Training of the Oozy-Stone Monster q3

Just because she'd trained a handful of sarane didn't mean Lethalia thought herself some kind of adept at training. Surely the creatures were monstrous, but they were known to her. Compared to what was available in the city, her beasts were quite quaint in comparison. Sitting in on other tournament battles before she faced them herself turned out to be a bad idea for her state of mind. The idea of being outclassed in capability rankles her, though such leverage-seeking behavior is unusual for her. It was just... what if there was something strong enough to wipe out what she had managed to make for herself thus far? Some creature could come and wipe it all out, if she wasn't strong enough to defend it.

Before being at the labs, she had been so at ease sleeping under the stars. She hadn't needed her dragon to protect her then, so why did she require him now? Lethalia's not quite sure where the idea had come from, but it wouldn't stop incessantly flitting across her mind. Without the patriarch there, her farm felt naked, undefended.

So wrapped up in the young drake's charm, Lethalia hardly noticed that the woman had started to speak until she was mid-sentence. Helping with other people's critters this month, huh? Seeing that the city was quite literally built and designed around the labs' monstrous creations, it seemed strange to have yet more time dedicated to them. Still, this seemed like a perfect thing to expand her experiences a little. Put her mind at ease about her drake being gone, and garner herself a little more variety in what she knew of these lab-born critters.

She could do that. It all felt a little scripted, the way the woman approached her, but she would play into their little idea anyway. What else would she be up to throughout the day aside from moping around the pit stables with Vidarr? He'd likely be more content just to be left alone for an afternoon than he would be for her company. She couldn't even feel his thoughts if she reached through the channel of the ribbon, which meant he was already happily asleep.

That was what Lethalia supposed happened with the labs, though. People were assholes with 'normal' fauna elsewhere, it was a wonder this city hadn't been burnt to cinders from someone who couldn't control their fire-breathing monster. Either way, she'd witnessed her fair share of peoples' stupidity with animals. It was simply astounding that a city based upon distributing creates of sometimes large and destructive properties to the public was still standing. For free sometimes, no less - which is where this unfortunate fellow would have come from.

If this woman couldn't even manage to keep the critter from chewing on her couch, why was the big beastie even inside? Let alone why someone would own a creature that's too much for them to handle... Yes, it was quite amazing this city was still intact, even if this one looks like one of the more benign creatures that were out there. Gods knew where the scientists got the inspiration for this thing.

Lethalia reached for her riding crop as she saw the beast gearing up to take a bite out of her - she doesn't intend to see if he's got much power in those jaws. Just a moment to wait for the right time, letting the beast show his intent a little more before reacting to it. He seemed to settle on a target, and began to make a dive at her elbow. "No," she reminds him, causing him but a moment's hesitation, jaw closing slightly as he considered... whatever that word was. "No," the woman snapped the instant his hesitation ended, and he resumed his dive for her without further thought. rounding on the creature with a tap of the crop. The soft leather end came down on the beasts' nose lightly, barely making a perceptible 'pap' as it lands. "No bites, jerk. What's your name?" That seemed like it would have been something useful to have asked before the beast was handed over to her. Too late now, he's probably going to end up just being 'Jerk'.

Well, they might as well go through these paces while she wandered around for a proper target. She'd brought a bit of equipment, but hadn't really the want to lug something as a target out here. There was usually a downed tree on the outskirts of the park, or perhaps they'd stumble across one tumbled by someone's pet -

Lethalia's hoofsteps came to a pause when she realized she didn't feel a large presence behind her anymore. It only made sense he wasn't particularly keen on following her, since he wasn't her critter. The satyr turned around to find the beast lounging and half-draped over a park bench, gnawing on the metal side of it as she found him.

"Hey you, no eating. No bites. Not even nibbles. Stoppit," Lethalia admonished him. The end of the crop was put in his face,fluttering the leather end harmlessly at him. The lamadidron flinched and flailed away all the same, tucking his head away on the other side of his bulk as he hopped off the bench.