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Post by Lethalia on May 31, 2022 21:56:06 GMT -6
 Even Zha was shocked into a fleeting silence by the display; Leth dizzily wondered if the tundra-dwellers had any particular dislike of fire. Once the sun spots abaded from the satyr's eyes, she rubbed one eye with her free fist and squinted into the dark. Against that sudden flash, the black felt all the more encompassing. She had to sit and stare in the deep silence for some time, listening to only the fire's snap and Zha's breathing, before any sight returned to her.` Slowly, she could make out the pallid columns bordering the room, carved with deep decorative grooves and smooth planes that caught the diminished firelight. Even the floor sparkled as if someone had shotgunned glitter all over the room; in part the black granite tiles gleamed with their own light, and further glittering dust stirred with the satyr's first hoofstep. Like finding fallen snow in an unexpected place, she had to glance skyward in search of the glitter's source.
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Post by Lethalia on May 31, 2022 21:56:27 GMT -6
Just when Lethalia was beginning to gawp at the ceiling or lack thereof - it went up into the heavens with nebulae raining their stardust down on them - Zhaleh had enough time to recover to make a nuisance of herself. With a crocodilian squeal vicious only to her own ears, Zha threw herself against the human's weak one-armed grasp. Leth swore and snatched at the white with her other arm, but the tiny terror slipped through her grasp like silk. "Zha, y'little asshole..." Leth ground out, hiding the beginnings of panic. Of course she hadn't been smart enough to pack a leash just in case, no, she'd been expecting the pliant sleepy baby she'd walked all the way here with... Fluttering in Leth's heart was quickly soothed with Zha frozen not a pace away, seemingly frozen with the sudden terror of freedom. Unfettered among the cold and dark, suddenly the hatchling seemed to doubt her escape plan.
Zhaleh lv|3 ly|3
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 25, 2022 11:15:46 GMT -6
 "We gonna make it furth'a this'un for sure, Zhaleh," Leth dictated to the sleeping snowy lump in her arms. She wasn't sure why exactly they seemed unable to breach the precipice of the mansion the last fistful of trips. Something about it - was the magic behind the scenes tugging at her marionette strings those trips? Did it derive some sadistic joy in watching the woman wander around aimlessly, to the point where she couldn't manage to go inside of the mansion at all? No no - the satyr took in a breath to whisk away the frenzied thoughts as they came. It was all just in her head, this place couldn't do any real harm. Well. Aside from drowning, that one was a pretty real risk. Hyopthermia was a pretty close one as well, so that was as real of a threat as any. So was getting lost in a maze of corn or hallways...
Zhaleh lv|3.1 ly|3.1
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 25, 2022 11:16:06 GMT -6
Well when she thought about it that way, her determination to get in was taking on a sort of thrillseeking behaviour. It was the only place in the city to get a real rush, like she was really doing something in this concrete jungle. But she would insist she was definitely not an adrenaline junkie (*anymore). The thatched roof peeking over the cast iron fencing looked out of place against frigid metal; the sun even looked warmer for bouncing off of the deceptively small beach house. For once the place was looking nearly inviting, which couldn't possibly be a good sign. Leth glanced down at her sleeping bundle, hoping it wasn't getting too hot for her. Damn her habits of bringing tundra-dwellers out during summer - Zha seemed fine for the time being, though. We got'em this'un, right Zha?" she repeated, as if turning hope into a mantra would manifest it.
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 25, 2022 11:16:44 GMT -6
Zha blinked and winced at the sun, squinting up at the noisy human who was just as annoying as the bright light. The satyr held a flat hand over Zhaleh's head to block out the sun, but the little hen didn't seem much more interested in opening her eyes much more. Those blues fluttered shut again, having sated her curiousity over the woman's voice. She was learning a lot that the lady said could be safely ignored - there wasn't anything going on out here. "Best get'cha inside, ay? Ain't 'bout dealin' with no sunburn," Lethalia reasoned. If pink-skinned white mammals could get a nasty burn, she wasn't about to take any risks with this precious tiny bundle. She was so fussed, the woman almost bought an umbrella just for the occasion, something she'd never before considered owning! Without the shade on-hand, the satyr picked up her pace into a little jog up to the gate, a few hoof-falls garnering annoyed squeaks from the hatchling.
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 25, 2022 11:17:06 GMT -6
"Hey! Maybe y'even be awake this'un!" Lethalia ventured. Zhaleh's pretty eyes had opened again in response to the groan of the gate, curious of her surroundings for some of the first Leth had witnessed. Upon sinking into the sand the first few steps, Zha began to grasp the side of her owner's arm to look over and inspect why her ride felt different all of a sudden. "If only it were snow," the satyr provided for the hatchling, but the sparking white sand seemed to have just as much of a draw as fresh powder would've. "What, 'cha wanna geddown?" There was a first. Zhaleh strained her little claws over her captor's arms, little wings buzzing as if they would help dampen her fall. "Well - lookout, world, Zhaleh's comin' for ya!" she narrated when she knealt down and let the hatchling flop out onto the sands. (Since the woman had actually remembered a leash this time.)
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 25, 2022 11:17:27 GMT -6
Little Zhaleh shook herself from the human smell the moment she escaped, but with the movement she discovered there could be worse things than being trapped in the woman's arms. The hatchling's back arched with a vicious hiss, squinting against the sand flurry she'd whipped up all on her own. Then she hissed again, head whipping back to bite down on something hard and not very tasty. The metal latch on her leash had never bothered her before, being carried around like royalty, but now the cold thing touched her back and made noise and - Zhaleh forgot about the sand, dropping down in a curl while continuously biting the offending object. "S'like y'all th'same," Lethalia remarked, lifting the lead and getting another spook out of Zha for the thing moving on it's own accord. She would be manifesting herself a bad time if she began to assume all of the tundra-dwellers were nasty, but.
Zhaleh lv|4 ly|4
August|5
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 25, 2022 11:17:41 GMT -6
It would also be sorely remiss of her to have already forgotten how working with Zha's precursors had gone. Juniper was becoming one of her more honed creatures in spite of her rough start, while her attitude only grew along with her aptitude. It shouldn't have been a surprise; Leth should have known what she was asking for in a hatchling of Rimefang's. "Hey, no chewin' through it," Lethalia told the hatchling, tugging on the lead and wiggling it doing nothing to unlatch those tiny sharp teeth. That was less great than just attacking the unbreakable metal, though perhaps better than breaking teeth. There had been hope that Zha was going to be different - she'd been so chill up until now. Now the hen's first decidedly wakening moments and... Lethalia direly hoped this wasn't how the hen was going to be forever. "Look'ere," the woman tried indicating, "foun'ya somethin' better t'be chewin on."
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 25, 2022 11:17:58 GMT -6
Zhaleh was snapping at the morsel of meat before she even knew what was going on. At least Leth had experience with these little buggers; if the woman was capable of learning anything, it was how to avoid bites. Sure, she flinched at the hen's first blind snapping lunge for the food she smelled, but Leth managed to keep it (and her fingers) out of the striking range of needle-sharp baby teeth. The treat was dropped straight into snapping jaws; usually, a cube that small would be wolfed down whole. Zhaleh instead stopped her racious biting and dropped to the ground with her treat, placing between her front claws while she gingerly gnawed upon it. Sarane seemed to be too simple of creatures to assign personality traits like stuck-up to them, but watching the little hen eat, Lethalia could think of fewer suitable words for the newest tiny terror.
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 25, 2022 11:18:13 GMT -6
After pulling a few delicate bits off the top of her meat, Zhaleh took a more adventurous chomp on the entire remainder as if she'd gotten tired of the wait herself. No sooner did she get latched onto the muscle fibers before she opened wide and shook her head viciously until it fell wetly off of her sharp teeth. Zhaleh's tongue kept working, scraping off the bits of sand that had stuck to her maw. Bah! "Not quite th'holiday fer'ya, huh?" Lethalia observed, while Zha was still at war with the particles in her mouth. Upside - the leash was completely forgotten and left unchewed for the time being! While the hatchling was occupied, Leth took the stolen moment to glace around their surroundings. One could never predict when the mansion was going to pop something into existance when you were looking down for just a little bit too long.
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 25, 2022 11:18:26 GMT -6
The landscape looked quite the same as when she'd come here with Juniper - it didn't feel like it'd been over a year working with that terror, yet here she was with a new one. Though tide pools were rather shallow, Lethalia thought it best to keep a delicate hatchling sarane well enough away from them. Considering her reaction to sand, Zhaleh might not have an explicit interest in water either. A few particolored crabs skittered between rocks on the beach, their shells so bright that they had to of been a child's painting project to house the hermit crabs. Those too would be best kept away from the tundra dweller; she was small enough a pinch could actually matter. Lethalia looked down at a twitch in the leash, chortling to herself when she found Zhaleh's expectant eyes trained on her. "Wha', baby girl?" she crooned, recieving a demanding squeak in return.
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 25, 2022 11:18:46 GMT -6
"Mo' food?" Considering the last morsel had 'vanished' - red fiber still peeked out from where it'd been buried in a tiny sand pile - it didn't seem to be food the hen was wanting for. Most hatchlings were constantly racious enough to attempt to eat anything that came their way, even if it wasn't entirely edible - or catchable. Zhaleh loosened another loud squeak, reaching up with one claw. "...y'really askin' up?" Lethalia doubted it. Sarane weren't a personable type of creature, certainly not enough to want to be held. Likely a good thing, considering the time they were able to fit in one's arms was short indeed. Sure enough though, Zhaleh carefully balanced on her hind legs, reaching up with splayed tiny paws. "Can't argue that," Leth admitted, scooping the seemingly willing hatchling in her arms. Zha wiggled and fluttered her wings while arranging herself, but settled in record time.
Zhaleh lv|5 ly|5
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2022 21:21:38 GMT -6
Lethalia was more grateful for the light flannel over her shoulders when the sarane chick balled up her miniature talons within the fabric. It was too hot to be wearing anything extra but additional protection against tiny claws had proven much too valuble to leave behind. That was it - Zhaleh didn't go right back to sleep, gazing around with newly curious blues, firmly latched onto her owner's shirt. Lethalia mindlessly took off for the 'mansion' itself, now that she was shocked to have a willing companion in her arms. Never in her time raising the beasts had the woman encountered one that would ask to be picked up. Let alone only because they didn't like stepping in sand. 'Prissy' was certainly a word, and not one the woman would've ever thought she would be assigning to one of the pseudo-dragons. Not even Esti quite earned that title for herself.
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2022 21:21:56 GMT -6
Away from that nasty sand Zhaleh was now as pliant and pleasant as sarane hatchlings got. Which is to say, still pretty pointy, but at least none of those baby shaps were being wielded at the satyr with purpose. Thankfully this one wouldn't deign to attack her owner once adulthood settled in. It was coming as no surprise when the creatures had so little brain to work with anyway, scrambling it with new onset hormones was just a given. At least this gave Lethalia the tidy option to bypass the shining beach, brimming with things hatchlings loved to get distracted by to play with. Good of an opportunity as any to see if the mansion would easily let them inside. Zhaleh watched the scenery whizz by with a content posture, seeming quite a lot happier out of the sand. If being held was the only way for her to do that, so be it.
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