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Post by Skylos on Sept 28, 2020 17:36:16 GMT -6
Someone pointed out the pile of tent pegs for her as Ridelys found herself a mallet. 'wrap that leash good and tight. you're paying for the damages and the equipment if your dragon wrecks stuff.' they say roughly, glowering at Queenie, who watches them with all the interest of a hungry cat. Except not the hungry part. Now, she couldn't claim falsely that this hen was perfectly tame, socialized and had not a destructive bone in her body. Ah, no. She held a hearty enjoyment of pouncing on... boxes. Large, heavy boxes. Cardboard doesnt' stick up to the weight of a 200lb+ animal jumping onto it... No. It folds like it actually is; corugated paper. Cardboard. And there were boxes all over the place. And the laser vision of box pouncing approchment came to Queenie.... until she reached the end of the chain with a cry of surprise. Ack! 'let me go play with the boxes!' she weedled. 16
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Post by Skylos on Sept 28, 2020 17:46:36 GMT -6
"No Queenie. "d rather not get kicked out for your habit of box hunting." Ridelys sighed, pinching the bridge of her forehead between hairline and bridge of nose. Getting her way' thats what Queenie liked doing best. Thank the gods she wasn't fertile or there would be major league problems. Or even brooding. No, just a big glidable lizard cat who liked crushing boxes for fun. She possessed more strength of wing then the other hens, who had these widdle baby weenie wings. So towing over a complaining sarane wasn't fun, nor was the staking of the peg in deep enough so Queenie didn't just yank it right out. The peg impaled into one of the chain links so she couldnt' escape. Because the wrist loop was only, prediticably, leather. Weedling and complaining loudly, the hen tried her damnedest to get away and go play with boxes, but the final slam of the mallet, and that peg wasn't coming out anytime tonight. 17
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Post by Skylos on Sept 28, 2020 17:57:03 GMT -6
Thank goodness they weren't connected by a ribbon or Ridelys would be getting more of a headache. Out of practice with hens of any sort, she made sure to get out of the the hens' line of sight. "You've got some needy baby girl there. Egg-raised?" Taken aback, Ridelys nodded. She'd watched eggs hatch before? "Big mistake to baby her so much. Those sarane are fighting animals. Babying them until they think you are momma is useless." the unnamed person responded gruffly. Accompanied by a grim looking... dog thing. The heat on her back spread a bit... didn't like dogs much. "Its less useless if you aren't bitten as the hand that feeds." She responded crisply. "I know my way around a fighting animal." The person snorted, barked at their dog to come along and left, hauling a box. "tch, yeah right." until she hefted up the right leg of her trousers to the knee to expose an old scar. 18
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Post by Skylos on Sept 28, 2020 18:01:41 GMT -6
"So you have a scrape, whoppee. So does the rest of this town who has anything resembling a claw or a tooth on em 'pets'." Fair point... "What're you trying to prove?" "That she's the rough-rider." someone else pointed out, dropping a box purposely close by with a gentle thump. Must be full of cushions. "Eh? Rough rider?" the man asks. Ridelys just feigns confusion. The other person, sporting a crescent shaped moon gash near an eye speaks up as they pick up the box. "What's it now, 4 sarane now broken?" they asked her. "Three. One twice." "Yeah yeah you're the rough rider. Nobody can knock out their beast in one hit with a crack of a spear. and din't you ride one of your beasties bareback?" they gabble. How...? "No saddle, the rest of the gear was there. Its pure luck if you can break a drake without gear." And she had a harder hand with her spear then she thought. 19
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Post by Skylos on Sept 28, 2020 18:07:07 GMT -6
"So leave'er alone." Moon-brown told off the man, who grunted and walked away. "Sorry... I"m kinda a fan of the veteran drake of yours. Caiman? Did you bring him?" she shook her head no and pointed at the moping blue and gold shape beyond the camp. "Oooh, she's pretty. but yeah I've seen him fight. I've seen him fly! You gonna fight him again?" "Maybe." the person continues to gabble until a scientest calls for their box. Its a party of box moving and unloading, setting up equipment and such. Thankfully the help is fed for the work as well as the payment at the end. Ridelys could see the hen's tail flicking in annoyance far off. Finally, she dragged over a box and let Queenie sit on it until it flattened. Its a credit of their work together that the hen behaved herself and then fell asleep during the the comet viewing. Because who wants to see a big stupid space ice cube. Not a sarane who's been bored all afternoon. 20 +1 fin
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Post by NPC on Sept 30, 2020 15:45:48 GMT -6
Congratulations, you have successfully completed the quest! Your QP will be added to the bank and your reward sent out shortly.
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