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Harper's Tale - Thursday, October 25, 2001,
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Coriolanus blinks in from ::between::!

Coriolanus
Brassy colour of tiger's eye and chrome rampages imperiously out across the hide of this prince of the firelizards. Bronze isn't merely a colour here - It's an attitude. Command drapes over him from the tip of a square-cut warrior's head, through the blocky, powerful muscles of the back, stopping only at the tip of a short, consetvative tail, which seems to sneer at perhaps longer appendages as mere feminine frippery. Alas, 'sneer' is another thing this firelizard is wont to do, despite lacking the features for a physical gesture. Haughty and imperious manner is evident in his carriage at every action, whether condescending to take a meal with his mistress, or showing up the other males in a flight.
Intricate tracings of white and Harper blue surround the neck, framing the elegantly scripted word 'Coriolanus'
Coriolanus is 4 Turns and 27 days old.
Coriolanus notices Liesana looking at him.
Coriolanus is awake and seems alert.

Coriolanus swaggers in from ::between::, full of himself after spending the day chasing greens. Just stopping in to pay a visit to the mistress. Liesana is located, and dived at with a chitter, before a swat sends him off to seek new sights. Oooh. Arakiel. Interesting. Winging off, he settles in to perch on the arm of the chair next to her, peering at the Headwoman despite shoo'ing motions from the Harper.

Arakiel takes out a sharp pointy knife, flashing it at the little bronze. "And what do we have here?"

Liesana shoo's the bronze again, ineffectively. "Scat, bratling. You've already been fed today." She didn't /want/ to Impress him, he was just hungry. And she owes him nothing. Green that normally inhabits her shoulder seconds that fact with a hiss.

Coriolanus ignores both Liesana and Angelique. They just don't fully appreciate him, after all. But what's this? Oooooh! ShinyThing!! Hop, hop, hop... Bronze approaches the knife, curious. A particularily bold flutter forwards lands him on the back of Arakiel's chair, where he chitters triumphantly.

Arakiel with a flick of her wrist. The bronze gets a dangerous blade thrown at him.

Evan chuckles, "Greedy little pests, aren't they." He comments.

Coriolanus shrieks, and pops ::between:: again, a spot of cold left for the knife to pass through. He re-emerges over Liesana's shoulder, chittering in outrage.

Arakiel takes out another knife, flashing it at the pest.

Liesana gives a glance to the flitter. "It's your own fault you know, Cori," she intones conversationally. Yep. The Harper's talking to a firelizard. "Now kindly /get/!" This is accompanied by a sharp mental command. Which... doesn't work.

Coriolanus isn't too blessed with brains, shall we say. The sight of another glittering knife doesn't scare him in the least. Oooooh! 'Nother ShinyThing!!! Isn't Arakiel nice? She's got /lots/ of ShinyThings! He swoops over again, although this time he has the sense not to land, instead circling lazily a couple feet above Ara's head.

Arakiel with a flick of her wrist she sends it after the bronze. she did warn him and she doesnt' tolerate pests for long. Liesana had better keep the pest away or she'll be missing a friend.

Liesana frankly wouldn't mind one less firelizard, particularly this specimen who only arrives for food, and doesn't do all the other nice firelizard things like croon and carry mail and decorate her shoulder. But actually speaking such a sentiment would be viewed as heresy in some quarters, and so she tries again. "Coriolanus, get your bronze arse between, and go pester an apprentice!"

Arakiel frowns. This time, she isn't fooling around the blade appears and is flicked so fast that it's a blur. Two more follow in it's wake.

Coriolanus shrieks, and jumps ::between:: again, but not quite quick enough. One blade strikes home, scoring his side. He's gone a long moment, before re-emerging beside Liesana, creening piteously. Not Nice At /All/!!

Arakiel frowns, standing. She collects her blades and without a word, stalks away.
Arakiel with swishing of veils, steps to the Kitchen.

Liesana flinches as an echo of the blow gets through to her. Thank /Faranth/ firelizard bonds aren't like draconic one. A held breath, and then as the bronze straggle back in, she shakes her head, reaching into her carrysack to fish out a traveller's aid kit. "Damn stupid snakespawn..." she mutters, fingers gently checking out the slice and the firelizard whimpers. "Had it coming, you brat..." Meanwhile, she's been oiling her fingers and applying some of a small tube of numbweed. Gauze bandaging is found next, and with the help (hindrance?) of an anxiously hovering Angelique, she soon has a tolerably neat bandage swathing his midsection. Nothing up to a Healer's standards, but enough for a firelizard. "There! Now, brat, maybe you'll have a little more respect!"

Arakiel with swishing of veils, steps in from the Kitchen.
Arakiel returns, a bit calmer, but she glares at Liesana and the pesky bronze.

Coriolanus manages a feeble cheep, and then burrows up against his mistress at the sight of Arakiel's return, giving a sibilant hiss.

Liesana sighs, and allows the pesky pet to attempt hiding in her vest. "My apologies for that, Ara. The young wherry just doesn't listen, and had that coming to him."

Arakiel nods to Liesana, still frowning. "There are certain things I won't tolerate. And having something flying over and around me isn't one of them."
OOC: Arakiel says "is one"

Evan frowns, "You don't need to be that crazy love. You don't seem to mind mine when they're sitting around the room."

Liesana mutters something sounding like "She's always crazy..."

Arakiel ignores the comment as she heads up. "Evan. Liesana."

Arakiel with swishing of veils, steps to the Grand Staircase.
From the balcony above, Arakiel with swishing of veils, steps in from the Gathering Hall.
From the balcony above, Arakiel with swishing of veils, steps to the West Wing.

Evan sighs, "She's not usually that crazy. I wonder what's wrong with her today."

Liesana glances up from where she's been cuddling the injured bronzeling, giving a light shrug as Coriolanus continues to whimper quietly, more a plea for sympathy than anything else, as Liesana has slathered the cut with enough numbweed to dull Threadscore. "I have no idea... I know she was none too happy with the inventories she's been working on..."

The continued whimpering of her bronze starting to get on her nerves, Liesana hushes him and stands, the beastie clinging to her shirt as he hides within her vest. "Well, I'm going to see what I can find to stuff him with, or I'll never get any work done. Afternoon, Evan." And with that, Harper re-packs the remains of the aid kit, drops it and her hides into her carrysack, and strolls to the Kitchens.

You call to Coriolanus, who flies over, and perches, falcon-like on your forearm.