at is hardly a problem. It was funny, after all, and anyway, no one else saw." That, however, was much less important than the tiny egg that was still rocking and shifting in the warm sand. He reached over and picked up the bucket, cradling it in his hands and staring. Curious, Varth stood up on his hind legs, resting his front legs on A'bri's side, and peered into the bucket as well.
:It is moving,: he observed, leaning in until his nose was practically touching the sand. :Is it going to be like the little screaming one?: His eyes whirled, the slightest trace of reddish yellow touching the edges at the idea that His might acquire a screaming, posturing nuisance. His distaste for the firelizards he'd run into so far was abundantly clear, though he'd managed to be fairly tolerant of Bell while A'bri was helping Vera. Fairly.
"Well, it's going to be little," A'bri replied cautiously. "I have no idea if it's going to scream." He rather hoped not- Varth, after all, had been plenty noisy at his own Hatching. A'bri was hoping for some quiet. Of course, given what he'd seen, quiet and flitts didn't preciscely go hand in hand.
The egg shifted again, and A'bri gave an encouraging murmur. Varth snorted again and dropped back down to the floor, not nearly as enthralled by the egg as A'bri was. A'bri followed suit, his long legs folding beneath him as he settled onto the floor. He set the bucket down in front of himself and reached for the bag of "goodies" he kept on his belt, making sure he would have a treat handy when the baby emerged. The same, or nearly so, electric anticipation gripped him as when he was on the Sands- there was a baby in there, and it was his baby. Varth gave an irritated grumble, pointedly reminding A'bri that he was His.
“Yes, of course I am. I'm yours, and you're mine, and nothing is going to change that. Especially not a flitt. But it's still exciting,” A'bri replied, reaching over to scratch Varth's eyeridges. “I mean, look at it! There's a baby in there, you can't tell me that's not a little interesting.” Varth grumbled again, but A'bri could tell that even though he was trying not to show it, he was watching the egg with interest.
A crack appeared in the shell, then another, and a small, triangular flake popped free. A dark muzzle appeared at the gap, and the movement stopped for a moment while the baby rested.
“Hey, little one,” A'bri crooned, grinning with delight when the little nose twitched in response. “Awww. Come on, come on out. Come say hello.” The nose twitched again, then vanished, replaced by a little claw tugging at the edge of the shell. There was more scratching, and the egg rocked back and forth more violently. Little chips fell away from the hole, the gap growing wider. A crack made lightning-like lines in the smooth tan surface. Then, finally, the egg split, and a tiny, wet little Green flopped out onto the sand.
A'bri reached down, gently repositioning her so that her wings weren't under her feet, and Varth leaned in, nudging it with his nose. He was curious- his siblings hadn't been quite so... small. :Is it supposed to be like that?:
“I think so,” A'bri answered, carefully wiping away bits of membrane. “Look at her, Varth, isn't she fancy?” She looked fancy to him, delicate little spots along her back, and cute little dark gloves on her hands, little dark stockings on her feet. Her muzzle was dark, too, making it look like she'd gotten curious about an inkwell, or something.
:She is small,: Varth replied, still seeming quite concerned about that. Such a tiny creature couldn't possibly be useful, could it?
The little Green raised her head, fixing them both with a red-eyed stare, and cheeped pitifully. A'bri took a little scrap of meat out, and shredded it a bit, holding one of the hopefully-bite-sized pieces out to her. She examined it, then very daintily took it from his fingers, swallowing it quickly. She cheeped again, her little wings fluttering slightly, and A'bri gave her another. This time she butted her head against his fingertip before he drew his hand back, and he beamed at her.
“Hey, little fancy one, want some more?” he asked, and he felt a little wave of hunger, a little wave of want in return. Practically giddy, he gave her a little more, slowly feeding her until she turned her nose up at his last offering and he felt a wave of comfortable fullness. Her eyes had shifted to a tranquil blue, and she took a few shaky steps forward. When she reached the edge of the bucket, she stood up on her haunches and fluttered her wings again, cheeping.
A'bri rested his hand at the edge of the bucket, and she flopped over the side, landing sprawled on his palm. She cheeped again, and curled up, resting her nose on her tail and closing her eyes. In a moment, she was sleeping.
Glancing about, A'bri grabbed one of his discarded shirts, setting it on the shelf the bucket had been earlier, tucking it up as best he could one-handed. He'd need to come up with something better, but it'd have to wait until tomorrow. He slid the fancy little Green- he'd need a name for her, wouldn't he?- onto the shirt and tucked a sleeve over her, covering her up so she'd stay warm. She half-opened one eye, turned around a bit, and went right back to sleep.
:You are still Mine,: Varth grumbled, though there wasn't much real concern there. He was clearly better than the little flitt. She wasn't useful at all, and she didn't seem different from any of the other flitts he'd seen, except that it was green and didn't shriek. Varth settled into his place, closing his eyes as well.
A'bri chuckled, reaching down to caress Varth's head. “Still definitely yours,” he replied, settling back onto his hammock. He'd have two hungry mouths to feed in the morning- wouldn't that be something. He'd have to find Vera tomorrow, introduce her to the baby. Looking entirely pleased, he let his eyes drift shut, thinking about names for his new flitt.
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