"Go out, and find yourself a mate then, Lumiere!" Mintaka had said, and Lumiere had rolled his eyes. "It's not rocket surgery, pops, I'll be just fine. Geeze, sorry for asking." Mintaka waved him off immediately, but playfully followed him to the mouth of the cave. Everyone called him pops, but draconics just didn't age like humanoid races. He was just as spry (maybe even more so) than the rest. Lumiere loved to be near him, but they had a playful sort of jest with one another. "I'll do you proud, pops, don't worry about me. Today I'm just gonna go out and paint, and I'll worry about that later. You don't have to panic just because I ask you for advice with ladies." He said, and Mintaka stood behind him, watching with wet green eyes. He was, after all, one of the 'babies' of the family, even fully grown. At that, Lumiere left, searching for a nice place to look down upon others and paint them.
It didn't take Lumiere long to find himself a nice spot; a pretty overhang of trellis made into the wall, and he set up 'shop' pretty quickly. He had his pouch on, and set up his tripod, all of the paints, and of course his canvas. Now, he just needed to wait for someone to paint. He had asked his grandfather about ladies, because he was... Well, getting to that age. Or that was what he felt, anyway. The only individuals in the Clan that didn't have mates were his odd Auntie (Mimosa) and of course the baby Amaryllis. Honestly, Lumiere felt left out. He wasn't sure if he could be a father right away, but heck, it couldn't be Rocket Surgery, right? If everyone else could do it, then so could he. He and his Auntie were the smartest ones in the Clan, after all. Surely they wouldn't have such a hard time... But honestly, non-clan members made him feel a little... Ah, a human would say sweaty, right? Nervous.
Hemma was worried. Little Teya had gone out for pretty rocks and hadn't come back yet. Of course, Teya was resourceful, but the motherly instinct in the Draconic had kicked in and out she came from the cavern. She usually stuck around inside of it, taking care of the little ones, but something had driven her out today. Of course, little did she know that Teya was home right now taking a nap with her little hoard, but that was beside the point, she figured. Daintily stepping over some of the rocks and vines along the way, she stopped short when she saw a very bright looking Shalaya standing there with... was that paint? She tilted her head and moved forward, flicking her tail back and forth. She knew what she told the little ones about strangers, but maybe if he had seen Teya, then she wouldn't have to worry too terribly much about her?
Lumiere was very engrossed in his search for others, and could not at all see any draconics around. He started to strain his hearing a bit to try to detect anyone without letting anyone know that he was there, but he could hear, just behind him... Oh, someone was there? He turned around and his bright eyes caught on a very grey kitava. That was different! He hadn't known very many grey draconics, and this individual was quite a lovely shade of it. He tilted his head, quite embarrassed, all of a sudden. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound! Of course, the draconic may not know how to speak, and they didn't want to alienate them anyway, so maybe that was actually a good thing. He waved at her, one of his crimson hands clutching a tube of paint. However, he did look quite shy, even then. Oh, he was helpless!
Shyly, Hemma smiled and waved back at the other Draconic. She daintily stepped forward a few more paces and then settled down in front of him, the ornament on her tail glittering in the sunlight. Some spoke, but not her, not yet, she hadn't known how to yet, though she understood quite a bit if it was spoken in a single language. She knew Draconic and bits and pieces of Common, but that was about it. She was an average person, it seemed, and she smiled again and then lifted her claws a little to signify something smaller than her, then two claws went in a walking motion. Had the male Draconic seen a small Draconic running around here? And if so, where? She motioned toward where her cavern was and then sighed, if only she knew how to speak, if it wasn't so difficult for her... But she did know one word in Draconic, and she smiled when she said it, "Hemma."
Oh, the kitava's smile was pretty, and infectious. He found himself smiling back even though it probably looked awkward. Wow, he felt pretty awkward too! She was coming toward him, and settled down, which made his mouth even drier. Man, it was a good thing that he hadn't tried to speak yet, he'd look pretty ridiculous flapping his mouth about with no words coming out! However, he saw how pretty she looked, with her lovely tail bauble, and that nice slate grey... Oh, he just had to get the colors right! He immediately mixed a few up, having moved his tripod slightly so that he could view it and her at the same time, but he kept his eye on her the same time. He was about to ask for her permission as a model when- Oh, he wasn't getting something quite yet, was he? What was she trying to say?
Then, he stopped. Oh, she was trying to tell him something! He watched her, and understood immediately. He was, after all, quite smart. "Small... Walking..." He said, mumbling beneath his breath. Oh, she must be looking for a small draconic... A young one? Her young maybe? He shook his head sadly. "No." He said, then he pointed to himself, shook his head, and then repeated her motions. "Lumiere, but do you need me to help look for her?"
He pointed to himself, and then to her, and then made the walking signal. Then he pointed in the same direction she pointed before toddling off away, leaving his paints there with the tripod. He'd follow her; finding a lost young one was WAY more important than simply painting folks. He needed to find the young one and help her so that she wasn't worried. She looked so concerned about her face, and he was worried for her.
Hemma simply smiled and shook her head, she was sure Teya was fine, it was just her instinct that told her to come out today. She reached for the other Draconic and tapped at the easel in front of him, what was that anyway? And the greys he had mixed, they looked just like her! Smiling brilliantly, she tapped her chest before saying the word again, "Hemma." She could say her name at least, a few other things from time to time, and she tried her mouth on the strange name he had said, or at least, she assumed it was a name, "Lumeer..." No, that wasn't right. Frowning, Hemma looked at him again eagerly, she couldn't wait to see what else he might say! At least she thought she had found someone interesting, though the other one looked more worried now that he understood what was going on with her at the moment. She hadn't meant for that! Teya always wandered off, and she always found her way back, she knew her way better than Hemma herself did.
He watched her carefully, like he did his grandmother. She wasn't always the best speaker, and he was polite about it completely since he was young. It allowed him to be quite good at reading body language, and that was just as good. He saw her tapping the easel, and he turned it towards her carefully. "Paint, on it." He replied. "It sits on the ground, and holds it up. An Easel, or tripod." He said, carefully. Not because she wasn't 'smart' enough for it, but so that she understood what he was enunciating. Hemma is a good name." He said, feeling really dry-mouthed, cotton-mouthed almost. "Lew-meh-air." He slowed down for her, while pointing at himself. "So you are sure that the uh, the hatchling is okay?" He took a guess there, but then again, hatchlings went on their own adventures all the time, he had himself, and so had all of his family members when they were young.
Nodding carefully, she smiled again, "Lew-meh-air..." That was a nice name, if hard to pronounce. That was fine though, she was surprised she didn't know more people with long, complicated names. Izzy was different though, he named them all short names, as he found it hard to pronounce long ones as well. She peered ahead at the paints, "Hemma?" Tapping at the grey paints, she compared the color to her own coloration and smiled at him again. She nodded once more, Teya would be fine, she went on adventures all the time. "Teya... home," she said, at least that's what she was hoping. Frowning, she tried to convey it across to him, but she wasn't sure how that was going to work out. How to tell him she hoped she was home, that she was sure she was home, that something else had driven her from the cavern on this apparently fateful day?
She was a good speaker, really; when it came to forming from hearing. That was wonderful, it would make it easier for her to learn how to speak better in the future. She had a pretty name, and a pretty countenance. He knew that he was going to be embarrassed around her, he was every time he talked to anyone, but she was really nice, it seemed. Perhaps they could talk, sometimes? It would seem that she lived close by to his hangout, and he would not at all mind to see her out here, every once in a while. Maybe it would help him get less... Well, tied up with nervous anxiety about others? "Yes, I'd love to paint you, I paint draconics often!" He said, kinda all at once. "May I paint you?" He said, showing her a bit of the paint on the tip of his finger, before gently suggesting her outline on the paper as a start. "Teya... Is that your daughter?" He pointed to her. "Teya, Hemma's?" Might as well make small talk, that was what pops told him to do to make friends!
Hemma nodded happily and tapped the canvas, "Hemma!" She didn't mind being painted, she was a little flattered that he would want to paint her, honestly. She smiled at him and stood there for a bit before looking at him questioningly. Teya hers? No... Hemma shook her head, "No Teya, no Hemma." Hopefully that would get her point across, she wasn't sure if he would be able to understand her disjointed speech, but that was the issue with intelligence, she supposed. It wasn't that she was dumb, it was that she felt woefully underappreciated sometimes, and unable to get her point across rather well. "No Hemma..." she said again, this time a little sadly as she watched him paint. She would love for hatchlings of her own, but that had never really been able to be worked out, she was often too scared to leave the cavern, which was fine, they needed someone to watch the hatchlings.
Lumiere noted that her enthusiasm was really infectious. He was quite happy for it, in fact! He turned to his canvas, but kept his eye on her as well as he began to work. He started a light sketch of her using the grey, mimicking those contours in her body. Kitava were beautifully built of course, every draconic had their own beauty to him. However, he caught the 'her-ness' that he saw, delicately, with his claws in the paint. "Ah, so a clan member! I am the second youngest in my clan... Sometimes I paint young Amaryllis. She's not my hatchling, but she's a really sweet model." He said, making small talk as he expertly started to render the background. His strokes were sloppy, experimental, but it didn't take long to see the impressionistic starts of her form, standing where she was. He had it turned to where she could see it, without having to move too much. Even if she moved, he'd do well painting her, of course! "No Hemma... Oh, you have no hatchlings, Hemma?" He said, and then he stopped for just a moment to look at her, wanting to make sure that he got that right.
Clan member, yes of course! She nodded happily at that, she loved her family, but neither of her parents lived with her, nor did any of her siblings. They had all gone to the Rookery while Izzy and the woman had taken her in for some reason. It didn't bother her that none of them were blood relations, though she did wish for some of her own. Little ones of her own would be nice, it would be wonderful to see them running around, being adorable... Hemma sighed a little, no, none for Hemma, at least not yet. Shaking her head, she watched him paint as he looked at her, and she made sure he saw it. Maybe that would make it a little clearer, no hatchlings for Hemma, not that she hadn't tried, it was just hard to get out of the cavern sometimes. "Lew-meh.... Lew?" she asked, mostly asking to see if he had hatchlings, but also to see if she could call him something a little shorter than his full name.
Blue on black
Kristofor: *this is BD
Sept 16, 2020 19:00:13 GMT -6
Kristofor: Haix, I think something's up with your discord. I can't message you an invite again
Sept 16, 2020 19:00:07 GMT -6
Haix: I can imagine.
Sept 16, 2020 18:48:14 GMT -6
Riku: It’s come up once or twice in short, but there was a convo about it around a week ago that was quite thrilling.
Sept 16, 2020 18:14:56 GMT -6
Haix: This suggestion thread makes me kind of wish I had not left the discord channel. That would have been an interesting conversation.
Sept 16, 2020 17:17:55 GMT -6
Kristofor: Now that I want to see happen.
Sept 16, 2020 10:27:44 GMT -6
Morgan: Now I'm just imagining a red devil driving a soapbox derby cart all like 'I'mma gonna WIN'.
Sept 15, 2020 19:28:51 GMT -6
Riku: Lol....I see it. 😝
Sept 15, 2020 19:25:13 GMT -6
Renathan: I never noticed it before, but the devils kinda remind me of Wario.
Sept 15, 2020 12:57:53 GMT -6
Ashe: When the credits have been handed over IC, and the transfer is posted. Threads are often left open a little longer, in case the customer wishes to RP their exit or anything else.
Sept 13, 2020 14:49:02 GMT -6
Renathan: I've been meaning to ask- is a person considered out of the shop when the shop transfer is posted/items are given, or when the shop thread is locked?
Sept 13, 2020 14:20:16 GMT -6
Flare: It was hinted in the discord, so nothing officially announced.
Sept 10, 2020 22:30:10 GMT -6
Riku: Oh, when and where was that announced? Lol
Sept 10, 2020 21:38:50 GMT -6
Xentus: Sarane eggs. Lil' egg hunt around the boards to get a brown with neat markings
Sept 10, 2020 13:45:16 GMT -6
Riku: What eggs...? 😅
Sept 10, 2020 13:40:49 GMT -6