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 Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 11:31 am
The morning chill had yet to be baked from the cool stone-covered ground, but already the market was alive, the normally calm streets emitting a dull roar of conversation and bartering that could be heard through the walls, and the smell of the alluring bubbly pies seemed to be able to seep straight through stone.
Within her small room, Mei stooped over the marks laid out on her desk, counting carefully as she considered her upcoming costs. Already, half of her earnings had been pushed to the side; those marks would be going home to help feed her family. Then there was room and board, and then her rations for the upcoming week. Her finger pushed the remaining quarter mark idly, frowning. Though this was certainly enough to buy her a meal and more at the market, this would do little to buy her some new clothing.
Grimly, Mei stood to her feet, fingering the hole in her dress sleeve. Perhaps she could just patch it later. Like she'd patched the bodice, and the skirt. She'd already taken the hem up on it so high it showed her ankles like an ill fitting dress. No, that wouldn't do at all. It wouldn't do at all to wear clothes that looked as if thread had it's way with it. At this point, the once russet colored garment was becoming a pale, dusty beige, and she would not allow herself to look like a drudge for much longer.
A three fourth's mark was pulled from a pile of marks, but the marks meant for her family would remain untouched. Instead, it was pulled from her rations. If she were smart with her coins, then perhaps she'd be able to barter her rations from her employer with goods attained on a great deal.
First, the grain. She'd found one of the farmer's bags had somehow been cut, spilling out some of its contents, and he'd sold it to a man at an unfair price after hastily sewing it up. Oh, how she'd almost brought his negligence to the attention of his other buyers! But his hissing tone shushed her and they made a deal in the sly. Keep her mouth shut, and she'd get her grain at half price. Of course, half price was still a half mark for the whole bag. No matter. She sold the bag to the baker for a three fourths mark, plus a 1/32nd tip for transport.
The buying of a dress was simpler than she'd expected. Some of the wares had been dyed improperly, the green bodice of a dress having a mottled effect when it should have been an even tone. Some of the more superstitious folk still considered green to be an unlucky color, but Mei was not a superstitious woman. That didn't keep her from playing that card, though.
"It figures that green would be the color to mess up." She sighed, eyeing the material with a well learned expression of scrutiny. "I'm surprised that you even have it out for sale."
She was sure that she'd offended the tailor, because he was quick to retort. "Well, some folk can't be picky, m'am. Some people have to buy what they can afford." He let his gaze linger on her tattered dress.
That hurt her pride more than she would have liked to admit, but she staunchly refused to let it show. "And some folk jus' need a new outfit to clean their house in.. or something they don't mind getting dirty in the market dust."
Mei let that comment soak in, a comment that was not quite a lie, but not really the truth in that she'd implied her own garments were not her only pair. In fact, perhaps she thought so little of this market place that she'd not even bothered to dress for it after mopping her floors.
A few curious folk had gathered and a man pointed his sausage like finger onto the back nape of the dress. "Lookit tha', dinn'ae even garner a master's seal. Ain't worth full price!" Whether the old man knew what he was talking about or not was irrelevant; it was making the tailor look to be the bad guy in a hold where some people really liked to gossip.
Now, to become the good person in he situation. "Now, now. I'm sure he meant to sell this at a discounted price. After all, not everyone wants to buy a master certified dress to scrub the floors in." Her laugh rang out, echoed by several others behind her. "I won't waste your time, Tailor. I'll give you a half mark for it."
"But I-"
"Oh, you're absolutely right, that's too much. I will expect change back."
The exchange was done, and a second 1/32 mark joined her bag. A 3/4 and two 1/32s she could cash in later for a 1/16th, and a lovely, lovely dress with the smallest of imperfections. She hurried down the market square, clutching the folded garment to her chest as if it were something precious. The high thread count, soft material felt lovely in her hands, and it was hers.
Suddenly, she was quite roughly pushed. Shoved, almost, into what must have been one of the only mud puddles in the entire square. Unprepared for the sudden motion, both she and her lovely dress went face first into the puddle. Her elbows scraped against the cobblestone painfully, but that was nothing compared to the sudden horror as she looked at the garment in her hands. Wet and muddy, the lovely mottled greens of her top covered in grit and murky brown. Already, she could feel the tears begin to sting her eyes. And someone.. someone was -yelling- at her. Perhaps green was an unlucky color after all.
(To be continued with Hennory's post)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 11:48 am
Hennory did not come into the main Hold that often, but when able to, it was always an interesting affair. The streets were filled with people on a day that was not quite a gather, but rather just a congregation of local folk selling their wares in the open, where fresh air could fill their lungs. There was a distinct lack of pungent sea air, the smell of fish, and a smattering of glittering scales underfoot like there was at home. It was interesting in its own right, magical under its own set of standards, and the wine was sweeter than the briny soil back home could create.
And his mother had certainly been sampling the wine. An entire bottle of it, in fact. As much as Hennory maintained his poise and his smile, he was just as anxious behind the mask, attempting to keep a strong hold of his mother's arm so that she wouldn't fall over, or go running off.
Dear mother. Precious mother, she was certainly a lush. "Mother, please stand up straight." Hennory implored in the amply cushioned woman's ear, eliciting a temporary cooperation from her as she gathered herself in a hilarious mockery of a refined pose. Oh dear. "Perhaps we should go sit down."
"Splendid idea, dear son! Splendid!" Her short fingers pointed across the square, where tables were set up and wine was being sold. Oh, shells.
Hennory's gentle face contorted into a grimace when his foster mother tore from his grasp, stampeding across the court so quickly that she'd never even seen the girl walking into her path. To be fair.. the girl hadn't been looking either.
His mother, in a moment where her body seemed to recall years of dance, managed to all but pirouette after the heavy collision, staying on her feet in a moment of grace that the portly woman seemed completely incapable of doing in her state. If Hennory had known his mother wouldn't hear, he may have laughed. The older woman cartwheeled her arms in an effort to keep on her feet before pointing accusingly down at the fallen girl. "Can't you watch where you are going?? Couldn't you see that I was walking here?! Girl! GIRL. Why are you crying!?"
Things had went from amusing to awful in mere seconds. Hennory quickly stepped forward, taking his mother by the arm again. His attempts to apologize to the girl was drowned out by his mother's shrieking. "She's crying, and she nearly knocked me over! Of all the nerve!"
"Mother.. mother, remember, you were wanting to sit down. Why don't you go and have a nice glass of that Istan white you like so much. I'll deal with this." Hennory crooned, patting his mother's hand in a desperate attempt to placate her.
The woman's reddened face softened, and she smiled up lovingly at her foster son. "Alright dearie. I'll trust you to give her a firm talking to." Though Hennory smiled back at her, he didn't really feel the cheer he put on his face. He let go of the woman's arm and watched her go, sure that her desire for wine would send her at a trundlebug-line for the appropriate seating. Already, the girl was standing up, her face blotchy, and dark eyes on the verge of spilling tears.
"I'm very sorry, m'am, my mother has been spending the market day with a wine bottle. Perhaps I could--" But his words were cut off rather abruptly by an anger he wasn't expecting from the short, demure looking woman.
((To be continued again with Mei's post))
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:20 pm
It wasn't a sting to her pride to have the two talk over her so blithely; it was a red-hot brand right across her buttock as a male voice soothed and placated the irate, and obviously drunk woman. Soaking wet, Mei pulled herself up out of the muck, to be met with the cold, yet gentile face of a tall, red headed young man. He towered over Mei, but the youth in his face told that he could not be any older than she was, and perhaps was even younger. Perhaps if he smiled, he'd even be handsome. But she wouldn't be able to see something like that at the moment. Right now, she disliked everything about him, especially how he seemed to let his mother talk to others the way he did.
His manner of dress was even more so a reason to dislike him. He was dressed in some of the finest clothes she'd seen. He was perhaps a Holder's son, someone who has never had to want for everything. And now he would offer her something, as many people did when they felt they owed a person something, or perhaps he wished to engage in charity, something to make him feel better about himself. Mei would not give him the satisfaction.
"You have ruined my new dress, and my old one!" She barked out, holding the parcel up nearly to his nose. He backed away, surprise lighting up that cold, cautiously cultivated face of his.
"I hardly think I'll ever be able to get all the stains out of it." She clucked her tongue, the white-hot rage simmering down to what seemed to be indifference as she examined the dress herself. All the imperfections were covered in grime, and she had to remind herself not to smirk. "I paid good marks for this dress"
Her nearly black eyes darted up to his grey ones, holding them darkly. "I think you owe me a new one."
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Hennory sucked in a breath, taken aback by the audaciousness of what his mother would call a 'common folk'. This would have been much easier had he just been able to offer her something, but now she was demanding it.
His reply was not as cool as he'd hoped it would be, obviously affected by her forwardness. "I would have offered you a new dress, m'am."
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Oh, she'd rattled him! Good! Her teeth flashed as she grinned broadly up at him. "But I don't want your charity. I want what is owed to me, and you owe me a new dress. It's as simple as that."
Her chin raised up a bit, exposing the small scrape of raw skin on it where she fell. She felt Hennory's scrutinizing eye on her, dropping from he face to lower, and lower. His already fair face blanched.
"You're bleeding."
Mei quickly glanced down, finding blood on her dress where her elbows had touched it. She examined the damage and frowned. "Oh, I scraped them rather badly, then."
And in an instant, she was suddenly scooped up in his arms. "Gah, what are you doing??"
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He hadn't noticed the girl was actually injured until she raised her chin, but that caused a chain of events that caused him to look further down to the bloody spots on the off-white skirts from her elbows. She was so small and light, he had no problems picking her up, even with her arms and legs kicking in protest.
"Ma'am, you have been injured. I need to find you a healer." The conviction in his tone stilled her, the dark, oriental shaped eyes actually managing to grow a bit round in her surprise.
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"You're being ridiculous! It's just a scrape! Set me down, everyone is looking at us!" She'd dare not struggle much more. He was a tall lad, and the risk of being dropped again was a little too great for her to want to start walloping on him.
So instead, she took to hiding her face behind the soaked garment she'd bought. "You know, I live around these parts. I'll never hear the end of this."
But he'd hear none of it, not until he had her in the healer's tent, where her wounds were cleaned and bandaged. A small group had huddled outside of the tent, trying to catch a glimpse of what everyone was calling the 'Holder's son' and the girl he was carrying. The Healer's angry words had sent them scattering, but no doubt they would linger about for a while longer to see if then pair would come back out.
"Thank faranth for numb weed." Mei sighed with admittance as she pat her bandaged elbows, smiling kindly up to the older man who had done the work. "Thank you."
"Perhaps you should be thanking your rescuer too; I hear he carried you the whole way here."
"He is not my 'rescuer'! He plucked me up against my own will to bring me here, probably so that he won't have to replace the items he's responsible for destroying!" Mei's tone rose up to petulance, but could only bring a smile to the pleasant man's face. "Right then. Well, you two stay however long you like. I need to go back to the front to tend to customers.
The man nodded pleasantly to the two of them before exiting through the front of the tent.
((MOAR to come, sorry DX))
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:44 pm
Mei's gaze slid over to the lad sitting beside her, who was regarding her with a curiosity that matched her own. Her eyes narrowed, and he smiled.
"Are you looking at me because you find me handsome?"
"Oh, no. I actually find you quite plain." Mei crooned back, mimicking his upper-class accent.
"Well, I find you quite beautiful."
Mei did a double take towards the boy, her tanned skin flushing red, and redder still when she saw the smirk on his face. She was sure he was teasing her.
"Oh no, this flattery will not get you very far, Holder boy! You still owe me the goods I require, and no amount of sugary sweet talk will get you out of it." She pointed an accusatory finger right under his nose.
Hennory leaned back just slightly from the angry pointing finger, tilting his head around it to regard her. "Hennory."
"What?"
"It's Hennory, not 'Holder boy." His cold tone had returned for just a moment, but was followed up by a nearly-genuine smile.
"But you are a holder boy, aren't you? I don't see many people around here that dress like you and your mother do who aren't in charge of something."
"Hmm. the coastal hold just west of here, actually. But I am not really their son. Your name?" Hennory raised his red, thin brows.
"W-what?" Mei blinked rapidly, taken aback by his comment.
"Your name, what is it?"
"I know what you meant by that! Why would you say that you're not their son?"
"Your name?" Now his voice was singsong, nearly mocking.
"I'm Mei!!"
"You may what?"
"AARRGH, stop it! Now!"
Now Hennory actually laughed, his cold grey eyes actually twinkling with mirth as he leaned back to avoid her angry swat in his direction. Despite herself, Mei laughed as well, unable to stoke the flames of her rage any longer.
"And it's because I'm fostered, by the way. I can hardly call myself a Holder's son since I'm not in line to inherit anything." Hennory finally stated, eliciting a soft 'oh' from Mei. "But, I can still afford to buy you a new dress."
"I'd hope so, that woman--"
"My mother." Hennory stated as a gentle reminder.
"… can certainly afford to enjoy herself at a gather. I'd hope she'd be willing to spoil her 'sweet widdle son' enough so that he'd be able to clean up the mess she leaves." She bared her teeth in a not-quite smile.
Hennory had half a mind to be offended, but the fierce look in her eye made him quell his pride. He was ever so good at dishing out his own teasing, but getting it back was a tough pill to swallow.
"Very well then, shall we go?"
Mei stood along with him, then frowned. "Will your mother be alright?"
Her concern for his mother soothed the sting of her last words, and he smiled. No matter how horrid Mei found his mother to be, she could at least relate to the loyalty he held toward them. "Oh, she knows the wine smiths of this town well. They'll look after her while we tend to your needs."
When they pulled away the flap, luckily only a few people still lingered from the previous crowd, and dispersed when they'd gotten their fill of staring.
"So, you truly do find me plain?"
"Terribly so." Mei lied, a smile on her lips.
"Well, you have terribly big ears."
"Well, that is only a testament to your poor taste in women, considering how you called me beautiful earlier!"
(MOOOAAAR)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:22 pm
 Mei came to find out that Hennory was terrible at bartering. And by terrible, she meant awful. Hennory pointed out to a dress that was clearly meant for a wealthier sort, embroidered with gold threads along a sunset hue'd bodice. "I think you should get this one. It's only three marks." "Only three marks.. only three marks? Blast the shell and flame my hide, you are exasperating!" Her loud complaint kept the tailor (a different one from before, goodness knows she didn't want to deal with the last one after insulting him) from jumping forward to try and sell it to the ignorant boy. "This is the starting price, Hennory. You haggle it down from there." His confused expression elicited a sigh from her. Oh yes, this was the sort of person who'd probably never had to barter down for anything in their life. "Besides, I don't like that one." Hennory's expression twisted into confusion. "My own mother would envy this dress!" "And no doubt, she has the servants to mend it when these delicate threads tear." Hennory's face fell. "Oh. You don't?" He regretted the question immediately, because she threw her hands up and sighed. "NO. I don't. And I'm not going to let you waste your marks on something I'll be too afraid to wear." She slapped his hands away from the dress, causing him to recoil in obvious irritation. Mei was finding it.. profoundly amusing to get under his skin. "Now this one.." She touched her hands onto the bodice, a delightful spring green. The luck she'd gained from the color was double sided, but it was good luck nonetheless. "This would work nicely. Simple design to the bodice, off-white tones on the underskirt. "Why this one? There are others that I would buy for you that are much more beautiful than this." "Because I know who I am, Hennory. I'm not a girl who would wear that dress, and I'm alright with that." Hennory's mind reeled, but he could only manage to nod dumbly as she pulled out a dress of her size to purchase. From his mindset, she seemed to look as if she were from rather unfortunate circumstances. Her clothes were threadbare, curled hair a mess of a mop that was tossed up in a hasty bun. Even her skin had been touched by work, with the darkness of her tan showing of her work in the sun, and the occasional burn across otherwise soft looking arms told of a job around flames and heat. He had everything, but she was the one who seemed confident in who she was. Remarkable. Mei had to do the haggling, leaving Hennory unsure and frowning beside her as she persuaded and bickered with the female tailor as to the price of the garment. "He has the marks for it, why are you bartering with his money?" The older woman implored, looking to Hennory in the hopes he'd take over the process. "Oh no you don't! It's his money that he owes me, and I'm not taking kindly to being ripped off over marks that are mine to spend to begin with!" A mark and a quarter was the final price, and this one ended up wrapped to protect it from any further accidents, and the muddy one double wrapped as a part of the bargain for easy, non-messy transport. "And your debt is paid!" Mei declared as they made their way back to the wine stall. His mother was still there, sipping wine at thankfully slower pace as she chatted away with the vendor. "I suppose this is where I drop you off, then." Mei extended her hand to him, which he accepted and shook. "Very well then, but I must now ask a favor of you." Hennory grinned, not letting go of her hand. Mei's eyes narrowed unsurely. "It depends on the favor." "Meet me again tomorrow for dinner. We are in town till tomorrow to enjoy the market before the workdays resume." "Why?" "I want to ask you some questions. About your life. About you. You seem so.. confident. I want to know your secret." The stark honesty in his face caused Mei's suspicious look to follow. Finally, she smiled. "Fine. tomorrow. They say that the Harpers are going to play tomorrow that evening, anyways." ((OMG MOAR. I'm gonna need a TL;DR at the bottom of all this.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:45 pm
She'd made good on her promise, showing up in her simple green dress, with her hair so plainly pulled back by two strands tied behind her head. She didn't wear any of the products on her face that so many girls did from the wealthier families. But still, there she was, sitting across from Hennory at the table with her chilled klah in hand. It took him a moment to realize that she was staring back at him with a frown.
"What are you looking at?"
He hastily cleared his throat, taking a sip of his own drink so that he could take a moment to compute an answer. "Sorry. My mind was out between."
"I'd say so." Mei smirked. "You haven't asked me any of your questions yet."
"You're right, I haven't." Hennory set down his klah. "What would you say if I asked you to marry me? And we could go and live in my seaport hold, where you could have any dress you wanted, any food you wanted."
Mei actually laughed. "I'd say no!"
"Really, why?"
"For one, you're not being serious."
"How do you know that?"
"Because you don't look that stupid." Mei arched her dark brow at him. "You asked me because you knew I'd say no. And because you actually want to know why I'm saying no. And I'll tell you. For one? I hardly know you, and I certainly don't love you. I don't want to marry you for your family ties or the land you may one day own-- don't look at me that way, you know they'll likely leave you -something-, fostered or no. But that's not the answer you're looking for."
She seemed almost giddy, as if impressed with herself that she'd seen through him so easily.
"You don't want to be given anything." Hennory stated, as if suddenly realizing this.
"Right. I've been working all my life, you know. I was earning my own wages when I was thirteen turns."
As expected, Hennory was surprised by this. "How old are you?"
"I turned 18 this passover."
"Oh" His surprise made it obvious that he'd not correctly guessed her age. "I thought you were closer to my age. I'm 16 turns."
Mei's scoff made him feel quite foolish. "I knew you were young. You look to young in the face. I'm just short." Her hand reached out to make a faux measure on the top of the table, expressing a diminutive size. "Believe it or not, I'm taller than my mother. Maybe farmer are just short."
"Perhaps not. My mother and father are both shorter than me, but then again, they aren't my parents by blood." He spoke so casually of it, but then again it was no surprise that he would; fostering was such a common practice in Pern that bloodline only mattered when it came to inheritance of holds. There really was little social stigma against it.
The harpers began to play, and the two lapsed into silence, eating their meal of roasted meat and vegetables as they listened to the jaunty tune.
((TL biggrin R Version-- Mei goes to market. Buys dress. Hennory's drunk mother knocks Mei into the mud and Hennory has to buy Mei a new dress. The two strike up an odd friendship and meet up the next evening for dinner and conversation while the Harpers play for the evening, which is where they are currently at, out in the courtyard.
Aaaand, DONE.))
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The_Muffin_Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 6:04 pm
color=darkblue]"You don't have to do that every time we fly, you know." L'fir pointed out as he slipped down onto the ground. He looked back up at his blue companion with an unimpressed expression as he attempted to straighten out his appearance. A rumble came from the dragon as he shuffled about. It is nice to fly that way, it is much more fun. Bocaith wasn't the most skilled in aerial manoeuvres; for a blue he was terribly bulky. L'fir knew full well that he had been showing off, despite his claims that it had been just for fun, but refrained from pointing it out. At the Weyr Bocaith was just one among dozens of blues, but out here among non-riders he could be seen as very impressive. L'fir of course always saw his dragon as impressive. But if Bocaith could find a fun way of being seen as impressive he'd take it.
A bright green streak darted between the two, colliding with L'fir and clinging to his jacket. The firelizard looked up at her bonded and crooned. Had he seen them? There were so many new people here! Not like home. She had seen all the people at home. These were new people and they were so fun. Quickly, they must go and see the new people! L'fir raised an eyebrow at the green as she clung to his front and chattered away, flashing several images of different people into his mind. "As fun as that sounds, Play, we are here for a reason." It didn't actually sound fun, but he really did have a reason. That reason was to find a present for his sister's upcoming nameday. If he didn't get her something then he would never hear the end of it. He already got complained at about not being seen enough.
The green firelizard gave an offended shriek before pushing off and flying away. Fine. If hers did not want to then she would look by himself. L'fir watched the bright firelizard fly away before looking back up at Bocaith. "Will you be able to find somewhere to be comfortable while I'm looking?" The blue raised his head and looked around to see if he could find a suitable place. There is a watchpost nearby. I will be able to see everything from there. That seemed all the blue needed before he crouched and sprang into the air again. Only bidding his rider farewell as he flew up to his chosen resting place; once again making a show of his flight by twisting and rolling in the air. Shaking his head L'fir turned away and started off into the market.
Playmate however was already there. Darting through the crowd she would occasionally pause and watch someone before losing patience and moving on. By the time L'fir had entered the market she was in the courtyard, hovering beside the harper as they played. She tilted her head and listened to the tune for a while. Playmate didn't tend to take part in music. Unlike other firelizards she didn't seem to enjoy adding her own voice to them. Soon the music too lost her attention and she began to fly off, until something new caught her attention. Was that food? Shifting in the air Playmate darted down to land on a table where a pair was eating. The firelizard had no concerns for being polite and would openly beg. Looking from first one and then the other the green let out a pleasant hum as she did her best to look hungry. They would give her something, yes?
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 11:25 am
"Oh, look, a dragon is in the sky." Mei observed, hearing the whoosh of wings as the blue zeroed in on the courtyard. The actual landing zone was beyond their sight, but it was obvious where the dragon would be headed.
"Probably transport to pick someone up, or perhaps someone coming in for last minute shopping before the stalls close for the night." Hennory's eyes followed the outline of the beast, silhouetted by the setting sun. That was all that was said about it, at least until a fire lizard landed on their table several minutes later.
"Gah!" Mei pulled her plate closer to herself, steadying her goblet so that it didn't fall over as the creature unceremoniously landed upon their table. "Is he yours?" She asked, shooting an incredulous glance Hennory's way.
The boy quickly shook his head, looking as confused as she did. "I was going to ask you the same thing."
"Right, poor holder girl with a fire lizard." Mei scoffed, eyeing the little green with great scrutiny before tearing off a piece of meat roll and offering it to the beast.
"Well, you're the one that looks to be trying to Impress it." Hennory smirked and leaned back in his seat, as much to watch her attempt to coax it with food as to gain a bit of distance from it. He himself was never particularly fond of fire lizards, considering his history with them thus far.
"I know that, but look at her! She's obviously hungry. I'm sure her handler won't mind if we give her a few little tidbits."
That was quite the assumption to make; Hennory himself wouldn't want anyone feeding his animals any old thing, but the obvious delight on Mei's face as she crooned and clucked her tongue at the little creature merely made him laugh and shake his head. His foster father owned a fire lizard himself, but it was a brooding and surly little creature that took only to him and nobody else. To see such a friendly one made his tense shoulders ease a bit and sit in a slightly more normal position.
"I've always wanted a little friend like this, a sweet little messenger that may perhaps take my letters to my family. I wouldn't be able to afford to feed one, though."
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