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 Fuzzy Things, [[Apima's Litter - SP:14]]
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 Posted: Apr 26 2016, 10:34 AM
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[[KITTENS! The re-homing will be decided on IC Q&A between Vessa and those who are interested. If for some reason it comes down to way too many great people and not enough kittens then the decision will be handed over to a random lottery with each interested character's name entered. Descriptions will be added in a later post. ^^]]

A foot slipped free of her furs to dangle off the edge of the bed, Vessa none the wiser to it having happened in her sleep until the sharp prick of tiny claws made purchase in flesh. Instinctively jerking her foot she heard the soft 'thump' of the offending creature as it landed on the floor and gave an annoyed mewl. Clearly the kit had only been playing and it was rather offended that its chosen toy had been snatched away so quickly.

Up in the highest rocky nook Poe stretched his wings and peered down at the four kittens running amok on the floor. Apima was in her kennel area but the smaller spotted versions of the older feline were more adept at escaping it, they had exploring to do and were not shy about wiggling between the slats. It was Solstice who took wing from the nook to gently glide down to ground level where he nipped at one of the kittens' tails before launching into the air once more. Though his hatching had been shadowed by the death of his mother in Apima's jaws the young black firelizard seemed to have no fear of the feline's young. Vessa had done her best over the nine sevendays with the kits to teach them it was not okay to 'hunt' pets - a lesson she had given up trying to teach their mother.

Initially she had feared the quartet would be mirror images of their parents - both were prone to not using a box and making messes in their respective homes, both were prone to hunting anything that moved, and overall both were just generally giant pains. Shortly after the small mewling balls of fur opened their eyes and began exploring more she realized that the kits were much calmer, despite all their playing and trouble making. They had taken to the box training fairly well, no doubt they needed to keep up with their training but she had high hopes it would stick with them. Even Apima seemed more likely to use her box after seeing her young do so; from time to time she still had 'accidents' outside of it which Vessa suspected were less accidental and more purposeful to remind her that this was the feline's domain. All four of the kits had grown quite a bit since birth and were slowly beginning to develop unique personalities, though all seemed to enjoy playing quite a lot.

Fuzzy things be gone now. Vessk trudged from her couch where the kittens had taken to batting at her tail to nudge Vessa's chest with her snout. Send away.

The handler knew her wher was right - all four of the kits were around the same age and size that she had received Apima at. Clearly they were ready for their new homes, but with how few people she knew around the Weyr she wasn't certain how she was to go about doing so. They didn't Impress like firelizards or pillies so she couldn't just let the kittens choose their own people, they would be likely to pounce on the first person to arrive just in an attempt to play. Certainly felines weren't meant for everyone - she wish someone had told her about all the quirks she would face with raising Apima - but these kittens at least seemed to have less of their mother's quirks. They were different from typical felines but she had a feeling it was due to them being of the Western stock, still she had hopes they might calm down more as they aged. Even if they didn't... well they wouldn't really be her problem anymore would they?

Shifting her legs under the furs she felt the weight of one of the kits jumping onto her in an attempt to attack the moving furs. Smiling she sat up and plucked the spotted feline up to pet it gently before setting it aside. "I suppose you're right... They are ready for their own homes." There was still the issue of figuring out where those homes would be, but thankfully the kittens had woken her at an opportune time for her to try and catch both riders and handlers awake. Late enough that a good number of people who were often up and about during the day might be wandering the Weyr still and not in bed, and that some handlers might already be awake. Pulling her night clothes off she avoided being pounced and scratched by curious little claws with ease - she'd had plenty of practice over the past few sevendays. Dressing in light clothing that was just enough to ward off any early evening chill her lips pursed together as she regarded the rambunctious quartet running in circles around her room. "I'm going to miss them."

Still see. Someone else problem though. Always the encouraging one, though Vessa was certain she could feel a tinge of sadness from the green.

Leaning down she snatched up the closest one and held it against her stomach as she moved to her desk to tug open one of the drawers. A wherryhide harness was wrangled onto the kit before she set it down and grabbed up the next one, leaving it to play with the long lead attached to the harness. They would not last for much longer as the kittens continued to grow but she had traded to have them made so she could get them used to going for walks. Though they all loved going for walks they hated the harnesses, hopefully they would grow out of it but if not... well it wouldn't be her problem to deal with. After much struggling and having to fetch the final kitten from under her bed furs she finally had all four fitted to go out and with a light tug on their leads she had them headed out the door.

It was not an exceedingly long trip from her quarters out into the weyrbowl, but with four curious kittens it took a lot longer than she anticipated. Vessk's goggles reflected the fading light from Rukbat as she lounged in the Weyrbowl having trudged ahead of the mewling fuzzy things, watching as they pounced and pranced their way along into the bowl. FUZZY THINGS! COME GET! The announcement was short, sweet, and somewhat vague but hopefully enough to get the curious to come out and see what the fuss was about. As the first person drew near - whether they were actually there for the kittens or not - Vessa smiled brightly, "They're adorable, aren't they? All of them are looking for homes... would you like one?"

It wouldn't be quite so simple, despite the nudging from Vessk to just throw them at the first four people she saw Vessa had a plan. Questions - lots of questions would be asked. She couldn't just send these precious little babies home with someone who wouldn't actually love them or be able to care for them properly. Not that it had been an issue for the Hold to pack up Apima and send her on her way with no questions asked - but this was different. These were hers.

Sionask come? Fuzzy things go away now. Sionask's might say bye? Vessk bespoke the bronze, in case His might be as emotionally involved with the kittens being rehomed as Hers seemed to be.


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 Posted: Apr 26 2016, 02:53 PM
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Sionask tipped his head to one side and eyed his handler. Sion was hunched over his desk scribbling away on some parchment. It was about plants and healing, things Sionask was not overly concerned about when they didn’t concern him directly. A trip out might be more interesting, the wher thought, his eye colours drifting through several shades as he considered.

Vessk say Magnus’ hatchlings go now. Want go and see? the wher asked, being sure to keep his ‘voice’ quiet. Startling Sionalo when he was writing always resulted in the human sulking over ruined materials.

Sion looked up and blinked at his wher. Oh yes, the kittens. In the bronzehandler’s mind they were still indistinctly marked mewling fluffballs, but doing some mental calculations he realised they’d probably be about the same age as Magnus was when Sion had brought him home in a basket and had his life turned upside down by the demanding feline. “Vessa’s giving them away to people? Now?”

Yes? the wher sounded a bit uncertain, that certainly seemed to be what Vessk was indicating, though the green hadn’t said as much.

Sion supposed he should go and see. If only to warn the prospective feline owners what they might be getting into, though Apima’s kittens certainly seemed better socialised then their parents had been. For a wild moment he considered taking Magnus out there, but rejected the idea quickly. Combining an activity that might involve a lot of people with the feline’s daily exercise was not wise, even if Magnus was less aggressive toward strangers outside what he considered his territory. Instead the wherhandler left his quarters trailing Sio and his trio of firelizards, who certainly did not want to be left behind with Magnus.

“Hey grandmother feline.” Sion hailed the other wherhander as he approached Vessa, and the four leashed kittens. “I hear our grandchildren are looking for new homes.”
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(W'o and Lemasyth. Tag: Tanner )

With a gurgled purr Lemasyth was gently butting his head against W'o's back. He wanted to see the baby furry things, and he was sure that Tanner would want to see. He wanted to see their Tanner.

~Are we going to see the fuzzy things?~ he asked softly of their Tanner, regardless of where the girl was. Even if she was in the process of running right up to his face and throwing her arms around his face. If she wasn't yet arriving, he was sure she'd help get Wood to the fuzzy things, and offered her the image of them at the lake. W'o had just finished oiling him, so he was looking especially smart, well Lemmy was, W'o was in a state of being half dressed, with just shorts covering him. Not a state that he was inherently pleased about; Wood preferred to be properly dressed in some fashion, but bathing and oiling a dragon was messy work.

While waiting for his younger sibling to come get him, he retrieved a pair of sandals to put on. Calm, as he usually was, the Harper didn't hesitate to offer his hand, should Tanner wish to take it, and followed as she would lead. Lemasyth trailed behind, wings opening just enough to twitch.

~Do you know about the fuzzy things?~ Tanner seemed to know everything about living things. When they got there, the blue hoped he'd be allowed to get close and get a good look at the 'fuzzy things'. He wasn't so little any more though, maybe he wouldn't fit.

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 Posted: Apr 28 2016, 10:46 PM
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Lerian was in a bit of a quandary.

She was trying to find something interesting to do that evening, something related to her lessons with the Harpers and her father's Trader kinsmen. The seven turn-old was learning the basics of singing from her teachers (the one not falling asleep all the time, anyway), plus some new magic tricks taught her by her older cousin in the train. Said cousin specialized in animal tricks, which intrigued the young girl no end, given her natural interest in pets. And while she had a decent collection of trainable pets already (seven flitters and a rare gold snyt; a turnday gift from her sire), she was always on the lookout for another interesting pet to teach tricks to.

So when her flitters told her the message about the free fuzzy things being given away in the Weyrbowl, Lerian was intrigued. What kind of fuzzy things was the wher talking about? One of the giant canines that came from the frozen north in recent turns? Guided by her fair to the right place, she saw that it was a woman giving away spotted kittens instead. The kind with the wild spots on them; were they truly one of the huge wildcats people were keeping as pets now? And given away, instead of sold? What were the odds of that?

And what was the catch? Her father's warnings - and lessons - taught her that there was always a hidden price to things that seemed to be too good to be true. But free wildcats had to be investigated, she decided. Just in case it was true and all. If she kept her wits about her, she could avoid any pitfalls, she thought, and still gain a kitten for herself. Lerian would tell her father about the kittens later, after this was done with. If she told him now, he'd say no and keep her away from the kittens until it was too late to get one. This way was best, then, in her mind.

Putting on her most charming innocent smile, she approached the woman with the four kittens on a leash. "Hello, wherhandler, pretty wher," the girl addressed Vessa and Vesk. Her fair, with the exception of Strong Guy, she ordered to watch from a small distance away, as to not confuse the babies or their human caretaker. "Are these kittens yours? Can I pet them? Please?" she said, tossing in a bit of shyness to go with her politeness. In case the woman and her wher didn't like loud rowdy children around them.

Her Brown stayed close to her, obstinately as protection, but in truth to test his wrestling skills against these feline challengers. He gave the kittens a playbow, inviting them to test their skills against his. He wasn't going to hurt them of anything, just play with them. Good opponents were hard to find, at least in his mind.
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Cutter was getting older. That was undeniable to Izanen. The canine, now grey about the muzzle and with a few more aching joints than before, was a wonderful companion to his crawling child. He just didn't know if the canine would manage to make it through Zaderiah's crawling stage. The boy loved Cutter. Izanen was at a loss of what do to about keeping himself - and his son - in company with a furry pet. He didn't want to leave Zad (or, Faranth help him) at a loss when Cutter finally died.

The call of kitties seemed to be almost Faranth-sent to his thoughts.

Izanesk be coming for feline-friend? Let's see if good match. Izanesk's eyes were whirling as she gave a tap of her muzzle to Cutter's sleeping form. Cutter stirred, yawned, then stood to attend Hers as he made way to the door's entrance.

Is being Apima's. Be good for litter.

Izanen nodded. He knew the owner, then. A small smile flitted over his face. He liked Vessa. She'd been good company before. It seemed right to visit her, whether or not there was a kitten involved. Blinking out into the evening light - it was early for him in terms of the day, and that worked in his favor - Izanen spotted the Rider quickly enough. He straightened up, Cutter keeping pace with him as he walked over. He wasn't the only one interested, apparently, and kept his place in the small crowd. When she looked over he grinned and gave a small wave.
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Qaelis hunched his shoulders, glancing at his father, lower lip pouting out. But Q'sis still stared right past him, into the water where the shimmering line of his fishing pole seemed to end. Seeking now, the boy turned his head more pointedly at his elder, blinking in a flutter. But Q'sis ignored him. Or, Qaelis thought as he sighed his way back into facing the line, did not notice. The two black-haired, dark-skinned figures of them sat atop a boulder a few feet out into the lake, cut almost to silhouettes by the low light. The trace of reflecting water painted up the rock to Q'sis's feet, and the darkness about the ankles of his trousers, explained how they had gotten there.

A bucket sat between their extended legs, a single palm-sized fish swimming pitiful circles within it. Every day his father was not here, he caught five fish for dinner. When Q'sis showed to watch? One. But were those flat, dark eyes even looking for fish today? Qaelis had once found his father's hollow gaze discomforting, or frightening even when he was smaller. Now he had gotten used to it, aside from how that look never really told him what the rider was thinking. He had asked Naiu what she thought of it once. She laughed at him.

Q'sis moved while he was thinking, and Qaelis followed his father's lead, tilting his head toward an oncoming...mass. Fur with legs. Many legs, too many. And a wher. And a woman on top of all that, though her height did not put her as far above the animals as normal. Qaelis started to tip back to his line, only to find his father coming to life beside him like a blossoming statue.

"Umm," the boy squeaked as Q'sis slid his legs down the rock then splashed his sandaled feet into the shallows. Then two large hands reached up and seized him at the waist, abducting him from the perch so fast he could barely lay his fishing pole down on the bouldertop before he was carried to shore. He was set down in front of his father, and one of Q'sis's hands remained on his shoulder as they faced the oncoming horde.

"You are foolish," Q'sis said, and as Qaelis peered down at the face of one of the ambling kittens he was inclined to agree. Then he realized Q'sis was speaking to the woman. "Giving away what you could market. But then, perhaps you find dependency agreeable." Qaelis could hear the smirk in his father's voice, or maybe it was more of a charming sneer. There was a quality to it, a humor, that he could not rationalize, so he tried to convince himself he was misinterpreting. "Boy," fell the address immediately, like Q'sis had heard his thoughts. Qaelis straightened.

"Yes, Father."

"What do you think of these beasts, folly of the Lady of the West?"

Qaelis blinked again at the cats, his lips pulling side to side out of balance.

"They do not talk like dragons or watchwhers." And he bowed his head as best he could at Vessk. "I do not know the point of them." The hand on his shoulder tightened, warm and firm, and Qaelis sensed approval in its grasp.

"Of course." That humor again, like there was some massive joke his father was uninclined to lay out obviously by laughing. "Who could?" Q'sis grinned at Vessa. "Surely that Lady should not be indulged with a legacy of fur, but here we are." And they were not the only ones. There must have been planning, or a summons, because other people were creeping in from the dim ending of the day. Qaelis took to ogling after the bronzehandler on approach. Q'sis turned his head slightly to identify Izanen.

The kittenhandler had more people to address than them, and in the interim Qaelis stepped to Q'sis's left side and looked up.

"Do you know her?" he asked, a question that drew an unexpectedly sharp look down at him. "The wherhandler? Is she your friend?" he elaborated, shifting his chin Vessa's way. The scrutiny left his father's face.

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At the bronze's arrival Vessk gave a soft croon causing Vessa to turn and smile as Sionalo approached, "Yes it is time for them to find new homes. Here, you can help." Tossing him two leashes she grinned, "They actually don't seem as bad as Apima was. They use the box and everything... Which is good or they may not have lived this long." A bitter laugh escaped her lips but was cut short when the Weyrleader's child approached - all by herself. A weyrling, his dragon, and another girl had come from the other direction at the same time and she offered them a nod.

Good good. Take fuzzy things away now. Vessk proclaimed and counted the people, if one more showed up they could be rid of all of the kittens in no time! Excited as she was the look that Vessa offered her green was not one of amusement as she looked to the girl again, "Yes they are mine for now, and you may pet any of them you'd like."

A trundlebug had captured the attention of the two kittens Vessa still had full control over, while the other two were far more interested in the girl and her pets. Seeing the brown firelizard the slightly larger kitten's tail flicked back and forth and it crouched down, shoulders wiggling up and down before jumping towards him - only to have the leash stop her short of making contact with the girl's pet. "Now now, that wasn't very nice," Vessa chided the kitten who continued to watch the firelizard and girl. "Sorry about that, they seem to get very curious about pets but I don't think any of them would really do any harm... unlike their mother. They seem a tad on the tamer side."

Ruffling her fingers between the kitten's ears she stood up straight and looked around to see Izanesk, Izanen, and Cutter. "Has she finally convinced you that you need a feline? Or is she here to run experiments?" Vessa offered in a friendly tone as she waved back to her fellow handler. Before she could say more she felt a tug on one of the leashes in her hand and looked down to see one of the kittens rolling onto his back to chew on the leash. Shaking her head she let out a giggle as she leaned down to fix the leash from getting too tangled or being chewed in half. Standing up once more her mouth opened to ask Izanen something only to be interrupted once more - this time by the approach of Q'sis and his son.

Dragon man. Vessk crooned to the tanrider before making her way over to sniff lightly at his boy. What call this one? Bumping her head gently against the boy's chest she sat down in front of him staring from behind her goggles.

"That may be, however I find myself wanting for little..." Eyes danced rather quickly from rider to son then back to the towering man in a reaction that revealed more than she intended. Face remained painted in a friendly smile as she nodded to one of the kittens, "My name is Vessa. You're welcome to pet the kittens if you'd like."

Through all the chit-chatting the curious kitten who had tried to take on Strong Guy was purring and rubbing against Lerian's hand as she was being petted. Seeing this the handler smiled brightly before narrowing her eyes ever so slightly at the girl, "She seems to have taken quite a liking to you..."


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After a long day spent racing between chores, meals, and stalking the waterfowl that had taken up a honking residence out on the weyr lake, Tanner had begun to drift into an early slumber in the crèche. Until a soundless voice shattered through the early mist of sleep.

“Fuh-FUZZY?” She awoke with a start, green eyes blinking wide. Shimmer yawned, beholding her with half-lidded eyes as she scrambled to stuff her boots back on and locate the little cloth bag that held her ‘field supplies’. Glimmer, fully awake and on-duty as the girl’s nocturnal guardian, watched her with a tilted head and a questioning squeak. “We’re going back out, Glimmer!” she told the stoat, as she pulled the bag’s strap triumphantly over her shoulder. “There’s something out there—something fuzzy—and we’re going to find out what.”

Glimmer understood little of that, but she did understand that her girl was leaving, marching off toward the crèche door, and it was her job to be with Tanner, wherever and whenever she went. With another squeak, the auburn stoat bounced off after the girl. Shimmer made the short, sulky flight to her shoulder, and curled himself around her neck like a great purple scarf, nestling his head onto her shoulder beneath the curtain of blonde waves despite the bouncing gait of his perch.

“Lemmy!” She did indeed greet the round-figured blue by throwing her arms around his face when she happened upon him and W’o in the bowl, the weyrling pair having correctly surmised that there was no more effective Tanner-bait than the promise of mysterious animals. “You’re so big!” she said, looking up at him with the same undiminished awe she had every time she saw him. “Why do you want to be so big, Lemmy? Do you just want to make me feel tiny?” She grinned as she teased her favorite blue. Then glanced aloofly around at her older brother.

“Oh, and I guess you’re here, too.” She strode past him as though indifferent to his presence, though the glitter of mischief in her eyes surely gave her away. In any case, she merrily took his offered hand, tugging it to pull him along more quickly toward the small crowd in the bowl. “We are going to see the fuzzy things, Lemmy! I don’t know what they are yet—the wher didn’t say, you see—but I’ll probably know when I see it! I mean, unless it’s something I’ve never seen before—oh, wouldn’t that be exciting?—but either way I’m going to find out!”

As it turned out, she did recognize the creatures on sight—in a sense. “Kittens!” she squealed, eyes widening in delight as she watched them all mewling and playing. Glimmer eyed them warily, while Shimmer took no notice, going right on with his nap. While the allure of the little furballs certainly hadn’t faded, Tanner’s more analytical mind soon leapt in to join the action. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen felines with fur patterns quite like that before,” she remarked to her brother. “In fact…no, I am one-hundred-percent completely positive I haven’t.” She took her writing utensil out of her bag, along with not a hide, but a large scrap of fabric, and began sketching out one of the kittens. The overall shape was crude, but the marking she drew on it had a surprising accuracy in comparison.

“Um, excuse me? Where…did these kittens come from? I—I haven’t seen any quite like those, before,” she asked Vessa, smiling at the greenhandler.

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From her ledge high above the dining hall, two bright blue eyes peered through the fading light toward the little cluster of activity far on the other side, at the foot of the eastern wall. Her facets sparkled in the red sunset. And at last, the tan queen wiggled into action.

Oh Skallaaaa! My dear Skalla~

Yes Selkyth, my dear Selkyth?

It’s the very most wonderful thing! Over there on the ground fuzzy babies abound and my heart’s one desire’s to siiiiiiing!…with a kitten~

Kittens?

Why yes my Skalla, the most beautiful kittens, too! A blue firelizard, a cute little flitter, he showed them to meeee~ And they all need a home and it’s ever so sad, not having a home! Can’t we please go and see them so one of them won’t have to…not-have-a-hoooome?

Roam?

Oh yes! Not have to ROOAAAM!

Skalla set down her tiny pliers, casting a critical eye over the dark bronze metal wires she had been artfully bending into a frame in the shape of a whersport. For the first time that evening, she was aware how dark it had gotten. The tanrider pulled her magnifying spectacles off her head, setting them down on her workbench, and collapsed gracefully back in her chair, arms curling over the armrests as she considered her darling tan’s request. Skalla had never felt any great pull toward animals. She had Grimoire, of course, but the iron provided a practical advantage, carrying correspondence between herself and her clients, and even making small deliveries. He was…dependable. Could one say the same for any feline?

Still, while Skalla was indifferent, Selkyth had always loved all creatures so. Something small and furry, if it could be persuaded into friendship with a predator that made a mountain beside it, would bring the tan such joy. And who was she, Skalla, to deny the pull of the moment? When all had lined up just so for Selkyth to see the kittens, and want so badly for them to adopt one—shouldn’t she see how that would play out? Felines were independent. She could surely manage one well enough.

Selkyth wiggled with joy as Skalla came striding out of her weyr toward the ledge, the tan’s paws shuffling as she all but pranced in place. She continued to sing, making up a new song about kittens and all of their virtuely virtues, as she glided down, a wide shadow over the lake, and landed in a springy thud beside the crowd. Her crowned head bobbed above the many human ones, trying to get a better look down at the precious creatures. She warbled and trilled softly, an accompaniment to the louder song in her head, as Skalla dismounted.

“Q’sis,” she wiggled her fingers at her tanriding wingmate. “I didn’t fancy you for the fuzzy-wuzzy, baby feline type. There really are new surprises every day.” She stepped closer to the kittens, peering down at them appraisingly. “How peculiar.” She flashed a more businesslike smile to the pridesecond. “My dragon thinks your kittens are just darling. What would we need to do to acquire one?”

Oh Skalla, all I need to do is sing, and one will come to me! the tan sang enthusiastically to all present. aaAAaaAAaa, aaAAaaAAaa, aaAAaaAAaa—aaAA!
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In her mind's eye she had imagined things would be far less chaotic - but with two kittens on the end of the leashes she held tumbling around getting tangled up and the multitude of people who came either to just look or ask about the kittens; she felt very out of control of the entire situation. Taking a deep breath she took a step back from the small crowd of riders, weyrlings, and assorted others, "If everyone can quiet down a moment, I'm sure there are plenty of questions about these cute little bundles of fur!"

A stern yet friendly tone, she wanted to be sure they all heard her and listened but that none were put off. "As you can see there are four kittens here, my western feline gave birth about two sevendays ago. They are very adorable but they are definitely a responsibility not all are suited for. Unlike their mother, and their father whom is owned by Sionalo here," she motioned with a nod of her head towards the bronzehandler, "they seem to be taking to box training well. They have not yet tried to eat any of my firelizards so I am cautiously optimistic that this means they don't have as strong of a predatory instinct as their dam and sire do." A glance was given towards the kitten playing with the large brown firelizard who had accompanied the Weyrleader's daughter. Another deep breath, "As for what it takes to have one of the kittens I am not asking for marks," a pointed look towards Q'sis, "nor any goods in return. I simply want to ensure they will be well cared for and loved. They will likely be a handful, I cannot promise they may not ruin something in your quarters. But they are good companions. Also they are great conversation starters." A bright smile to the crowd as she looked from face to face to see which among them seemed most serious about wanting a kitten - and which she felt might do well with them. It was hard to decide now after having them in her room for the past few sevendays. Having watched them take their first wobbly steps and hearing their soft little mewls. Still she knew there was no way she could keep them all, or even one of them - Apima was more than enough.

While up until this point Vessk seemed content to act as though the fuzzy things meant little to her she suddenly squared herself up and addressed the crowd, Want fuzzy thing? Fuzzy thing make noises sometimes. Can be handling that? Can be feeding fuzzy thing fishes and wherries? Won't hunt. Momma fuzzy thing not like when others near MY Vessa. Growl and grumble lots. Claws and teeth. Little fuzzy things no mind as much but may-be. Still little. Get big. Not so big as whers, big than other no spot felines.

"Oh, yes, she is right. Their mother is not friendly towards visitors... she seems rather protective of me. Very much a 'one person' type creature. I honestly don't know how the kittens will be as they get older but I've done my best to socialize them a lot in hopes they won't be quite so... intimidating to others." Suddenly it dawned upon her that one of the girls had asked her a question. Turning to Tanner she smiled, "Their mother and father came from Western Hold, Lady Irohvyne breeds them and I was among the lucky few to win one during a raffle a few summers back. I didn't intend to breed Apima but she clearly had other plans for herself."

A look was given to the singing tan and Vessa could hardly contain a giggle as she looked to her rider, "If after hearing all the ups and downs of having a kitten you think you're up for the challenge I'm certain that you and your lovely tan would do well with one. I've noticed they are more active at night than during the day, but then again so am I. You'll need a box for messes, you can have the harness and leash but the harness will need to be altered or a new one put together entirely. They do have a tendency to get into things - if you're particular about things being 'just so' then they may not be the best pet. Very curious little things."

Even as she said this one of the kittens she had the leash to stopped tumbling around with his sibling, ears flicked towards the singing tan. Why was it making that noise? Was it hurt? Suddenly he pounced towards the tan fully set to investigate the much larger creature, no fear being shown as he stalked towards her until he hit the end of his leash.

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Tanner didn't disappoint. Lemasyth offered her the likely familiar gurgled purr. She always made him feel so warm and happy, his very best friend he was sure. With a warm brush against her mind, the blue shared his happiness. Once his face was released, then he tipped his head at her question, before looking back over his shoulder. Rustling a wing, he then craned his neck to look along his sides, before craning it to look down, trying to get a good measure of his front.

~It just... seems to keep happening. Maybe I am big so we can bring back lovely things back, when we go on adventures. ~ He offered in a somewhat hushed voice. Whether they'd discussed it before or not, it seemed that the blue had been thinking a great deal on what kind of fun they could halve, once he was old enough that they could leave the Weyr. Lemmy wasn't sure about it, adventures could be scary, dangerous, but they were also exciting and fun. Hopefully Tanner would make up their minds for them. making decisions was hard work, and W'o wasn't helpful in this case.

W'o raised a brow, though her teasing was obvious, amusing even. Though he kept a serious, almost especially stern look, the severity of his displeasure was undercut by a gentle squeeze to her hand. He might have smirked just a bit, had they been in a slightly less public venture. Dragged along, he likely spotted the source of the commotion first, given the difference in his their height. Wood kept quiet about it, not wanting to ruin the surprise for her.

Studying the fuzzy things for himself. A mewling mess, cute sure, but he could imagine the manner of mess they would make. Noodle was plenty mess on his own, still they were adorable. Perhaps Tanner would be adding to her menagerie.

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Lerian thought over the words the Greenhandler said about the kittens and the problems they could cause. She knew her father liked things in his weyr nice and neat, everything in its place, so he could easily find stuff he needed later. But he also had his own small fair of pet flitters as well, at least one of which liked to explore everything and anyplace she found herself. But that was with a pet he had since before her birth, and not a baby cat that existed now.

She also remembered what her cousin the animal trainer said about training animals, that once you knew why they did what they did, then you could use that knowledge to make them do what you wanted them to do. In the cousin's case, that was getting creatures like jungle cats to jump through flaming hoops. In her case, with this cat, it would be...what? Who knew at this point? She'd have to get to know the kitten first, and learn what its strengths and weaknesses were first. Of course, step one was to get the kitten....

"I think I understand what you're saying," Lerian told Vessa thoughtfully, as she petted the playful little kitten that wanted to play with her eager Brown. "I would have to feed it and clean up its messes, like I have to do with my flitters." One of her father's rules for acquiring more pets was that she had to do the dirty work of taking care of them, like oiling and feeding and teaching them to stay out of trouble. "But I've been doing that for turns. Those are mine, too," waving at the small group of flitters - two Cyans, two Blues, a Green, and a Pink - sitting close by in a group, keeping mostly quiet as they watched the proceedings. "And I know people who can help me train a kitty if I need help."

Strong Guy, meanwhile, was having fun testing himself against the kitten. He made sure not to hurt it with his claws, but otherwise was having fun. He trilled his happiness even after the match ended and His began petting the kitten again. He, at least, would be happy to have this extra member added to their little household.
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"Fuzzy things?"

An eyebrow was raised as Rayna looked towards the lake. Currently she was assisting with some bags of firestone. No it wasn't usually her job and typically fell to the candidates or Weyrlings but she happened to be walking past and saw that they needed help. It was in the final stages, at least. By the time they had finished their work, a small group had gathered at the lake. Curiosity had apparently gotten the better of a couple of her wingriders too, as she spotted Skalia and Q'sis approach Vessa. Sionalo and Izanen also seemed quite interested.

Against perhaps her better judgement, Rayna wanted to know what Vessk was talking about. So she walked down to join the rest of the small group, crossing her arms across her chest. Ah yes. Those things. Rayna wasn't sure about them. It had once been indicated to Rayna that it was folly to trust such creatures and Rayna was somewhat inclined to agree but... Then again... Seeing the small creatures it was actually hard to think of them as dangerous.

No, I really draw the line at a cat. I accepted a pillie because Hemetath insisted but this, I do not accept.
You didn't like Sherbie and you still haven't accepted her!
If I did accept her our Weyr would likely be invaded by all manner of small critters.
Well, I will at least investigate the matter.
And it begins. Please do not bring home a stray, I beg of you.

Couineth came to stand near her rider, eyeing the kittens with wariness. She was incredibly dubious about whether or not this was even a good idea. Many of the others around seemed far more interested in receiving one of the animals.


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Q'sis's eyes focused, pupils drawing tight as Vessk bespoke him directly. He waved at his son.

"Qaelis, my boy. The girl is Naiu." Not that the younger and more energetic sample of his offspring was about. Qaelis bunched his lips up in a determined wrinkle at his sister's name, then blinked back at the watchwher eyeing him. After a few seconds he moved to sit down next to her, on the rock. Q'sis glanced between the two of them, but Qaelis showed no interest in anything but reclining next to the green.

At that moment a tan came down upon them, but not his. He looked all the way up at the dragon's eyes- Qaelis, ever-observant, following his lead once he noticed the phenomenon of his father peering skywards at someone -then sniffed appropriately at Skalla's tease. "You should negotiate a price," he warned Vessa one last time, before the handler went ahead and gave away free marks to the other tanrider.

Selkyth's glossy tones were a normalcy for anyone in the Queens' Wing, but when Vessk continued to speak, mind-to-mind, the taller tanrider rubbed at his temple and settled back a step. Drawing his thumb against the crag of his left brow, he shut his eyes. "Raffles," he scoffed. "I should have guessed. The Lady is almost as bad with marks as you are, though their worth may be beyond her."

It was not the wingbeats of the golden queen but the uniquely small footstep of her diminutive rider that got his eyes open again, dark as ever, fixing momentarily on the Weyrwoman's figure, then her face. Unath thumped down a few feet into the lake behind him, but once landed mostly seemed fascinated by some aspect of Selkyth, and sat goggling at the other tan.

Hello hello hello. Hello.

Qaelis got up at last, touching Vessk on the shoulder to keep his balance, but then removing his hand. He remembered his lessons: holders bow. But he was not one of those, even if he had been born within stone.
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Smiling as it seemed set that at least one kitten was going home with someone who could handle him she turned her eyes to Q'sis and his son briefly, before Lerian had her attention once more. Listening to the girl she mulled it over in her mind, she had plenty of pets already and she had already thought about training - sure she was young and Vessa really didn't need the Weyrleader upset with her for just handing over a kitten to her... but really it seemed most of the people gathered were simply curious and not truly interested. Biting her bottom lip she nodded to the girl, "You must promise me that if you run into any problems with her that you'll find me for help. And if for some reason you cannot keep her you will give her back to me, alright? You seem very responsible for your age. I'm certain she will be in good hands with you."

Reaching out she gently took the leash from Sionalo for the kitten before handing it over to Lerian. "You'll have to think of a good name for her."

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A gentle smile as she made sure the girl had a good grip on the leash before she noticed another figure had approached the small group. "Weyrwoman Rayna, have you come to acquire a kitten? I'm not asking anything for them," eyes flicked towards Q'sis briefly before returning to the goldrider, "just that they find a good home."

Qaelis. Be calling something else? Now she was speaking directly to the boy, leaving the tanrider out of the conversation. When he touched her, albeit just to steady himself as he stood, she crooned and gently pushed into the touch affectionately. Be hope for big wing or wher like Vessk when older hatchling?

The green wher was not the only one to show interest in the boy as the kitten whose leash remained in Vessa's hand wandered in his direction. Qaelis was given an inquisitive sniff by the kitten before it sat back on its haunches and mewled, loudly. Vessa could not hide the small smirk on her lips at the kitten's interest in Qaelis but she masked it by looking around at the others gathered. Seeing the kitten Sionalo had trying to stalk towards Izanesk she waited until she could catch the orangehander's eye and nodded at the spotted kitten, "Seems far more interested in Izanesk than her mother was."


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Q'sis managed to time a look from one of the feline's leashes to Vessa right when she consulted him. He got in a smirk too, before her gaze fled back to Rayna.

Qaelis's hand drew further from Vessk when the watchwher pushed at his departing palm. He looked her up and down, then spread his fingers over the bald green hide between her headknobs. Blinking, he tucked one fingertip behind the nearer knob and scrubbed the known weak spot.

"You are not dry here like a dragon," he informed her. Not that dragons spent a lot of their time in cracked, itchy discomfort, but it was one of the tell-tale locations when an oiling was due. "I will Impress a dragon." Not a boast but a fact. "Don't...do not see a reason for anything else. The dragon first, then the rest. Not that I do not train in anything else." He straightened, aware without looking that he had drawn his father's gaze. And the Weyrwoman was near, and though his shoulders were as high as he thought he could hold them, acknowledging her was not...

He stole a look at Q'sis. An unreadable black wall, with a wild feline's mane of authority. Should have known better. A better distraction made itself known: the yowl at his feet sent him jumping, thinking he had somehow stepped on a tail of infant paw. He managed to jump all the way behind Vessk, hands propped behind her wing stubs as he peeked over at the interloper.

The kitten did not look disturbed. His father- another check upwards, almost to the sky -had a half-lidded, sleepy dragon type look. Qaelis's cheeks darkened, then he crept out to Vessk's side once more. He bent to pat the kitten's head. "There, there," he told it, as if the kitten was the one needing comfort.

A kitten did not feel like a dragon or watchwher at all. Nor was it like some other gross kid's hair. It was like a little pillow with a shape. Qaelis smiled, as much as he dared.
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As she was addressed by the wherhandler, Rayna turned her attention to Vessa, one hand now resting lightly on her hip.
"Well, I use admit they do seem very interesting."
Honestly, the Weyrwoman's couldn't say for sure whether she wanted one as desperately as some of the other people did however, the benefits of having a cat such as this could not go completely ignored. Following this, she cast her gaze once more at the rest of the people waiting for Vessa to make her decisions. The fact that there were children here also made her awkward. Not because she couldn't handle kids but taking something away from a child just seemed... Mean.

"I would love to be considered at least to have one of them. I am certain I could offer them a happy home."
She could already feel the grump that was Couineth considering the new addition that could be in their Weyr. Sure, the gold didn't like sharing her rider with anyone but at least, Rayna reflected, there was no mental bond with one of these kittens.

"It is very kind of you to offer them like this."
Of course, selling them could have proven a slightly more difficult venture. There was enough interest here for a sale to be made, for sure, but as always not all the riders had much wealth to their names. It was a rather selfless thing she was doing for the people gathered.


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TAKE TOO LONG! In a rare show of grumpiness Vessk's voice flooded the minds of those gathered and she snorted. A step forward brought her next to the boy she had been attempting to befriend and she nudged him with her head closer to the kitten. You take. Fuzzy thing belong to dragon man hatchling. Good good.

As the green wher turned her eyes towards Sionalo and the kitten he was in charge of Vessa stepped in. "Weyrwoman Rayna I would be delighted to have you take one of the kittens. If you have any questions feel free to contact me at any time." Closing the gap between herself and the bronze handler she offered a soft smile, "Next time, perhaps?" Stepping closer she offered quietly, "Though I'm sure Q'sis will be beside himself hearing that Vessk gave his son a kitten. The boy seems smart enough and is certainly old enough, but you know Q'sis." Of course she wasn't certain if the other handler had dealt with the tanrider at all, but no doubt the man had a reputation for being rather intolerable - or so she had gathered in her time at Dalibor.

A gentle touch to the orangehandler's arm as she passed by before she reached Sionalo and lightly took the leash from him, "Our duty as grandparents is over it seems."

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The kitten in question had lost interest in the orange wher and was instead watching a buzzing vtol intently when a gentle tug on its leash had it walking with Vessa to the Weyroman. Handing over the leash she smiled brightly before returning to Qaelis and the kitten that Vessk had practically thrust the boy at. "Of course I will not hold you to her demands, unless you are indeed interested." Eyes remained fixed on the boy despite clearly knowing Q'sis was right there. "You seem like you have a good head on your shoulders... Would you be interested in taking this kitten as your own?"

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All be done now. Go. Take fuzzy things. Shoo. As far as Vessk was concerned the boy was clearly the new owner of the kitten and with the other three having found homes with Skalla, Lerian, and Rayna there was no reason for people to linger about.


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Q'sis blinked at the outburst, then rubbed the corner of his eye with one finger.

"I am standing here," he observed in Vessa's direction as she went around apologizing for him. He looked down at his son. Qaelis had mushed the kitten's ears under his hands, and his eyes widened when the fuzzy pink structures simply popped back up afterwards.

The kitten mewled, incredibly loud again, and Qaelis started to fall backwards, caught himself on one hand, then took a more controlled sit in the dirt. The cat took advantage, crawling immediately towards his lap. Qaelis put his hands over its sides, bracing his thumbs under its front legs and lifting its torso up till they were nearly face to face. The kitten mewed at him. Vessa's question had long passed, and the boy did nothing but blink at the fuzzball.

"It is a boy, like me," he concluded.

"Qaelis," his father began.

Qaelis tucked the kitten up against his chest, climbed to his feet, and ran away.

"He can hunt tunnelsnakes for the creche like the weasels...!" was the parting insult.

"It is going to eat the damn weasels!" Q'sis shouted back, a rare show of volume that made the kitten in Qaelis's arms flatten its ears back. And like a fine instrument, Q'sis tuned back to silence right away, only the echoes of his bass persuasion left to swim around the Bowl.

The Weyrwoman had been the second recipient of a final feline. Q'sis ignored her to step closer to Vessa, glaring at her. "You seem to have made him happy," he intoned, deep and near ferocious. Grumpy as a watchwher. Only this beast smiled at her, after maintaining his scowl with fierce precision for a good five seconds. He held out his palm toward the handler she had been exchanging kitten leashes with. "What is this?" he asked, and his tone had gone straight from outrage to tease. "A side dish?"
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"I promise," Lerian told Vessa, barely keeping the excitement from her voice. A kitten! A wild(ish) kitten was hers now! She succeeded in getting one! The girl gleefully took the leash, but once it was in her hands the weight of this new responsibility made itself felt. A feline wasn't quite like a flitter, was it? She could handle it, though. She handled her fair; she could handle a kitten - now called Catseye in her mind - with wild blood in it.

But that left the matter of how to tell her father about her new pet without getting either herself or the nice wherhandler in trouble. Holding Catseye in her arms and feeling its loud purrs, she came up with the perfect cover story that she was sure she could sell about how she found the kitten. That her sire would have many other ways of learning the true story that didn't depend on her words alone didn't occur to Lerian until much later. For now her story gave her the confidence needed to gain parental permission to keep her new pet.

She looked about her to see who else got a kitten, just in case her story failed and she needed an ally to persuade her father with; besides the large man was someone father didn't want her around anyway. Q'sis she dismissed immediately, since his words would carry no weight with father. Qaelis she knew just well enough to figure he wouldn't help at all, since he didn't like girls enough to help with anything serious like this. Besides, the way he ran off just now made her think he might not be able to keep his kitten for long against his own father. Though he could be clever enough to pull it off, too. Wait and see on that point, of course.

Skalla she didn't know at all, beyond being a member of the Queen's Wing, and being a Smith; thus the Tanrider was an unlikely choice as ally in Lerian's mind. Which left...the Weyrwoman. SHE would be the perfect ally to persuade her father if needed! He liked Rayna, the girl knew that, and was his friend to boot. If she played her cards right, the Weyrwoman might help her keep Catseye.

Sliding up to Rayna, the girl looked up at her with her sweetest smile on her face, good for persuading. "Hello, Lady Weyrwoman," Lerian addressed the woman. "What's your kitten's name? Mine's Catseye," holding the kitten up to be petted by Rayna, if she wanted to. The girl then leaned in close to the woman, as if imparting a great secret to her. "My daddy has some cousins back in his Trader train who know how train wild felines and other animals like that. They can get them to jump through hoops and everything. I can help you train yours if you want, too." Lerian then waited to see if Rayna's response to the suggestion was positive or not.

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Long after the crowd around the wherhandler and the kittens had broken up, Lerian walked into the Dining Hall in search of her father. He was enjoying a late dinner at one of the lower tables, him and his own little fair of flitters. The girl his her growing trepidation behind a pleasant smile; what if he made her give it back after all? But no, she had the perfect cover story worked out and rehearsed, it would work out in her favor, she was sure of it. She could do this.

Lerian had approached G'len from an angle that didn't let the man see her until she was almost next to him. "Daddy," she said in her sweetest voice, at which point she lifted the kitten up to him, holding it under its front limbs, allowing its back limbs and tail to curl up a bit over its belly. And leaving the harness it was still wearing in full view of her sire. "Can I keep it? It followed me home."

The look on G'len's face was priceless.

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Honestly, Rayna hadn't been expecting to be picked but still the handler passed the leash over to her. It was a strange feeling, knowing that she would be given a pet to care for. Well, another one. It was... Fuzzy... And... Even though she was a woman of little affection all she wanted to do was cuddle the sharding thing. Such a weird feeling. However, even better than that was the fact that Vessa had given one to Q'sis's son. Oh the radiant joy that passed over Rayna's face was something else. Q'sis had no love of pets, this was well known.

Now, he needed a name though. Something fitting for him. Honestly, she really didn't know what names cats usually received but Eleius seemed fitting. She wasn't sure why but it just seemed to fit his nature. Rayna nodded to Vessa.
"Thank you, I will keep good care of him."

With this, she took Eleius away from the group, the cat seemingly interested in... Well rather a lot of other things but all the same she was pleased. Couineth, however, was not. The gold huffed slightly. Lesser creatures. It was going to steal Rayna's attention, she just knew it.


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