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Post by Lethalia on Nov 28, 2020 0:16:17 GMT -6
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Post by Lethalia on Nov 29, 2020 22:22:18 GMT -6
Lethalia had never considered sarane to be social creatures, and for the most part that held true. Hens had proved more sociable than drakes, but even the ladies she'd processed preferred being left well enough alone. Social gatherings weren't her idea of a good time to bring a hen along just for the fun of it - until Vay showed up. From the moment the hen broke through her shell the red seemed destined to be a social butterfly. Never before would she fathomed a hatchling she could take to a party, but Vay happened and Lethalia dragged the whelp to her first Vai Min Mur party. Her cute orbaru ears lasted mere minutes, but the dusty red seemed to have been forgiven for lack of costume at a costume party. Lethalia figured she barely even got to hold the hatchling that entire night, Vay had been so busy begging off of other people's plates and generally looking cute enough to get picked up. Ivaylo lv|6.1 ly|6.1 1
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Post by Lethalia on Nov 29, 2020 22:22:38 GMT -6
Not typically a jealous person, Lethalia had to keep a wary eye on the hen even when she was simply trying to sit and drink with everybody else. A sarane whelp was just a bit too small and easily swept away, and Leth hadn't owned many of the 'pure' colored ones but knew sure enough what a high ticket item they were considered. Folk around here were essentially exclusively other pet owners, but nonetheless it harrowed Leth to see Ivaylo making her rounds, hoping none would dare harm her. The night had turned out fine in spite of the satyr's mother henning, and Vay was tuckered out for days from her socializing. Now that it had been proven possible, Lethalia was beside herself, pleased she might have a hen she could actually cart around. She'd make a fun pack beast or mount - but that was later. For now Lethalia wanted to continue developing Ivaylo's social skills, hopefully so as to not lose them like the rude drakes did. 2
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Post by Lethalia on Nov 29, 2020 22:24:41 GMT -6
When on her next excursion to the little quester's cottage Lethalia obtained yet another invitational flier. This one though, unlike the rest, actually interested her. Seeing a swath of lab coats upon opening the cottage door, the satyr nearly closed it and left in the very same moment. Just like those astronomers, there wouldn't be anything she would be capable or interested in offering to help those type of people. Nerds. Leth hadn't much interest in being sneered at by folk smarter than her, almost able to make it out of the cottage before a strange little kapper hailed her. This was the least imposing of all of them, but Leth plastered on her smile just to get it out of the way. Dis may have noticed her smile grow wider and more genuine at the mention of a bonfire along with the sheaf of paper handed over. Like, that was it? Just a bonfire, literally in the farmlands she called home, and there wasn't any strings attached like helping scientific implements or dealing with magic? 3
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Post by Lethalia on Nov 29, 2020 22:25:06 GMT -6
While it was rather obviously a promotion for the new WELP Corp and their tech, they didn't seem to want anything. Lethalia thought herself studied enough about the ways of the world to know there was no true altruism, but this looked harmless enough. Besides her prey-brained paranoia, this was fucking amazing! Someone around here knew how to have a proper get together outside!! It would be a welcome change from how the city-dwellers seldom wanted to stray far from having four walls and a concrete jungle around them. Their celebrations reflected their apparent fear of... outdoors. Lethalia brimmed with exited energy by the time she made it home, enough to make Ivaylo give her funny looks as the satyr flitted around the room, entirely wrapped up in getting ready for the night. The satyr might usually be cheery and noisy, but it was likely the first time Vay had seen her so excited. 4
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Post by Lethalia on Nov 29, 2020 22:25:31 GMT -6
What did they need? Leth flitted to and fro between her bedroom to toss supplies on the upstairs couch, while Vay lounged on the rug in the middle of the large room. It wasn't as if one needed a lot of things to go to a bonfire, but Lethalia kept returning with a different coat to swap out for the last, a different scarf that would go better with the new coat, which of her pants were warmest? and - Ivaylo made a small, catlike trill as her owner walked by again, stopping the satyr in her tracks. "Bringin' ya' a blankie, don' worry," Lethalia stopped to reassure Vay, kneeling to scratch behind her lacy ears. As if a blanket was anything of the hen's concern. Vay was getting big enough - bigger than Gold, anyway - that she could worry less about her catching a chill. Likely, the hen didn't really care about the blanket, but had to make some noise about all of Lethalia's bothersome flitting about. "Y'not gonna fit in th' house t'help me get ready, soon," she added, somewhat solemnly. "Y'ready? We can go, insteada' lettin' me bring the whole closet out." Ivaylo lv|7 ly|7 5
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Post by Lethalia on Nov 29, 2020 22:35:11 GMT -6
Ivaylo tolerated her for the most part, as much as one could enjoy their humanoid food and mothering dispenser. Once they were out of the farmstead, the hen looked a bit more excited to be going out and not simply cooped up here with strange looking mother hen. Vay even perked at the faraway din of a crowd, straining against her leash to try and drag Leth there in quick order. She might be able to deal with not being Vay's favorite person, they hadn't spent all that much time together after all, but it hurt a little bit that the hen was more excited about the crowd than her owner. Ah well - everything with time. Vay ought to have a good time tonight, and she was thankfully too big to get picked up and passed around now. One concern gone, and as long as she could keep the hen attached to the end of a leash, shouldn't be a worry at all. 6
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Post by Lethalia on Nov 29, 2020 22:35:26 GMT -6
Ivaylo charged into the makeshift fairgrounds like she owned the place, wedge-shaped head to the air to inhale deeply of the festive foods, tail studded with tiny budding thorns aloft and ready to serve as a counterbalance to the hen's erratic sharp turns. Being led as she was, Lethalia jogged to keep up with Vay to remain close enough to still be able to cut the hen off if she was heading somewhere she didn't need to be. Much like at the party, a juvenile hen was much too endearing to most visitors to take offense to Ivaylo sticking her nose into everything. Try as she might, Lethalia couldn't keep the hen away from everything, which meant the satyr was mortified to look like one of those douchebag pet owners with Vay sticking her nose wherever she decided looked interesting. 7
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Post by Lethalia on Nov 29, 2020 22:35:50 GMT -6
Including a handful of purses and backpacks; even if Lethalia had been mortified, it seemed most pet owners could empathize with the trials of raising young creatures. It helped that Ivaylo's confidence seemed to endear people to her, bold to the point several people asked if the sarane was a drake... In spite of her telltale block head and washed out pinks instead of bold oranges and black, her stripes only coming in as a subtle rose brindle on top of the dusty clay red base color at this age. It was hard to not be a little offended that people couldn't tell, she'd picked a red hen for their more muted color after all. Not to mention even small and barely houlouh sized, Vay was already developing into a perfect miniature hen with a blocky head and fat deposits that wouldn't melt away like baby fat. Ah well. Best to choose to take it as a compliment on Vay's demeanor more than anything else, she was a charming girl. 8
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Post by Lethalia on Nov 29, 2020 22:36:42 GMT -6
All of the food stands were so tempting, but Ivaylo's 'charm' made it difficult to really take in all the food booths had to offer. Vay was keeping her too busy simply steering the stocky young hen away from further trouble, and especially away from the largest bonfires for the time being. That was no place for a rambunctious young hen, while she was still so... zoomy. Lethalia didn't even realize she was missing the festivities' food until her stomach made itself known at the aroma of the nearest stand. And yeah, food sounded important for both of them. "Vay, c'mere," Leth tempted, fluttering her fingers at the hen to lure her over, winding the leash up to draw Ivaylo closer. The hen sniffed her, but quickly tried to weasel out of her hold; Lethalia took up her collar and pinned the wiggling hen between her knees, just needing her incapacitated long enough. Who knew it took ages to flash a smile and grab some food? Or at least it felt like it did with an unnaturally strong, toothy, petulant child pinned between her knees. 9
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Post by Lethalia on Nov 29, 2020 22:53:43 GMT -6
Naturally, there was lesser cooked and seasoned options for pets, and a few chunks of meat were just what it took to calm Vay's ceaseless exploring. Or she was channeling it all into chewing on a large marrow bone, but that was fine too. It still meant Lethalia could stop worrying about the hen catching a chill when they could lay around a roaring fire and cover the hen with a fluffy blanket. Considering the reds were intended for the desert, it was no surprise Vay looked right at home in the glowing warmth. It would be a lot of hen to hold at this point, but there was a chance she'd be carrying a sleepy oversized baby home. "Vay," Lethalia prompted, barely garnering a grunt from the hen. She was busy. The satyr touched the hen's back toes and giggled as they were jerked out of her reach, Ivaylo finally looking at her with a sassy snarl. "D'you see 'em?" Not quite sure if sarane were smart enough to follow a pointing finger, Lethalia nonetheless pointed Vay to the glittering lights exploding with little more than a popping sound in the sky. Though the hen didn't seem to outright pay them mind while half-enthralled with her bone, the gleam of the fireworks remained in the gleam of her tired, wide eyes throughout the show. Ivaylo lv|8 ly|8 10 -fin-
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Post by NPC on Dec 8, 2020 0:33:58 GMT -6
Congrats! You've completed the quest. Your prize has been sent to you, and you've been awarded 2 QP for this quest.
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