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 Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 2:28 pm
They'd gotten almost all the blood out of the low-hanging tapestries. The losses of the wherhandlers were overshadowed by their decisive first victory and hard-won second. They owned Benden's ancient caverns and Malvren's marble cliffs, and both Weyrs - no, Wherholds - were rich with feelings of righteous and satisfied triumph. The long-oppressed underclass had risen up, throwing off centuries of marginalization and prejudice to open a new chapter in history. Not all of Pern, however, was so ready to turn the page. But as the old saying went, history was written by the victors - and those who would not fall to steel might succumb to song. The weyrbowl - which would need a new name - had been prepared for this day. Stalls had been constructed for crafters and poles driven into the ground raised paper lanterns - for now unlit - over the heads of those gathered. Gaily colored flags and ribbons fluttered in the breeze, some tied to headknobs belonging to stocky, prowling bodies with stunted wings. Whers and handlers wandered the Gather grounds, mingling with visitors as (they would assert) dragons and their ilk rarely did. For those who had only heard of the revolution from afar, it might surprise them to see how many of the great winged beasts had given over their alliance and remained. Some perched on the ledges of deserted weyrs, while others ferried passengers to and from Malvren, flashing between above a section of the bowl cordoned-off for safety, away from the rows of stalls and the flattish area near the lake reserved for dancing. A surprising crowd had gathered. Much of it was composed of the curious, the enterprising, or those simply in pursuit of a free meal (for it was to be shown, at least today, that the wherhandlers were magnanimous new tenants) but if there was a decidedly political undercurrent, it was of little surprise. There was much to do, from scoping out the new occupants of the mountain to forging useful alliances. It was time to prosper and rejoice. OOC Info It's been a long time coming and now that it's here, success tastes very sweet indeed. Though still recovering from their battles and asserting control over their new domains, the Revolutionists have pulled out all the stops for this one. Celebrate - you've earned it! This even is open to PCs of the Revolution faction only.This is event that will run from now through September 30th. While the goal is some good old IC interaction, we've got some games and NPCs to spice things up! Here's a rough schedule of what the Weyr has on offer: Crafter Stalls: All day | September 16-30 RL As one of the oldest Weyrs and (by scant weeks) the newest Wherhold, Benden invites a rich variety of trade. See post #2 for details. Firelizard Beauty Contest: 11AM - 1PM IC | September 18-22 RL No matter how people feel about current events, there's one thing all but the most curmudgeonly can agree on - firelizards are colorful, cute, and useful to boot. If you're the proud owner of a very special flit, show them off and prove that they're really the fairest of them all. Signups: September 16-17 in this thread. See post #3 for details. Dancing Contest: 4PM - 6PM IC | September 24-28 RL Put on your prettiest Gather gear and head out to the Harpers! Meet some new friends, take a turn with the old, and show off your best moves. Signups: September 23 in this thread. See post #4 for details. Lantern Lighting and Drum Circle: 7PM - whenever everyone leaves! IC | September 29-30 RL As the sun goes down over the bowl, the stars come down from the sky. Enjoy the glowing lanterns as they're lit one by one and feel the rhythm of the drums in your bones.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 2:29 pm
Crafter Stalls
The crafter stalls have been organized to form neat aisles across the bowl, with lanterns strung between them waiting for night to be lit. While there's a good showing of standard Gather-ware, much of the goods being sold have a definite.. theme. OOC Info Start Your Engines MarksYour character starts the gather with a certain number of marks. For simplicity's sake, this is based on rank. Mark denominations are 1/32, 1/16, 1/8, 1/4, 1/2, 1, 2, 5,10, and 100. 1 mark is equal to about $20 USD, while 100 marks is about $2000 USD. Weyrbrat - 1 Mark
Candidate/Apprentice - 2 Marks
Weyrling - 3 Marks
Rider/Journeyman - 5 Marks
Search/Courier/Watch - 6 Marks
Warden/Craft Master/Weyrlingmaster - 7 Marks
Wingsecond - 8 Marks
Wingleader/Jr. Weyrwoman - 10 Marks
Weyrleader/Master Craftsman - 15 Marks Keep track of your funds during the Gather! Don't You Want To Haggle?Crafters may be willing to lower their prices for an adept bargainer. To try to score a better deal, roll 1 20-sided die: 1-2: Well done! The crafter must have really taken a shine to you - they offer the item for half its listed price. 3-8: Not a bad bargain at all - they're willing to go as low as three-quarters of the item's listed price. 9-12: Maybe you gave them a funny look or something. They only knock one-fourth mark off. (For items less than one mark, only one-eighth mark is deducted.) 13-18: They stand firm. Listed price or nothing at all. 19-20: That little? For this workmanship? Your offer insults their craft - they won't sell.You may make one haggling attempt per item. IC Info Wares On OfferWher It With Pride - a tiny stall and two NPC.. Harpers? --- Cuddly Toy Whers -- 1/2 mark Though they still have a bit of the look of the flit pattern they were adapted from, these cloth toy whers are huggable and soft, with fat tails, oversized paws, and good-natured snaggle-toothed smiles. Their eyes are made of bits of blue or green glass. --- Wher Treats -- 1/8 mark for 10 Not to be left out, some enterprising member of the bakercraft has come up with what, for all intents and purposes, appear to be soft palm-sized cakes with a rich meaty scent. While the baker won't reveal his recipe, the cakes seem to be derived from the blood and oats mash fed to young whers. --- Wher Collars -- 1 mark These collars are made of surprisingly fine leather, some perhaps adapted from belts, and are certainly not intended for the rough utility whers sometimes see but more light wear and adornment. Some are plain, some have tooled patterns, and they range widely in thickness and width.
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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 2:30 pm
Firelizard Beauty ContestIs this really..? Yes, yes it is. A long table has been set out on the grass of the weyrbowl and decorated with bunting and a centerpiece of.. pillows? Three of them, in Benden red with black tassels. The centermost is raised up on a little block to form a sort of winner's podium. All down either side little placards stretch away to the ends of the table, with numbers. A cheery-looking woman with her own crimson flit curled across her shoulders is smiling and waving at passerby with bandaged fingers.IC Rules Firelizards must be owned by the entrant. Each entrant may enter only one flit. Let's not play fairs! Each flit will be graded by the judge on color, hide quality, conformation and temperament prior to the contest proper. Each entrant will be given five minutes of performance time, wherein they may showcase the unique talents and charm of their flit. Biting the judge or another entrant results in immediate disqualification. While collars, harnesses and ribbons are allowed, doll clothes detract from the natural beauty of firelizards and are prohibited. OOC Info How to Sign UpWe're doing this IC interaction style! Make a post directing your character at the lovely lady with the crimson and quote Tinnunculus in it so she sees. You can leave it open-ended if you want some NPC interaction or just assume the following: she smiles, puts your name and your flit's name and color down on a list, gives you a number and asks you to head to the table for judging. It's a short process and after that, you're free to wander the Gather and come up with your performance! How the Event WorksThis is a miniature RP contest! Write one short post of your character showing off their flit to their best advantage. This can take any form you want - maybe your flit knows some tricks, maybe your character gives a short speech, maybe the animal doesn't cooperate at all and hilarious hijinks ensue - but make it short, you only have five IC minutes! (Think one or two good paragraphs at the most.) Once all entries are in, they'll be judged by community vote (amount of applause from the audience IC.) Have at it! Entrants #1 A'nos and Crimson Symphony The bronze rider applauded politely for the previous competitor and kept his smirk internal. He called that a performance? Well it was his turn now, and he would give a better showing. Tall, handsome and erect A'nos approached the performance area, halted and turned to bow to the audience. Up on his shoulder, Symphony copied the gesture.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to present Symphony! We hope that you will find her performance entertaining, don't we Symphony?"
Symphony trilled and bobbed her head to the spectators.
"And so without further ado, let us begin!" A'nos extended one arm over to the performance area, and a precise poke of his mind had Symphony walking neatly down his limb until she reached her stage. As his pet turned to face him, sitting up on her haunches, A'nos produced a simple little wooden flute from inside his sleeve with a flourish and brought it to his lips.
This first part of the performance seemed simple enough, but it required the firelizard to have an appreciation for tone and pitch; he played three notes, she trilled them back with the same kind of emphasis. Four notes next, then five, and then ten. Sliding the flute back up his sleeve he fixed his eyes firmly on Symphony and drew himself up tall; in response the firelizard rose up onto her hind legs with her wings spread for balance. A slight incline of his head and a push of his mind made her back up slowly, a lean of his head left and she walked left, then right and she moved right. A sharp look and a toss of his head made her sink down, bunch her muscles and throw herself into a backflip.
With the flitt now back on all fours he took the flute back out and played a simple little tune which the crimson danced too with graceful little steps, swishes of tail and swoops of wings. The tune ended soon enough but he started it back up again right away and pressed on the crimson's mind; this time she danced the same dance as before but sang along. At the tune repeated a third time he picked up the tempo and Symphony launched into the air, trilling and swooping and diving all around him as the tempo went faster and faster until the final note whereupon she turned a loop-the-loop and landed back on her master's shoulder.
Sliding the flute away neatly A'nos made a flourishing bow, which was again emulated by the firelizard on his shoulder. "Thank you for your attention ladies and gentlemen; I hope you enjoy the rest of the gather!" he called, every inch the cheerful charming young Harper.
As he spoke he felt Symphony’s little mind brush hopefully against his: had she done well? Was she a good firelizard for her master?
Yes - he sent his reply in feelings and pictures - she had been entirely satisfactory. She would have a treat later if she kept up her good behaviour.
This was almost enough to send the worshipful flit into paroxysm of crooning glee, but she had not been given permission to vocalize or rub herself all over him and so she just sat neatly on his shoulder with her eyes gleaming brilliant blue: she had been good enough! #2 F'ick and Green Tiddles With the rules explained and his turn come up, Fick lifted Tiddles off Ficksk's head and set her down in the performance area. Right then. He cleared his throat. "Sit!" He wagged his finger downward. Tiddles blinked at him, but after a few moments sat back on her haunches. "Good! Now lie down!" He made a similar gesture with his whole hand, but this time the green just tilted her head at him and cheeped. "Lie. Down!" He felt understanding dawn as he spoke, gestured, and sent the image again, and Tiddles did as she was asked. "Roll over!" Tiddles rolled, and he gestured and sent the mental command again and she kept rolling.
When he stopped giving the command however the green kept going, and rolled right off the edge of the performance area with a squeak of distress. The green firelizard vanished between, reappearing some way higher up and then recovering quickly before coming into land on Fick's head.
The wherhandler coughed and made an expansive gesture at the crowd. Ta-da!" Well that could have gone worse he supposed. His britches could have fallen down. #3 Erie and Gold Cerra "Then you should train her better" Stated Erie before grabbing her number and stalking off to do... something else.
When her number was called Erie stepped confidently towards the staging area for the flit's display. She whistled, as she would with a Wher and the newly oiled and scrubbed Gold burst from Between with a answering musical whistle. She flew high, catching the sunlight on her hide, doing some twists and turns as she rose. Erie gave another whistle and Cerra hovered, her eyes whirling blue/green, she liked to show off. Erie threw something in the air and Cerra sped towards the falling object, grabbing it in her claws, the weight of it tugging her down a bit before she recovered and flew around in two circles, showing off what was a carved metal buckle for a Wher's harness. It had cost Erie alot when she'd bought it but it had been worth it.
Erie whistled again and Cerra moved over, letting the buckle drop and Erie caught it, putting it into her pouch. She let out a curious warble which sent Cerra up high, a Blue appeared, perhaps unseen by many and dropped what he was carrying... a bunch of brightly colored ribbons. As they floated down towards the ground Cerra flew at them, flame bursting from her mouth, chirruping as the ribbons caught flame and were rendered little more than ash.
Erie frowned and whistled harshly at Cerra, pointing to a strand of ribbon she'd missed and was almost at the ground. Cerra warbled and pulled her wings in close, diving hard before snapping her wings open at the last second, flaming that last ribbon before it hit the ground. Erie gave a low whistle and Cerra winked Between, appearing higher above warbling, and catching the sun on her now slightly less clean, shiny hide, before moving down and landing lightly onto Erisk's head, the Wher having moved forwards into the ring when Cerra was up high. "And that is the end" said Erie, holding her arm out for Cerra to climb up and onto her shoulder, leading Erisk out of the ring and stalked out alongside her. First prize is 2 IC marks and a leather messenger harness for the winning flit!
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 2:31 pm
Dancing Contest
Coming soon!
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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 2:32 pm
A Shady Character
What is this..?
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 5:55 pm
Sasask had grown enormous. It felt like it had been turns since Sasar had bonded to the bronze wher. How little he'd know of what was happening in the world when the call for recruits went out. While Sasar had felt a little disgruntled about being left in the dark about Keller's true plans, he couldn't deny he liked the way things had turned out.
Dragons still made their homes here, but right alongside them in the weyrs were wherhandlers and their charges. No longer was he a nameless face in the minds, Sasar was a bronze wherhandler in the first Wherhold under Keller. It may not be the top position, but it was leaps and bounds above what he had been.
Sasar's hair was freshly cropped and the lingering smell of dust scrubbed from his skin. While his clothes weren't what anyone would call gather wear, they were clean and in good shape. He fancied he looked respectable and impressive and that was all he wanted. A man as big as he would look ridiculous in fancy unnecessary details.
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Rilli was almost bouncing in her excitement. The enormous bowl of Benden was vastly different from her home of Malvren. With wide eyes she surveyed the walls surrounding her, dragons still circled the sky and rested on weyr ledges but the signs of change showed here just as they did back at her cliff side home. An impatient cough behind her startled her out of her awestruck excitement. "Oooh! Sorry Risk!" She reached up to the rider who'd just dropped her off and retrieved the bulky form of her hatchling, trying to soothe the orange from his eyes. The brown wher pulled away from her attentions, shaking himself off and grunting at the indignity of it all.
Rilli's excited mood fell a touch as the dragonrider lifted off again without a word. She'd come to learn that hide color was all Risk had in common with her late Rillsk. Where her previous bonded had shared every emotion with her and was almost what could be called playful for a wher, Risk was a closed book. It was almost impossible for her to even get a read on what he was feeling unless he was royally ticked. There were rare moments where he would climb to the foot of her bed at night and drape his head across her shins but that was the closest to affection she'd gotten from the brown.
They were bonded and blooded and that was that. He was still young and their relationship still new. She knew eventually they'd feel each other out and learn to work together. She just secretly hoped he wouldn't mind her riding him eventually. His current size hinted strongly that he'd be more than large enough.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 6:24 pm
The next to land were Serom and Sesk, the older man having kept his little green tucked under his arm like an overlarge canine pup. When the dragon hit the ground he gave the rider a solemn nod and slid off Sesk whirring and chirruping impatiently as he set her down. Preening she half turned making sure he hadn't marred her freshly scrubbed hide as she pranced over to Risk circling him. Wasn't she just glorious? Wasn't she pretty! She was the prettiest of them all.
Sighing Serom rubbed the bridge of his nose a good natured smile alighting his lips. "She's ah at it again Rilli." He grumbled glancing over to where the delicate shining little green was harassing the poor brown. He hoped they didn't tussle or he'd have to clean her hide again. He'd even at the wher's insisting managed to find a bit of red ribbon, ripped from and old tunic left by some riders, and tied a pretty bow round the dainty wher's neck. If the brown shredded it there was a good chance Sesk might throw a fit.
"Come on Sesk. You're plenty pretty yeah spoiled vain little beauty you." He cooed roughly trying to distract the green from her current quarry.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 7:49 pm
Mirize was excited about this. He hadn't had much of a reason to dress up since before he had impressed his darling Mirisk, and he was going to make the best of it. This was their day, the day of the wherhandlers, and it was going to be great.
Already people were starting to arrive, some, he recognized, others unfamiliar, but he was pleased to see it. If there was no one here, who would appreciate him. He grinned happily, straightening out his green shirt, and running his hand through his hair. Maybe he'd met someone interesting.
"Come on Mir." he said, patting the green's head as she sat by him, waiting to see what he wanted. "Let's go mingle." She stood, and headed up towards a bronze, one who Mirize recognized from the clutch he had received Mirisk from. He followed her, watching her closely. She chirped a happy greeting towards the bronze, but didn't get too close, waiting to hear back from him before she would do anything else.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 9:56 pm
Sasar
Celebratory mood or no, Sasar really had no idea of what to do with himself at the moment. Food was available but it was too early for feasting or dancing, and the first contest of the day was a fire lizard beauty pageant...something Sasar had NO interest in whatsoever. He took his time, slowly wandering with Sasask obediently at heel. The vendors at least proved more interesting, he admired the finely worked belt buckles offered by one smith and the thick riding belts supplied by a neighboring tanner.
Sasask's head reared up and he whirrred in response, looking from the green to Sasar and back. Sasar nodded acceptance and gave a wave of his hand to Sasask. She was on their side, he could socialize if he wanted. The gesture was adapted into a wave of greeting to the greenhandler. "Hello, Mirize right?" He was sure he did but the day had him feeling generous.
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Rilli
Rilli giggled as she watched the little green wher caper about. "I swear Serom you must've got the cutest sharding wher in the clutch!" She clapped her bangle-clad hands together. "So where'd you get the idea for a bow? I didn't expect that from a grouchy old man like you~" She teased her friend, olive eyes glittering with mischief. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Risk just standing there, his orange gaze following Sesk's every movement. Moments like this made her glad he at least didn't seem to be a violent wher. He was responding well to his training and she was sure she'd at least found a perfect match in her profession, if not in personality.
The brown wher eventually gave a short snort and turned away from the green, not sparing her another glance as he began a slow but determined walk towards the gathering people and away from the dragon landing.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 10:15 pm
Sesk eyed Risk for a moment considering taking a swipe at the larger brown, but at Serom's compliments instead pranced over. Recognizing that Rilli was admiring her she preened posing and trilling happily. Wasn't she pretty? She was pretty wasn't she? Yes there were no whers prettier then her! She seemed to say as she danced this way and that.
Shrugging Serom harrumphed shaking his head at Sesk's antics. "The way she prances about I'm half tempted to put bells on her feet and see if I can teach her to dance to tune. Shardin world knows she'd love the attention." She grumbled shaking his head with a good natured grin.
"Ah well. . .just thought it'd look pretty on her. My daughter used to love ribbons and caring for a little girl I learned to tie them well enough though she was a site more grateful bout it then this little lady." He replied reaching a hand out to pet Sesk's head earning a happy trill from the little shining green.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 10:23 pm
After being set down, Kesisk turned to regard the green dragon who'd brought her and her handler to the gather with a peculiar mix of blue and orange in her eyes. She was pleased to have been 'served' so, but the young gold yet harbored a lingering suspicion of dragons, having experienced a certain lack of clarity in regards to what to do with them. Many had been bad, had been enemy, but no longer. Mantling her crooked wings, she exhaled slowly, a slight click to her breath as she lowered her head and bumped the dragon in the foreleg - go on then, go that way, was the intended message.
She turned away then to take her place beside her handler, who rested a hand on her back and smiled down at her. The woman was dressed well, unusually so for a young handler, but Kesin was nothing if not opportunistic, and when they'd left, Malvren's former occupants had left quite a bit behind. The outfit was nothing so ostentatious or impractical as a dress - she was, after all, a wherhandler - but the materials were fine and the dye and craft quite good.
"C'mon then, baby." She stroked her wher's scarred hide proudly and possessively. "How about we go and say hello?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 4:25 am
Erie wasn't happy, she hadn't been happy since Tsubari left and her mood had affected Erisk too. The Green becoming more and more aggressive towards anyone that wasn't her Handler, yet..... she had her duties to perform and as such she'd been forced to not wallow in her misery and instead focus on re-building Benden into the new Wherhold. There were times she wondered if she'd done the right thing, she'd avoided most of the fighting... especialy since she had no wish to see or hurt Tsubari.... She sighed as she thought of him, her heart ached but any thought of leaving was quelled by her Wher, although she and Erisk missed Tsubari and Tsubarisk, Erisk was focussed on her job, she quite liked not having the dragons in charge. Even Erie had to admit, it was nice to be appreciated but she still had her doubts. Erisk hissed, she didn't like all these people, so many people... Erie had to concentrate to keep the Green focussed. She stroked the pale Gold curled around her neck, the flitter giving her some comfort as Cerra hadn't left her once, not in all the fighting and not in the aftermath. However she couldn't say the same about her Blue, but to give the creature some credit, he'd been hurt badly by someone or something, poor creature couldn't fly very well anymore. She felt sorry for him and had left him back in Erisk's kennel, so he could avoid all this bustle. Erie patted Erisk who stuck to her Bonded's side like glue, as dangerous as the Green could be, the bond between her and Erie was stronger than ever and the normally feisty Green obeyed Erie without any issues. Which was lucky since the Whers and their handlers were expected to make their rounds through the gather, mingling and showing that they were indeed, better than the dragonriders.... however there was no way Erie was going to just smile and wave pleasantly, she was a grumpy and depressed Wherhandler and Faranth be damned if she was going to pretend to be anything but. She walked past a table and stopped, whistling to Erisk to wait, which the Green did, by pressing herself against Erie. The wherhandler looked at the woman, eyed her flit and frowned "Atype huh?" she said, though the answer was obvious "What's all this then?" she asked the woman, Her own Gold chirruping at the other female Flitter.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 11:25 am
He did like a good gather, and the reason for this one put him in an even more fey mood than normal. Victory for the revolution! The dawn of a new era, one where the worthy rose to the top rather than those who could mate with the right female at the right time. Of course, he was expecting a little trouble gaining the same respect as a wherhandler but that wasn't a problem; he could bide his time, make the right friends, and climb the ladder.
Part of his friends-making exercise today had been to ferry handlers and unbonded friends of the cause over from Malvren; he and Acriculeth had been at it for hours, and the bronze was now taking a nap up on his ledge. His new ledge; they had moved into a highly desirable weyr that had once belonged to a wingleader. Later on he would give his bondmate a nudge and they would philanthropically return to Malvren to do some more transport runs, but for now he was free to enjoy the pleasures of the gather.
Currently he was making for the firelizard beauty contest with Symphony perched neatly on his shoulder, keen to show the crimson off. He didn't necessarily want to win, he just wanted to place and get himself noticed at little. When he arrived there was a young woman already speaking to the organizer; he offered both women a warm winning smile. "Good afternoon ladies; am I in the right place to sign up for the firelizard contest? My name is A'nos, delighted to make your acquaintances."
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 7:44 pm
Rilli
She knew better than to pet another handlers wher but Sesk was being sooo adorable. It was hard to resist. Serom's complaints made her laugh heartily. "If you manage to do that let me know! We'd make a killing selling seats for the show!" She highly doubted any wher would consent to being made to dance but if there was one to change things Sesk might just be it.
Rilli scratched the back of her scalp, burynig her fingers deep in the unbrushed tunnelsnakes nest she called hair. She could tie a knot but bows weren't something she ever considered wearing before...with the lack of attention she put to her head a bow would almost seem vulgar. It looked cute on Sesk though.
Rilli finally noticed the lack of a brown wher at her side. She twisted her head about quickly before spotting his retreating form. "Risk! Get back here!" She pouted as he didn't even twitch a wing. "Risk! Ya sharding wherryhead I said come back!" Again, no response. She puffed her cheeks out and blew a sharp whistle, smiling with satisfaction when the creature paused in his steps and turned disgruntled eyes on her. She pointed two fingers at her own eyes then at him, waiting to feel the acceptance of her message before turning back to Serom. "There's no way I'd try to put a ribbon on Risk. It'd look as out of place on him as it would on me." Even with the minor trouble from her wher she was grinning with ease. "Ready to go and explore a bit? I've never been to Benden!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 7:54 pm
Snorting Serom shook his head grinning brightly at the younger girl at her comments. Perhaps seeing inf he could teach Sesk to sort of move to music was worth a try. She was certainly a bit too small to do much more then hunt tunnel snakes and she was so sharding pretty it seemed a shame for her to never be seen. "I'll let you know if we make any progress." He chuckled eyes bright as he watched Rilli's fingers practically twitch as Sesk rubbed against the woman's leg demanding attention. "Go ahead she loves to be petted, heck she loves all attention and affection. Just she doesn't want to give it out herself the selfish little harper diva that she is." Serom joked reaching down to pat the little greens head and grinning at Risk and Rilli's antics.
"Sure why not, let's go check out the gather and see what is to be seen. Who knows maybe Sesk can charm a few marks of a dumbfounded holder or two and we can test my theory on music with the harpers playing." He laughed good naturely striding towards the gathering and motioning the younger woman along. "C'mon then before your wher leaves us both in the dust. Sesk! C'mere girl. There'll be plenty more people to fawn over you with us." He called the little green chittering at the idea of a larger audience and daintily prancing at her handler's heels making sure to hold her head just right so as to show off her pretty ribbon. The whole seen with the older world worn man and the bright little green quite and odd one to say the least.
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