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Pich had not realized that his pet would not be allowed to accompany him, and was disappointed that they would have to part for the event. He had been looking forward to offering P'theh interesting new foods in an effort to put some meat on the poor thing's bones.

Seeing a special area set aside just for minipets, Pich almost wished he could stay here with P'theh instead, but his date was waiting and it would be unforgivably rude to abandon her. With a sigh and a last glance, he left his dear pet in the care of the odd little gnome.



P'theh took a look around, ignoring the odd little critters already in the pen for the moment in favor of the odd shiny things scattered about. Finding one that he liked in shades of brown and gold, he managed to get it hooked over one ear so that it covered only one side of his face at a rakish angle. Quite pleased with himself, he turned to the other pets to see what sort of creatures they might be.



[sn: sadisidhe]

Neither Julian, nor Rosc had brought their minipets down with them. They didn't think they needed to. Julian's minis were generally all so well-behaved and, well frankly to Rosc's knowledge only the dustbunnies were out of his closet. And while those bunnies got into some of his things, they had no idea how to get out of his dorm.
Julian hadn't counted on Hel getting bored.
And Rosc hadn't counted on Crackle deciding she wanted to go back into the closet and Ripley coming out instead.

Hel sauntered in, settled herself down, and smoothed her gaze from one minipet to the next as if she owned the place and they were all her subjects. No, it wasn't a good thing Julian pampered his minis. Most of them, like Maggie, hadn't let it go... too far to their heads. Alpha demanded attention whenever she could get it, but beside that most of them were fairly good about it. It was no wonder, then, that Hel and Lasha, his nergal Hazcat, couldn't stand to be in the same room with one another. Both acted like the Queen of Sheba, sauntering around Julian's dorm and acting like he was placed in this world to serve them.
Oh, sure, they would comfort him when they thought it was really down, but otherwise they were as aloof as any other type of spoiled kitty.
Her attention was suddenly caught by a mouse minipet and her glowing silver eyes narrowed slightly, her long, tufted tail flicking back and forth.



Ripley, on the other hand, had found herself a nice, safe vantage point high up, out of the reach of her dreaded enemies, Sin's Unmentionables. She had been curious about this thing the bunnies had more or less told her about, how their master had gotten all dressed up and he never got dressed up so it must be some thing indeed! Of course Sin was there, that made some more sense. But, bah, did she have to bring those two? She wasn't still sore from their attack, that had been forever ago, but that didn't mean she didn't hold a grudge. She chittered at the Unmentionables. It was sort of a tease, she really should have known better to provoke them, but, well, she just wasn't very good at knowing what was better for her.

(sn: Reeshie)

Clove didn't understand why it couldn't go with its mistress. It always went with its mistress. It stayed in her hood all the time, unless it was cuddled around her shoulders. Or curled up on her pillow. It was a shadow just like her and so it should be with her all the time. But it was being left in a pen with other minipets.

The shadow drutten curled up, stuck its nose under its tail, and sulked.

[sn: prolixity]

Heidla pushed two of the baby seals out of her small lacey bag: "C'mon, little ones, give me a break! Don't cast your sleepy spell on me - I still need to learn how to dance!" Having given the gnome a suspicious glare, the priestess left.

The left one was called A Boo Seal:

The right one was called A Boo Wild Seal:


Both would be fine with being called little ones, seals, boos, coes, sealed evils, seal devils, or whatever. Both liked fish and chups, Both liked to sleep, and between those two activities, eating and sleeping, their lives seemed peaceful and enjoyable. There was no need to interact: the seals have a special kind of telepathy during sleep, that helps them to communicate while they're asleep, and to visit each other in dreams, and while they sleep all the time, they see enough of each other not to be to attached to the real world.

Nevertheless,

A Boo Seal tried to cast a sleeping spell on all those present. While Heidla believed all seals capable of sleep magic, the seals shared her conviction and believed in special seal magic themselves. There was no way to prove they had one; but there was no way to prove they didn't as most of the seals were sleeping all the time anyway, with or without their magic.

So, when A Boo Seal tried to cast a sleeping spell, the only creature that actually fell asleep, was his companion, A Boo Wild Seal.

sn: olwen

Figaro sat completely still as he saw the creature leap at it. It was dead he knew it he closed his eyes and cringed waiting for the creatures mouth to close around him. And then he felt it, the wet tongue of a lick...wait a lick? Opening his eyes ever so slowly, it was nuzzling him. It had a familiar scent to it and it didn't seem to really be harming him in any way. Maybe...it was going to be his lucky day. Figaro chittered about loudly, as if to tell the creature how scared he was. At least he wouldn't try to bit the thing that was protecting him.



((sn wyntre iceblade))

Clove squealed as it was tripped over. Who was tripping over it?! It was perfectly visible! It didn't have a hood to hide in! It was being trampled deliberately. It whined pathetically and swiped a forepaw at its attacker.

Ears twitching, not nearly as bad about social confrontation as his owner but then again he was tiny. Anything could eat him, and Lumi's silly fox Kitsu on occasion had tried. Feeling the comforting nuzzling Figaro squeaked happily and nestled down, keeping an eye out for those other two minis still slightly concerned about them.



((sn wyntre iceblade))