Curious Whiskers

[Mithradites 1168]

Upon seeing Dio, Lucion closed his eyes and places his hand to his chest. He bowed slightly; his free hand gesturing outwards, twirling once. After he completed the gesture, he pulled his arms back behind his back and turned himself towards the Kha in what seemed like a single fluid motion. Listening to the words with interest, he tilts his head to the right and raises his eyebrow once again."If by Tla, you mean Tiazar, then I find it rather strange for one that appeared so co-operative. I am currently unaware of Kha who willingly hurt others without reason." He looks away for a moment, and taps his chin once. "Aside from that time the Kha went and slaughtered elves in Normandor. Not sure if Tiazar had anything to do with that, of course." He pulls his arm back behind his back, and looks back down at the Kha, and stares at the creature for a few moments. "Don't Kha walk on two legs?"

[DecoLamb 959]

Miian gave a purring chuckle through her nose, head leaning back as she gave a sad sigh. She looked to Lucion from the corner of dulled eyes, "Yew do nawt knuw Tia like Gem does..." She murmers, turning her upper half towards him as her right paw lifts, rolling it slightly as she speaks, "Mrraybe yeh should ask 'im whatever 'appened to 'is bride to be, nyeah? See what lie 'e tells yew..."

She licks her muzzle, stub tail flicking as her body shifts, fully facing Lucian as her head raises. She regards him with half closed azure eyes, pink nose twitching as she draws in his scent once more, inspecting him slowly for several long moments. "Und fer the tew legs.. mmyeah, nurmally." She smirks lightly as she lifts a paw, letting her claws slide out. At first glance, one would think they were merely capped with gold, but upon closer inspection, one would see the metal did not stop before the root, but continued inward.

She flexed her paw, wiggling her claws to tap them together with an unnerving clicking, "But nurmally, Kha 'ave real claws. Gem's claws nawt real, dey made of metal an stune."

[Faerni 6]

Faerni moves along through the city, an unusual sight but perhaps today she felt the urge to partake on a bit of an outing. The stone is cold and unusually hard against her bare feet, but the menagerie of never ending flowers and bright insects never fail to draw her attention from such matter. Upon looking up from a most dazzling butterfly, giggling as it alights from her finger, her eyes set on an image she has not seen in some time. Her face lights up, a soft gasp escapes her mouth forming into an excited shriek as a single cry filling her thoughts though taking moment to escape her mouth.

"FUZZY !"

Her high pitched squeal reverberates off of the towers of the city, momentarily drawing the attention of the three as she flies forward toward the Kha, failing to notice Dio, and forgetting to scowl at Lucion. It is only by sheer luck that she feel the soft tug at the back of her mind, slowing her a few steps before the Kha. Her memory reminds:

" Ask before you touch "

in defiance of herself she stomps her foot looking utterly pitiful, and of course failing to notice the strange looks directed at her from those around her.

" But I REALLY REALLY want to pet her ! She looks so soft ! "

Faerni gasps as a realization takes hold of her, maybe she could pet this " Creature " after all. Perhaps , ah yes she had that fish in her bag. Faenri casts her bag onto the stone, inverting it and rifling through the contents spilled across the stone. Had she paid more attention she would have realized at least three sets of eyes, were looking her with increasing confusion. Finally she finds the fish, not a day old, and lifting it high above her head she squeals in triumph. She promptly turns to present the fish to the Kha holding it gingerly with open palms. Her excitement bubbles out in the exuberant words

" Here is a fish ! Can I pet you, you look so soft ! "

[KannAllyEnd 12]

(I don't care if this is a dead topic. I want to play!)

Four hours, eighteen minutes, twenty eight seconds.

Ante'vuln counts the moments to prevent her mind from becoming lost to the sounds of shrieking. Her tiny fists curl so tightly into themselves that her ink-blackened fingernails dig out fleshy crescents in her palms. Acaele's puffy, tear-stained face is reddened with his righteous rage. His voice is becoming ragged from all the screaming, a raspy defiance that reverberates between the stone walls of her manor. What had aggravated him again? She is losing her ability to recall. Doubtlessly, it was something unfathomable to Ante'vuln, but unendingly crucial in Acaele's young mind. She is losing this fight anyway, being the less determined of the two. When her threats, pleas, and punishments had failed her, she'd only to watch her enraged son throw himself to the floor and kick about. For four hours, twenty two minutes, and fifteen seconds now.

She hears her husband stir upstairs; Arthane has apparently managed to sleep through Acaele's wrath. Ante'vuln both envies him, and feels grateful for his uncanny ability to find sleep. They needn't both suffer, after all.

Presently, Acaele coughs, choking on his own angry tears. Ante'vuln issues a tired sigh and shakes her head. For all the ways the boy resembled his father, he had definitely received his mother's bull-headed stubbornness. Four hours, twenty five minutes, forty nine seconds of this, and Acaele is unshaken in his resolve to disrupt the entirety of Haelun'or.

A almost ethereal yowl, however, startles even Acaele into a moment of quiet. He looks up to his mother, his sticky pink face filled with wonder, and Ante'vuln seizes the moment to distract him.

"Come, little one. Let us go discover the source of the dreadful noise, hmm?" Acaele nods almost immediately--and Ante'vuln thanks the Ancestors her son was born with the natural sense of curiosity so prominent in Mali'aheral children.

Mother and son vacate the manor, Acaele's warm hand clutched tightly within Ante'vuln's. They make their Acaele-paced way toward the source of the unsettling sound, and at length come upon the small group gathered at the gates. An instinct causes Ante'vuln to pull Acaele to her side in a protective manner as she gazes at the feral-looking creature perched beside Lucion, Faerni and Dio. Her glittering claws inspire Ante'vuln's hand to tighten minutely about her son's fingers.

"karin'ayla, lliran," Ante'vuln's voice betrays fatigue, but her tone is brightly courteous as she dips her head in greeting toward the elves and Kha before her. Her gaze trails and lingers upon the cat-like personage. Remembering herself, Ante'vuln speaks quickly, to cover the pause.

"And who is our guest today?"

[DecoLamb 959]

"Yew knuw, yew dunnae need tu give Gem things iffa yew want tu pet. Miian chuckles as she turns towards Faerni, a soft smile on her muzzle. Her head dips, ears splaying sideways as if welcoming any hand wanting to sink into the thick brown waves that had been brushed and groomed up to resemble a heavy lion's mane, "If sumwun wannae be friends wit Gem, it welcawm. Just nuh pullin' nawthin, nyeah?"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.