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Post by yankeegeek on Jul 27, 2009 21:08:06 GMT -5
Micidry woke up feeling funny. She knew Momma was out, and Da was still asleep. That wasn't so different, though. It happened lots. So long as one of them was always there, it didn't bother er. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she didn't want to go back to sleep.
She got out of bed. On his ledge outside, Qereth stirred. She waved to him, before going to wake Da.
About halfway there, she stopped, frowning. Her arm felt really itchy. She held it up, in the weak sunlight that was beginning to brighten the weyr.
Her arm., from elbow to wrist, looked funny. Bright red and dotted, hot to touch. It felt rough when she put her thumb on it, like a dragon's hide if he needed to be oiled.
She thought that over, seriously, and nodded. Putting her slippers on, clad in only a nightgown, she went down to the Lower Caverns to find one of the fish oil pails she'd seen riders use for their dragons.
It didn't occur to her to tell anyone before leaving. She looked around for Yimian, hopefully, as she climbed down to the kitchen area, but there was no sign of her.
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Post by Luna on Jul 28, 2009 21:16:23 GMT -5
In fact, the only one in the lower caverns at the moment, wasn't a person. It was a small brown flitt gorging himself on day old food missed by the drudges. He was scrawny and not built as well as others, probably just a stray. Once Micidry appeared he glanced up from his plate. After a quick chirrup he hopped closer towards her curiously.
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Post by yankeegeek on Jul 29, 2009 10:14:31 GMT -5
The kitchen was empty. She paused, frowning a little, before her attention was caught by the table's sole occupant.
Micidry stopped and stared, a delighted smile breaking over her face. "Hello," she said, softly. She didn't move closer, not wanting to scare the little creature. The adults in her family had always told her, let a dragon or flit come to you first, don't chase them.
She carefully held out a hand, palm up, wordlessly inviting him to come closer if he liked.
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Post by Luna on Jul 29, 2009 18:39:51 GMT -5
After taking one last chuck of dry meat off his plate the brown flitt turned his full attention to the little girl. Making little curious noises and crones he hesitantly made his way towards her. Anytime her weight shifted or she moved slightly, he'd pause and spread his wings as if he was ready to fly between at a moment's notice. Once he was only a few yards away he spread his wings fully before carefully extending his neck to sniff at her hand. Eyes whirling a soft, easy blue with slight strains of anxious yellow he made another soft chirrup before nuzzling her palm slightly. He loved to get petted when he could, but his tiny mind also remembered hard objects being thrown at him. The tinier ones didn't throw things often, but he was wary.
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Post by yankeegeek on Jul 29, 2009 20:58:52 GMT -5
Micidry waited with unusual patience. The brown reminded her of nothing so much as a tiny replica of Qereth. She couldn't remember a time when her father's dragon hadn't been there, as much a part of her family as her parents. It didn't seem odd to her to see another dragonkind/flit in the room.
Except, she'd noticed he looked thinner, and he shied off a little whenever she moved.
She did her best to keep very very still. Her own worry of earlier was forgotten in her focus on him.
When he came close enough to nuzzle at her fingers, she reached out carefully with her other hand to pat his head, then his neck.
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Post by Luna on Jul 29, 2009 22:20:59 GMT -5
He crooned very loudly when she patted him. He tilted his head for her to scratch his eye lids. He would be a little tense for a few more minutes, but if she didn't make any threatening moves he'd relax and stay for a while.
(( You can RP him following her for a day or so, but he'll leave. He is wild after all. Unless someone else pops in, this is kinda all I needed accomplished in this thread. Keep playing Micidry and maybe that rash will do ... ))
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