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Post by Lethalia on Mar 14, 2021 21:48:45 GMT -6
Since the hen proved to be destructive enough with her bash, Lethalia waited until they'd walked into a nice clearing before whistling at her. "Ivaylo, watch out!" How much would have been imprinted on the hen when she was little, Lethalia wasn't quite sure. Ensuring the hen saw the wind-up, Lethalia pitched one of the beanies at the hen. This time, with the hen exponentially larger, she could throw them a lot harder without feeling guilty. Now that she was big, she could stand up to feeling it sting a little bit if she failed. If she was a fighting hen, a misstep would sting a lot more than an adorable sack of beans! There was something about the tone of voice Ivaylo immediately recognized, knowing enough to whip around and heed the warning whenever her owner crowed even more irritatingly than usual. It was good she looked, but was a tad bit too slow in reacting. danger sense|11
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 14, 2021 21:49:20 GMT -6
Amazing how such a tiny projectile could sting so much when it bounced off her haunch, almost sure to leave a stinging welt for it. Ivaylo snapped belatedly as it fell to the ground, whirling to glower at her owner. Hurriedly, Lethalia armed herself with a piece of meat to throw to Vay first - consumed without eyes leaving the satyr. Followed closely by grabbing a handful of the plushies from the pile, within the hen's eyesight. At the glace of her owner's ammunition - and of course she remembered those blighted little beasts, how could she not!? - Vay squared up against her, stiff and unmoving. What was the point of this game, again? Lethalia intentionally aimed a little off with the next throw, but that time around the hen actually tucked her rear end in a little more reliably. Apparently the first slip made enough of a mark to not want another one. danger sense|12
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 14, 2021 21:49:36 GMT -6
The next went a bit intentionally wide again, just missing Ivaylo's neck when she would have been too slow to move out of the way. That one would have been a welt the hen didn't soon forgive. Even though her dodging was slow, Vay was cooperating and definitely remembered this. Lethalia pondered that it was probably pretty hard to forget about being pelted with shiny little draconic beanbags. She sang the hen praise and produced a few more dripping pieces of meat for her, still getting a little flinch when the meat was more gently tossed underhand. "Y'ready, Vay?" Lethalia warned again, as if Vay had ever stopped tracking her movements at all. The last plush went sailing, and the red hen shifted her weight one way as she tried to guess it's trajectory. She moved a bit too slowly apparently, when she tried to dash out of the way only to get hit in the thickest part of her tail on the way out. danger sense|13
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 14, 2021 21:50:07 GMT -6
Ivaylo let loose a bitter hiss, rear end hitting the ground as she glared daggers at her human. What the hell, man? Lethalia shrugged as though it would change anything. "Sorry, Vay. Do better, I guess." A lot of the time, it really was for the better that not all of them could understand her; it was better for the satyr's livelihood this way. Not allowing Vay a moment to rest, a different kind of projectile came sailing through the air. Vay's ear flicked, hearing the whiffle ball's strange noise more than she'd really seen it. It was enough to get her attention in time to duck 'under' it - Leth had thrown high again, but yelled out praise for the hen all the same. Get her confidence back up in what she was doing first, and then see what she could manage! Ivaylo would be fine, she was more than capable of dealing with this. danger sense|14
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 14, 2021 21:50:20 GMT -6
The next throw, Lethalia watched the hen's head tilt this way and that while she discered where the ball was headed. She was still moving a little slow and it bounced off the peak of her shoulders with a solid smack, but she was getting better at predicting where things were heading. Lethalia had to give the hen a pity treat for the near-miss anyway. After that, it was almost like Vay decided she was done getting knocked around. No matter what Lethalia could toss her way, the hen was dodging things more neatly. It was still in a very... lazy, hennish, barely-trying sort of way, but she was dodging even the few rocks the satyr dared throw the red's way. Well, an avoidance of getting hit was always good! See - she'd known Vay would get the hang of it! This one was pretty keen, as far as sarane went. At least it felt like she was getting things down more easily than some she had a direct line of communication with. Ivaylo lv|15 ly|15 danger sense|15 | 'danger sense' training accepted!
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 20, 2021 11:33:12 GMT -6
Though the sarane might not be the critters fastest to pick up on things, Lethalia's attachment to them couldn't be helped. Ivaylo was too charming, sweet and social even compared to how easy hens were normally supposed to be. Already she was thinking grand ideas of teaching the hen various stupid 'cute' tricks and parading her around the contest hall... she could even be a charming mount or pull a cart... but that was a little far off for now. It would be a good idea to get the hen used to the idea of crowds though, wouldn't it? And being around people, she'd been a layabout all winter Now it would be happily less stressful that Vay was no longer a portable size. A pure red hatchling might be an easy thing to pocket and make away with, but try the same with a bear's worth of a hen. Ivaylo lv|15.1 ly|15.1 socialized|1
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 20, 2021 11:33:28 GMT -6
Lethalia couldn't handle the responsibility more than once or twice a month, but from time to time she did enjoy taking her old covered wagon down to the city to sell a few things. Sometimes sarane eggs or other critters, other times it was simply fresh butchered meat that had a surprisingly large customer base. If she'd had the mind to sit down and tool enough, leatherworked goods either sold for a pretty penny or got her interest in custom orderds. It was too big of a chunk of her income to forgo, and now she had high hopes that this shining desert gem laid out with her cart would be an attraction for more customers! The pure-blooded sarane were getting more common as time wore on, but seeing them out in the wild and not just sequesterd away in breeders' barns was a less normal sight. She would just have to prepare Vay for that! socialized|2
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 20, 2021 11:34:03 GMT -6
Unintentionally, the hen had been fairly thoroughly sociallized while she was smaller and more easily carted around places. First day of adventuring out with the cart, it might've been what helped the hen not be as worried over the humanoids walking around than she otherwise would have. No, the first day, she spent the greater part of it hiding behind the cart and hissing mournfully when a particularly large beast passed by. No matter Lethalia's reassurances, Vay still hadn't been around anything larger than the chelcuada that came in the yard from time to time and kept to himself. She hadn't even seen Vidarr up close, never mind a wiurn stomping around! Thank gods for Vay's sake, they came in after the thundergugs were done moving wares into the trading post... The red hen was wary enough she didn't really call anybody's attention to her, lest they decided they wanted to pet a nervous pseudo dragon. socialized|3
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 20, 2021 11:34:14 GMT -6
Lethalia kept their first trip brief, lest Vay get too stressed out. She got quite some time to think on the first trip since it was a few weeks until the satyr felt like bothering to go out again. (An empty coin purse could be a pretty strong modivator, sure. Not like she had anybody in her life that was going to get after her for only working when she was broke. Score. So she could continue her absolutely ignoring real work until she didn't have a credit to her name and bills came up. Living an adult life.) Ahem. Since the satyr actually had reason to go once more to re-line her coffers, naturally Vay got dragged along again. Last time none of the big creatures had bothered her, but the red still laid behind the cart away from as much foot traffic as she could. This time at least, she positioned herself so that her long neck could crane around the side to still keep an eye on her owner, and a small part of the outside world. It was a little bit less intimidating back here. Leth had nothing but time and no particular plans; Ivaylo could be as shy as she wanted. socialized|4
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 20, 2021 11:34:35 GMT -6
Next trip, Vay found enough of her hatchling confidence back to curl around the side of the cart so that she could lay with Lethalia's seat in the cuve of her body. It would look a lot like the red was being protective of her owner, but the Leth was pretty sure it was more about being close and protect ed herself. "Oh - you've got a friend!" a voice came, bringing both of the ladies' attention to them. The satyr's customer-smile was plastered on in an instant, and she stood to greet... someone she recognized, anyway. They were a obviously regular - but did folks really expect her to remember names? "M'baby Vay?" Leth confirmed, smiling and holding a flat hand out to the red's nose. Vay pressed her muzzle into the offered palm, big bashful eyes on the stranger. "She ain't seen a lotta' people since she's bin gettin' so big, we're workin' on it," she admitted with a smile. Ivaylo wouldn't have been nearly as chill as she already was without all the socializing as a baby, but it had been a few months of deep winter where she hadn't gone out as much. It would come back to her in no time. Ivaylo lv|16 ly|16 socialized|5
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 20, 2021 11:35:21 GMT -6
Getting the customer's normal purchases of 'whatever looked new' to her, Ivaylo watched warily from the sidelines, unwilling to accept any attention. "Will you be here with her again? Maybe she'll be feeling more friendly!"All Leth could muster was a shrug and a sincere, "Dunno, might be back in a couple'a weeks." Some folks would be upset by working with a trader like her, and some would seek her out for the assumtion there was more to her scarcity than her whims. Really, it just wasn't proper customer service to admit she'd be back when she wanted to buy something and was too flat broke to do so. Luckily Vay wasn't one of her fire-breathing 'dragons', because the next time Lethalia took her out, the satyr also made her accept a well-meaning petting or two. Only those who didn't raise the hackles on Leth herself, and for a young hen Vay was being quite well behaved. No bites yet, anyway. socialized|6
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 20, 2021 11:35:35 GMT -6
At some point, she actually got a pretty chill hen at her feet while doing something as mundane as selling at her cart. Lethalia had to admit, something about having one of her pets there made just sitting being a merchant much more interesting. This red wasn't even fully grown up and looked puny in comparison to the dominant matriarch, but it was perhaps an unfair comparison to the broodmother with quite a few eggs and fights under her belt. Ivaylo didn't have to be well trained to look the part of guard monster; her mere prescence was a safety, so she didn't actually need to be terribly ready to defend her owner. Nobody knew she was puny unless they raised sarane. All the same, their tendancy to be injected with any sort of mystery element ought to be enough of an unknown it wasn't worth it to mess with any sarane, even outwardly normal ones. socialized|7
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 20, 2021 11:35:47 GMT -6
Even if the people were getting easier for Vay to stand, the creatures passing by were more likely to give her a conniption. That was the larger part of doing this after all: Lethalia didn't exactly own a menagerie to expose the red hen to. But learning Vay some social manners was actually motivating the satyr to go out and sell more often, something just short of a miracle. Something about bringing a pretty gleaming red made it all more fun, especially since it usually meant they could meet on terms both of them enjoyed - sitting. Leth didn't ponder on it long when Ivaylo grew restless, placing an absent minded hand on the side of the hen's neck as she chatted with a customer. Even now the hen was fairly reactive to things bigger than her, and it didn't cross the satyr's mind that another passerby would be commanding more of her attention for any particular reason. Patting the hen's thick-growing neck to ease the growing tension there, Leth finally sighed and looked over her shoulder to see what Vay's deal was. socialized|8
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 20, 2021 11:36:32 GMT -6
Of course it was a drake; that wasn't particularly surprising. Ah well. Vay would have to get used to them too, considering the males were such popular battle pets they weren't going to be coming across any less of them. They thought they owned most hens sure, but it wasn't as though she was going to take any hens out when they were in heat. It would be fine. Lethalia patted Ivaylo's neck again and crooned to her, pretending like she was also still paying attention to the customer, which was harder than normal considering the hen commanding more and more of her attention. Usually she'd calm down at her owner's fussing, but her tail spines began to bristle and rumbled so low in her chest Lethalia couldn't hear but felt through the palm resting upon the hen. About to ask Vay what her problem was, the satyr twisted in her chair to look again. Leth had only that moment to leap out of her chair before an unfettered drake barreled it over.
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 20, 2021 11:36:50 GMT -6
Hard to hear over Vay's screeching, Leth was pretty sure she caught the handler hollering "He's friendly!!" Ivaylo was too wiggly and hissing for the drake to grab her, flashing his teeth at the unruly hen to mind her manners around him. Carts and tents were hardly an obstacle to a single-minded drake, an open tent falling to the swing of his tail and a cart bumped to the side like it was nothing as he wheeled around trying to match her tight, frightened movements. An attempt at snatching her resulted in the hen peeling herself out from beneath his forearm, long red tears blooming over her shoulder. Lethalia scrambled to arm herself with anything - why, oh why didn't she bring her shotgun anymore!? it wasn't like the city was just safe, she should have known that! complacency, stupid! - ending up with a tent pole. Who knew how much she could do swinging a stick at an enraged drake, but she'd stood her ground against more of them than her hen ever had! As Leth wound the stick over her shoulder, Ivaylo's scales gleamed strangely in the afternoon sun. || Ivaylo's scales Gleam: strength+1; Ivaylo uses Flash ||
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