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Harper's Tale 2 - Sunday, August 04, 2002, 2:28 PM
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Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-two firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Thief, and Llaammaa here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

Larnat arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

My, and what have we here? Why it's a Wyn. With a... basket of kittens? Half-grown kittens, to be precise, weaned and busy attempting to escape from said basket. "Hullo Larnat," she greets, reaching over to snag one such escape artist, somehow looking quite serene in the midst of all the tumbling fur.

Larnat saunters in, and her eyes widen when she spots said basket. "Well...are they the spawn of that cat of yours?" Y'know...the one the drudges gossiped about a while back. The Demon-Thing creature. Well...hopefully they shan't latch onto her. "Lo, Wyn. You 'n Vorkoroth doing well?" An eyebrow is cocked, as a basket of rolls are un-shouldered and rested on the table.

Saadni arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

"Jack," intones Wyn primly, picking up a little black kitten and cuddling it in bland defiance. "Is not a Demon-Thing. She is simply one small feline. And yes," the bluerider grants finally. "These are the kittens she was carrying. Do you like them?" And do you want one.

Larnat hmms. "We-ell. If she's not a...err, Demon-Thing. Perhaps. Let me get out Isabo - see how she takes." Of course - put the kitten in immediate danger before yourself. A shuffle around in her satchel produces the tiny ball of fur (well, perhaps not so tiny any more), which slinks over. Mrow. "She's...err...sorta timid." Jack-spawn will probably walk all over her. Ehehe.

Saadni slinks in. Silently. Sulkily. (So, what's new?) The aloof youngster grabs a glass of juice, and collapses.. somewhere.

As one, the five kittens lift their heads to examine the small feline provided for their delectation. Wyn smiles beatifically as one particularly bold one scrabbles out of the basket and pats at Isabo with an inquiring paw. "See? Perfectly behaved." the bland bluerider pronounces, before spotting the sulking, slinking Saandi. "You there." she calls. "Do you want a kitten?"

Saadni pauses, and straightens, eyeballing the bland bluerider. "Kittens?" The typically harsh tone in her voice departs, leaving a girl that's her age; the stablehand gets up and scrambles towards Wyn. "Kittens?" Can you hear the 'oooh, how /ky/uuu/te/' tone in her voice?

Larnat eyes the kitten moving towards Isabo critically. After all...the minute she turns her back - Isabo could be reduced to a rag-tag pile of /bones/. Isabo gives her owner an exasperated mew, before tentatively patting the kitten back. The kitten's officially received Isabo's Seal of Approval. "Now...err, I guess I can try to touch it." Wince.

Lylia walks in from the Central Bowl.

Kitten #1, recieving appropriate response from Isabo, promptly coils on it's back and waves inky black paws in the air, showing off a flash of a white-furred belly as it squirms and attempts to lure the other feline into a game of pounce. Mew. "Kittens." confirms Wyn, scooping up another straggler, this one a fluffy ginger tan that looks almost frightening like it's hellcat of a mother. "Five of them, to be precise, and I need to find homes for them, now that Jack is done with them. Wyn, Vorkoroth's rider."

Saadni eyes Wyn, eyes Larnat, and then shifts her attention to the kittens. "Awwww. Too cuuuuute." Croon. "Can I hold one?" Grey eyes settle onto the bluerider, and she manages a smile, before giving a distracted nod. "'m Saadni. Just 'rived from Ista."

Larnat looks strangely at Wyn. "I know your name." And then Saadni's presence is at last caught. "Ohh. Larnat, though I think you've asked me my name before." The kitten has thusly received her approval,a nd the apprentice descends, cuddling the little creature. "Oh...you're a /dear/." Drool. Cuteness is apparently getting to Larnat in her...old age. Isabo, however, doesn't look quite as happy. She has been deprived of her game of Pounce. Lylia is given a quick little nod, as well.

Lylia slinks in, all appropriately... slinklike. The woman seems quite content to wander towards the batch of day-old creampuffs, a swagger in her step as she remains focused: treats. Nummy, nummy treats. But the gaze /does/ shift, for a moment, to give a nod towards Larnat. And when she does... she erupts in a grin. "Kittens!" Squeal.

Wyn gives a brief little nod of permission, followed a beat later by an offering of the ginger kitten, who miaows loudly at being deprived of her cuddling and held out over open floor. "Most certainly. Here, this one is quite cute." she decrees of Kitten #2. They aren't named, you see. Because that would make her want to keep them, and Vorkoroth would then promptly move to Sidramuntalath's ledge and stay there. She turns suddenly at the squealing Lylia, before a plotting little smile creeps onto bland features. Five kittens need homes. People like kittens. People frequent the Living Caverns. Everything is unfolding /exactly/ as she has forseen it.

Saadni eyeballs the weyrlingmaster. Okay, so she's been advised that that one's scary. A pause, and she accepts Kitten #2. "Can I have one for my brother, too?" she eagerly queries of the bluerider. "Cause he'd /love/ one! I'm sure! Perfect gift! I missed his last turnday, anyhow..." A beam, and she cuddles the ball of ginger fluff. "Awwww. It's so /cuuute/. I want this one." And... that's that, apparently, as she cuddles the kitten. Who abruptly swipes at her chin. "No, no, none of that. No, don't hiss at me. Be good. You're so cuuuute." Oh, no. Oh, /no/.

Larnat notices the day-old creampuffs. Day-old creampuffs? Woe, for she has failed in her baker duties. Nooooooo. But then there's a kitten with a white little tummy in her lap, so baker responsibilities are promptly forgotten. "Eeek!" comes the embarrassingly high-pitched shriek. And eyes focus on an Isabo with teeth embedded in her leg. "Geroff my leg, you...you...geroff!" Kitten #1, predictably, ends up with Isabo as an arm-nook mate. Fellow kitten-droolers are given nary a glance now. "Urgh...Wyn, are these things for...you know, adoption?" Eep.

If you like kittens, clap your hands! Clap clap. Lylia immediately scoots towards Wyn, her voice a little higher than usual as she peers. "Oh, /kittens/. Whose are they? They're /so/ cute. Not as cute as Quara, but /cute/. Aww. And /fuzzy/." The big, bad weyrlingmaster goes goofy over kittens. Yes.

Wyn now has kittens three and four on her lap, busy chewing on each other's ears. Kitten #5 is busy setting up an ambush of Lylia's boots as she moves closer to the circle of kitten-adoration. And Kitten #1? Well, that one's busy trying to pat at Isabo's nose again. Wyn would be beaming, if Wyn were at all the sort to beam. "They are Jack's kittens, and of an excellent age to be taken home as pets." intones the bluerider with conviction. "Quite well socialized, too. Care to hold one? And yes to both of you, Larnat, Saandi." Three down, two to go.

"Oh, they're Jack's? Awww. I'm... surprised." Surprised they aren't evil, winged messengers of evil? Perhaps. Lylia scoots a little closer, blissfully ignorant of Kitten #5 and giving a little nod. "I'd /love/ to hold one. They look /sweet/." Uh-huh. And the rider pauses for a moment, lips quirking into a smile. "Do they mind dragons much? I /am/ looking for a little friend for Druseth..."

Saadni beams, cuddling the badly-wanting-to-scratch-her ginger kitten. "Oooh, so which one can I take for Yen?" She nearly bounces, cooing to the cute little mini-Jack and firmly entrenching it within her arms. "Don't they look so sweet?" the 'hand chirrups happily over to Lylia. "So cute. So cute." Her mantra, apparently.

Larnat croons at Kitten #1. Appallingly susceptible to cuteness as of late. But it's really only one of those mindless teenager phases - the adult cat will be a much more pleasing companion in the end, most likely. "Ooh, Wyn, are you requiring any...fee? 'Cause I'm sort of. Broke. No marks." Pockets are poked, and sag. Which, oddly enough, causes Larnat to snort in evident amusement.

"Quite frankly," intones Wyn to Larnat, managing a dry tone even with Kitten #3 now perching on her head and batting at one of her firelizards, "Decreasing my weyr's feline population from six to one is payment enough. Besides, a Herder I am not." Kitten #4 is now held out in Saandi's direction, a little grey tabby. "This one seems to get along with that one well enough." she opines, just as oblivious to Kitten #5 as Lylia as she pokes at #3 on her head. "They grew up with Vorkoroth fussing over them..." she comments. As Five makes it's move. Eeeeyah!! Go for the boots!! The weyrlingmaster's footwear is under kitten attack.

"They /do/ look sweet!" Lylia peers over at Saadni, nearly beaming. Aww. She's gonna turn into a puddle of Lyl-ooze. How... nice. "Oh, they did? And they never got squished. Huh. Lovely lot, though... Aie!" Squeak! The flash of fur is noticed as Lyli looks down and nearly leaps up. Kitten attack! "/Wyyyn/!"

Saadni accepts #4, huddling the two together in her arms. They yowl in protest. Sigh. Oh well. The young woman blinks at Lylia, and then nearly falls over from laughter. "The.. kitten.. got.. the.. best.. of you!" is managed between ragged breaths of laughter.

Legolas comes down from the workrooms above.

Larnat nods, eyes growing soft as she views the feline cradled in the crook of her elbow. Flizzen eyes are rolled from up in the rafters (think Larnat's shoulders). Why do /they/ not get such choice treatment? Cries of dissent ring down, but are quieted with an impatient hand-wave. "Sooo...can I name her? Is it even a her?" These are Jack-spawn. Who knows what might happen if she tries to lift its tail and check. Snort of amusement at Lylia.

Wyn blinks at the shriek from the brownrider. "Lylia... It's merely a kitten. Look. Cute. He wants to play." she soothes. A hand is waved in the direction of Five, who's still trying to attack and look all fierce and tiger-ish and stuff. And failing miserably. Mew? Stupid fluffy fur, it's ruining his rep! She turns back to Larnat, consideringly. "Seeing as how that one is now your problem, you may call it whatever you like. Gender, though..." She drums her fingers on the tabletop, causing Three to abandon her head in favour of pouncing. "The black one is female, I believe. Saendi, your tabby and ginger are female as well. This one, and the one so fond of Lylia, are males."

"But... he /pounced/ me." Though Lylia's sulking expression has toned down to a mere look of disgruntled pouting. "It's a male? Aww. See? Men can't resist me." And the rider crouches down, peering cautiously at the kitten as she wriggles her fingers towards it. "Niiice kitty. Don't hurt me." Let's hope her face doesn't get bitten off.

Larnat nods, carefully scrutinizing the tail area for confirmation, but giving up - as she not dare lift it. "Bah. I'll just name it Kers and be done with it. I'll name 'er after my old Uncle Kers." Blink-worthy, that is, since Larnat has just been informed that Kitten #1 - Kers - is female. "Where is The Demon-Thi- I mean Jack?" Larnat asks carefully, eyes darting about the room.

Saadni whoos. "I'm giving the grey one to Yen. This little orange one is /soooo/ cute." Chirrr. "He'll love it. Now that he has that big canine-thing, he can have a little kitten to beat it up all the time!" Cheerful logic. "Yeah, where's the mommakitten?" she blinks at Wyn.

"Jack." intones Wyn firmly, eyeing Larnat a moment for her partial slip of the tongue. "Is in my weyr, most likely leaving hairs all over my duvet. She's not partial to humans, after all." No, just their bloooooood. Ahem. "So, with her litter now eight sevendays of age, I felt it was high time I found homes for them."

Saadni settles down in a corner, and coo's adorably at the adorable-but-trying-to-slice-her-fingers-off kittens. "Sooo sweet. Sweeeet. Cute. Adorable." A pause. "Hey, what'm I gonna name.. the ginger-one? I'll leave naming the other one to Yen, since it's gonna be his kitten, 'n all." Beam.

Larnat nods to Wyn carefully. Blooooood, eh? Well Larnat plans to have her blood stay firmly in her skin, and, although Wyn has affirmed that Jack is far away from here. "Kers, then." And Kers practically has the life squeezed out of its little self by Larnat.

"Aww. You want to give up these critters? I'd think you'd just keep the whole menagerie. They're /cute/." If evil. Lylia is still eyeing #5 cautiously, though she seems more amused by the kitten now. "I wouldn't mind taking this one off your hands. I think he'd get along rather well with Druseth and m'ferrets." And.... FUZZY! Fingers wiggle again towards the kitten. "Kiiitty. Kittykittykitty."