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Post by Skylos on May 1, 2019 12:48:50 GMT -6
A cup of strong herbal tea in her hand, Ridelys paused beside the small crowd of bulletin miller-abouts. Someone had posted another 'request'. One that had everyone talking. Loudly.
"Raid a sarane nest?! Aren't those extremely rare?"
"What sort of person would leave an item in or around a nest?!"
"I'm not risking my life or my precious flooflekins to go find someone's lost stuff."
"Mmmy hhandss stttart ssshaking when I ssssee a cccave. No wway."
Her ribbons were attached this morning, so her ever bored mind companion of a sarane with an earflap for criticizing gossip had plenty to say. A grumpy sneer that she could clearly imagine that needed no words.
{They would be dead before reaching a nest of any hen.} he declared haughtily.
[Just because several someones decided to train their females doesn't mean every hen is going to be like that.] Ridelys rebutted. As the crowds dispursed, mostly uninterested, the theron stepped forth, took a small slip of paper from the bottom that seemed meant for tearing off (like a calling flyer), and left.
"Is she going to try? Crazy."
"Don't go messing with that ersatz. Her brown drake, the one with the burned face, is a force of nature." someone remarked as Ridelys took the stairs back to the start.
They would be surprised all right, she believed while gathering her mining gear and Draco. He wasn't a fighter, but he wasn't an idiot.
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Post by Skylos on May 6, 2019 21:31:15 GMT -6
The argument over going vs not going didn’t escalate between ribbon and audible grumpiness between Ridelys and her frankly overprotective dragonish guardians. Draco hadn’t much interest in listening to the crazy female doing her flappy mouth talk to the air. He led the way out to the designated tunnel. Marked by red flags. This time Ridelys had a plan in mind. Now that she knew that the torch was removable from the buggy, it could be parked in a little ways and left behind. If she was out to raid a sarane nest, stealth is required. Granted, sneaking wasn’t her specialty, just being good at balance.
“Are we going to do any stone searching while we’re on this trip?” She asked the dragonling; who didn’t answer. A flex of the wings, a tilt of the head as he sniffed the air. He didn’t understand flappy speak, but could have a better ‘sense’ of smell.
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Post by Skylos on May 25, 2019 11:24:51 GMT -6
In her opinion, having at least one hen in her brood of sarane put a point at least in Ridelys' side of the field. She had a grown hen sarane, and thus knew about their size. Queenie still likely had some growing to do. A brooding hen on a nest, not so much. Not yet. Did sarane lay eggs when in season or only when paired? No offspring had been born lately, so either whatever event that allowed it to happen had stopped or the labs had put a ban out on siring more baby sarane. There were a lot now, the registry book was huge, and a good portion weren't even shown. Surprised they let that book be out on the public eye.
'I'm going and thats final. If you two don't drop it, I swear I'll leave my ribbons at home.' Usually a quick drop of subject for any creature who had something to say. Which seemed to be the case, disgruntling.
The gemling gave her knees a bit of a bump as he shrugged past her in the direction of the designated tunnel. Into the tunnel. No turning back now... wait what are you doing?! Stop that.
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Post by Skylos on May 25, 2019 12:08:16 GMT -6
Was she PARKING?! Backing the buggy into a reclusive little space beside the tunnel entrance. Covering it up with leafy branches, making sure the etch of whom the buggy belonged to showing. Digging out the tools she'd need, and a bag to carry them in. Unlatching the magical torch and a spare handful of brackets. Dumbfounded at her utter slowness of foot, the gemling ducked into the cave to wait. He wasn't the biggest fan of heat. Being a ruby gem dragon, he wouldn't melt persay, but it felt strange on his gemness.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Some of us do need to carry our digging supplies." she told him as she finally entered the cave. It wasn't even midday yet! If gemlings sported mobile eyes, they would roll at this comment. He'd never seen the female take to the rocks with her paws like he could. But her paws could grip things, unlike his own.
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Post by Skylos on May 25, 2019 12:15:41 GMT -6
Underground sarane, far as she heard, never reached the surface. They had enough of a food source and/or water to stay infinitely underground, it seemed. She thought hard; at least four people had come across hatchlings in the mines in the last few years, few and far between. Usually pretty deep. Only two? ever reached the pit for any sort of fights. But that big black drake had a nickname if she recalled; the maneater of the mines? Don't think about that right now. Males dont' stick around the nests, far as you've heard. Yes, just focus on finding the nest. Holding out her torch ahead, Ridelys scanned the path ahead of her as they trekked deeper down the tunnel. Several sets of footprints, mostly humanoid of various make, and a few accompanying creatures. At least seven sets of prints. Whatever the keeper mentioned to be a good prize must've been tempting for those.
Ignoring the prints before him, Draco went ahead, occasionally staring at the wall, bobbing his head as if sniffing, then possibly making a mark to come back for it later.
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Post by Skylos on May 25, 2019 13:05:26 GMT -6
'If you mention I need protection one more time, I seriously am taking these ribbons off. You're as bad as Caiman.' Ridelys told the repeated mental pokes of her younger guardian. At least Caiman's intrusion came more of opinion of what was in her head vs her safety.
{You are not safe. Hens are dangerous.} Dune's deepening whine repeated.
'And Draco's not enough protection for me? He's almost as tall as I am!'
{That creature does not care if you are killed.} she could imagine the younger drake pacing antsily in his enclosure, now large enough that he could just walk out if he wanted, because he couldn't fly out. Doors, another issue entirely.
The tunnel split ahead, and Ridelys needed to- bam. Ouch. Distracted by her guardians poking into her mind at inopertune times, Draco heard the theron bump into the merge of the wall. Purposefully loosening the blue ribbon on her wrist, Ridelys glanced either way of the tunnel, seeking footprints. One set had a pair or two more of humanoid prints... so theoretically it was that way. Or a ruse to confuse others to go that direction and get lost.
Any other markings?
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Post by Renathan on May 26, 2019 19:37:45 GMT -6
You have rolled a success! Your QP will be added to your bank, and you will be sent your prizes shortly.
If you would like to keep roleplaying, you may do so!
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Post by Renathan on Jun 1, 2019 0:10:00 GMT -6
  You also found these on your trip! |
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