The Audacity... (Quest 3)
Jun 3, 2019 19:02:05 GMT -6
Post by Vixen on Jun 3, 2019 19:02:05 GMT -6
As they neared the quest board, an adolescent drake zipped across their path, causing Vixen to abruptly step back. Drakes, particularly brown drakes, were not creatures she had any desire to fuss with right now, and though she hated to admit it, she was still rattled from the savagery Kitty had induced. It would take some work, perhaps even her own hand-rearing of a drake, to allow her to feel truly comfortable with the male saranes once again. For now, she stepped against Trent's flake, the large feline's back reaching to her waist, her eyes and the golden ones of her companion tracking the scrambling little dragon and his squeaky toy. He looked harmless enough, she supposed. Still, where was the... oh. The owner.
It's pet appreciation month! What? Was it? Did they need more appreciation than the entirety of her time and funds and affection? Ah, but the woman seemed harmless enough; what harm would it be to hear out her rambling? Help others train their pets. What! While she had taken jobs before, Vixen couldn't help but think about how she hardly had the time and energy to train her own pets. "Well-" She tried to think of a viable excuse but her mind went blank, and as some seconds passed, she began to feel as if it'd be too awkward to now refuse. Vixen had a terribly difficult time rejecting people, especially to their face, and generally adopted a peacekeeper, people-pleasing persona. "Ah... ok, I'll check the board," she agreed, tugging absently at her hair. Rubbing Trent's side, she stepped away and read the board. Let me find out this lady set up such a display just to ask for help with her own pet. Elaborate, but creative; Vixen couldn't even be too mad at her. As the drake circled around, Vixen looked for the Lamdidron in question, eyes falling on the lanky adolescent lurking quietly near the sign, its own large eyes tracking its owner and "sibling" darting about. Ah, a Stonemoss- she had one at home herself, though their interactions had been pretty minimal. Tail strike and no bites? She had gone through that and much more with Aquilia. You didn't come out to train today- and even if you had, what about Trent? Vixen hesitated, looking at her broad-shouldered, winged companion, noting his calm demeanor and stoic expression. He wasn't the volatile or jealous type... hell, why not? Clearing her throat, she looked over at the woman, willfully avoiding looking at the bizarrely-behaving Sarane. "I can help you with this. I'll- er, we'll be right back. I'm taking that bag of food, I'll bring what's left back, ok?"
Plucking the back of smooth stones from the ground, Vixen shook it heavily, enticing the gem creature to follow her. It cast a cautious eye towards Trent, its club tail wrapped cautiously around. Ah, this won't be so bad- the instincts are there; they simply had to evoke them and put them on cue. Perhaps Trent would be handy afterall.