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Post by Lethalia on May 17, 2019 23:40:48 GMT -6
|Well, go in the rest of the water! Let's stop doing circles.| As if the idea hadn't occurred to him before! His head jerks towards the center of the pool, curious. He was allowed to go out there? With the hesitation, Lethalia further prompts |There's no real reason we can't just... not go in circles, right? Just don't drown me, and we'll be well off! Probably shouldn't have mentioned the last part, especially how dubious he finds her now. "C'mon," she attempts, patting the side of his neck away from the wall. Lethalia hopes he won't be so stubborn to stay here on the boring wall 'just because.' Eyeing the sparking water a bit suspiciously, the drake wafted out into the center of the pool, no deeper than the rest of it. Time in the water led him to figuring out some of the mechanics of swimming, still walking along with front claws but learning to use a tail as a rudder. The idea of kicking out with his back legs to go faster seems to occur to him sometimes, but the sensation of his weight being lifted and floating in the water is too unsettling for the drake to care for it. Maybe she really did need to take him off to the docks and let both of them get a decent swimming lesson in; it couldn't hurt Vidarr to learn how, could it? If he could actually learn how to at all - she's not entirely sure on that one. Should probably find out if sarane who lacked fins could learn how to not drown before planning that docks trip. Eventually the drake's energy had to wane, and it would be of best interest to them both to intervene before he was exhausted this time! His little serpentine patterns get smaller and a little more wobbly, his hind legs seeming to slip a little beneath him. It was time. |Let's get out for now, Lethalia directs, adding even if he won't believe her fib, |My legs are getting tired!| 'Sure, sure' she expects to hear someday. The drift towards the wide ramp tell her he's not going to fight a chance to get out of the water; she thinks it might be more tiring than he was expecting. Well, maybe it was the 'new thing' he'd needed to keep life interesting! It was likely why the drake had latched onto the idea of the water; it had just been something he's never experienced before. Now that the moment has passed, it wouldn't be surprising if Vidarr chose to never deal with it again. Not that the satyr can blame him. Since Lethalia seeks out bodies of water so seldom herself, it wouldn't really be any sort of inconvenience to her. Then again. Threats that could come from both air and ground in the form of Wiurn and Thundergug were worrying enough. Should they also be concerned about threats from the water? Were there enough Pliathor even trained around the labs to fear one cropping up as competition? That's one possibility that's more unsettling than the others, unsurprising since beasts of the water tended to have that effect on those above the waves. Those land and air dwellers rightly couldn't trust an enemy they could hardly see beneath their aquatic veil. A shudder runs down Lethalia's spine. Even though they'd just been in the water and it had proven to be crystal-clear and empty of any other beasties, she has to look over her shoulder and watch Vidarr haul himself out. Of course there wouldn't be a leviathan raising out of these shallows to fight either one of them, but the remembrance that such things existed was unsettling enough to want to double check the water... Or just get as far away from it as they can. Not that it's a founded fear, and she finds the drake looking oddly at her pause. Shrugging the thought off best she could, Lethalia sought out her backpack to free from it a warming blanket she'd gotten from the mansion at some point. It would work well enough instead of a towel for now. Swathed in the blanket made the satyr measures more comfortable, as if the warmth and apparent protection of it would ward off the 'bad' creatures she was thinking about. Watch out monster, she's got a blanket! The satyr's trademark smile reappears on her lips, more than content to keep herself entertained and her mind from wandering into trouble with being a bit silly. It worked for her! It only continued to seem a bit goofy as a small amount of elation surged at a sudden realization; there's still coffee! Though dropped on the ground and forgotten ages ago so she could tend to Vidarr instead, it was a joy to recall it had been brought here! The well camouflaged cup takes some time to track down when it's sideways in the matching grass, but it turns up eventually - and victory is so, so good when it includes caffeine. "It's nice and sunny out now, at least," she informs the drake, as he watched her flit all over the place. Lethalia could feel his eyes on her the whole time, and she went about her business before acknowledging the gaze burning holes in her back. Lidded eyes give her a half-glare, unimpressed by her observation since he's still dripping wet in spite of the sun. "Y'could go for a little flight, dry off a little." Hatchlings were incredibly more susceptible to catching a chill than the adults were, but she can't shake the slight worry it could damage Vidarr. Sarane were still reptiles after all, right? Lethalia could always count on him instantly perking up at the suggestion, but his eyes still remain lidded with suspicion. |Really? Fly now?|"That's still the kind of exercise we need to do," she confirms with a smile, gesturing to the well-manicured field in the background. It's not surprising Vidarr didn't see it as any sort of area specifically designated for flying; one grassy field is the same as the next. "They have hills to take off from, even. Stick around the open space so I can keep track of you." Sometimes she feels like she's herding Vidarr like a child, rather than how a creature is usually handled, but it seems to be effective nonetheless. It's likely just a habit she's picked up, and sometimes she slips up in taking to creatures more like it's a little one instead of an animal... Vidarr lv|103.2 ly|75.2 stamina|7 word total|7201
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Post by Lethalia on May 17, 2019 23:42:18 GMT -6
Giving a sharp shake of her head, she cuts off the thought before it can even begin. There's one rabbit hole of thoughts that would pull her right out of the present, and she couldn't venture that far down into her mind right now. It's a topic better off locked up in there, and damned if it's going to surface now. Quiet, you. Fortunate that she's got Vidarr to distract her. The sudden elation that builds up in him is infectious, and something of a shock that his attention turns back to her, even once given permission. |Coming?|There's never a higher compliment than when he'd actually like her company, and her heart aches when he asks. |I'll freeze,| she heralds his inquiry, the blanket draped upon her shoulders. |G'on. I like watching you, too.|At least he's not the type of creature that would sit here to try and goad her into things they wanted. With the first inclination that she wasn't coming along, Vidarr had already rocketed off towards the field. Such a large creature can take off with more grace than she'd ever imagined, and she can't help but marvel at how much it takes to get his mass off the ground. Using a hill to take off was probably a weakling's way out in his opinion, shimmering wings spreading as he gains speed. It's more labor intensive the way he takes off with a hop into the air, followed by several furious short beats of the wing to gain altitude before his wing stokes can even out, now clear enough of the ground to not have concern about hitting it with a delicate membrane or finger bone. Droplets of water scatter as he takes to the skies, a light mist that even reaches Lethalia. Making a move to lift the blanket over her head, the first scatting of droplets in her hair gives her reason to stop dodging the isolated shower. It's already soaked along with the rest of her, no real point in trying to protect against any more now. As she watched Vidarr dart around in the sun shafts, it dawned on her that it was getting way too warm of a day to be bundled up in a heated blanket. The better choice would be up there alongside him, but they'd have other times for that. Lethalia had yet to be courageous enough to take any rides in the air without the saddle anyway. It's not as though she's a lot older now, but those adrenaline junkie days have definitely died down in comparison to before settling here. In fact, her drake would likely take great joy in her tales - constantly getting into fights, hunting, having all of the, uh, 'hens' she wanted, and sometimes drakes... There's a longing for the life somewhere in her, the wander lusting part, but the rest is happy to keep her sorry hide alive for some time more. The better view of Vidarr's acrobatics would be at the edge of the field. The satyr makes her way over, shrugging the too-hot blanket off as she went. It was fanned out on the grass instead, the well-kept turf springy and soft beneath it. Now this is going a little more to plan, allowing Lethalia to sprawl out in the sun and stare at the sarane buzzing this way and that in the sky. Clearly his wings aren't tired from swimming, since he didn't even seem to want to stop and rest before taking to the winds. Even so, it's nicer to not feel the need to keep track of him nearly so closely while flying as opposed to anything else they've done at the gym. That's Vidarr's domain plain to see, and if there were something that could drag him out of it against his will, it would be the start of a very grave day indeed. Lethalia could watch him forever - and does settle down to watch for quite some time. It's no different than the moves taken at home, or even when she comes along for the ride. But there's something about watching her creatures being themselves that was deeply satisfying, even if she's witnessed it so many times before. They're forces of nature, just like sitting and watching the rain - she's also never turned down sitting and watching a rain storm, no matter how many others had been witnessed before. |Had some fun?||Yes!|Lethalia is clearly more lost in her head and feelings more than normal, if her drake can keep melting her heart today. It's great to see him enjoying time in the air so passionately that it's difficult to muster the willpower to disrupt it. He's had enough time to himself on the wind for today, and there will be so many more days for him to have all the time in the world up there. Right now, they needed to get down to work more than anything. |I'm glad you enjoyed your break. Land down here, you're still gonna be flying," comes the explanation slowly, trying to cut off a protest before it comes. |You're just gonna be landing more to make it more work.| The emotional equivalent of a groan from the drake - she suspects the fact that flight takes so little effort is why he enjoys doing it so much. Let him enjoy flying with a little bit of extra effort involved! Vidarr lv|103.3 ly|75.3 stamina|8 word total|8104
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Post by Lethalia on May 17, 2019 23:43:42 GMT -6
Landing nearby, he ambled over to where she was sitting on her blanket, snorting a little. Seemed unfair that she just gets to lounge! Where was her work at when he was here doing... whatever it was he was doing? It's all a bit unclear about what all of this is supposed to accomplish, and his attention wanes too much during her explanations for him to be able to really retain much of anything. Endurance - he caught that much! It was about it though, and the word is a little big for him to latch onto enough to remember the meaning of. Lethalia was able to guess well enough what that small 'upset' from Vidarr came from. |You can be lazy soon enough. Now.| The woman points to a nearby hillock, one of many differently shaped ones on the field's surface. "Fly!" Remaining where he stood Vidarr stared at his owner with unbelieving eyes. What's the point of going straight back up now?! Lethalia wouldn't expect him to be upset with more flying, but he's definitely agitated that he's confused. A small hiss and a that rolling growl emanates from the drake as the finger pointing the way doesn't waver, the way he stomps off is too boorish to be unfazed. Ah well, he's definitely going to be fine if she just wears him out! Not that the feelings of a drake didn't matter but they definitely came in great crashing waves, battering all in their path with it's fury. Lethalia's still got to learn to deal with so much passion over every emotion, but she's learning every day with him. Each one became easier, and she was even able to smile at him through his little fit. They'd be fine, and perhaps she would even build up enough fortitude alongside Vidarr that she could avoid getting sick at the tournament. Wishful thinking, but she was going to anyway. If his intensity didn't get to her, nerves definitely were going to. All of these exercises and ideas she's applying to her drake could well be useful learning for her as well, but the thought is pushed aside with little acknowledgement. She's absolutely not depressed, she just... neglects the care of oneself fairly often. It's fine to keep thinking that way, and she's not about to stop and fix anything, gods no. Though not thrilled with the turn of events, this does mean he gets to remain flying instead of anything else. Decently heartened by that, Vidarr does choose to take off from the nearby hill this time. Body recovering from swimming, he was regaining energy but found his legs had gotten stiff and achy from the exertion. Even launching himself into the air was a bit of a task at this point, even with all effort made to hide any hesitation in his takeoff. Flying is one thing he can't give up being perfect at - at least as far as he's concerned. Hearing a faraway "Land!" just a few minutes later brings the snarl back on his muzzle; why couldn't he just be left alone to fly? This was adequate enough exercise! As little as he enjoyed it, it was quite difficult to ignore one of her direct commands. A tilt of the wing and Vidarr was descending to the ground again in a lazy spiral; he's not going to be thrilled with it if he's sent right back up again. |Let's go for a lap in the pool!|The change in trajectory is so abrupt and so much worse than just being told to land and take off with no reason, Vidarr has to just stop and stare at his owner for some time. The satyr had already ran off to the pool's edge, standing there expectantly. Even though she's normally quite serious and blunt for his sake, the sarane still seems to be keeping his reservations about it. There was always the chance she was really teasing him or joking, wasn't there? "C'mon, Vidarr!"No such luck this time. A deep groan to complain that about the hardships of not being able to get out of this, the drake hauls himself over to the pool like he was asked. The flying has him winded of course, but his wings are all that's tired now - legs are recovered just fine. That doesn't mean there's any interest in tiring them out again! He doesn't share one bit of that big grin Lethalia flashes at him, and it's quite certain she's smiling because of his plight. Horrible, horrible person, taking joy in a poor drake's suffering. "Don't be a wimp, lessgo!" came a semi-encouraging shout. Is this day over yet? He's certainly coming to the conclusion that it should be. Even so, Vidarr finds himself wading down the ramp to the pool again, but not without a meaningful glare shot her way. Lethalia's seen that look so many times by now, she's impervious to it. Which is good, because he likes to give it a lot, especially when he's supposed to be doing something. Clearly she's a pretty awful person to make him do anything, let alone things the drake had suggested he wanted to do. How dare. Even though she's clearly such a terror, the woman chooses to jog the circumference of the pool along with Vidarr, wondering if it will placate him some. One cat eye keeps focused on her after a moment, and the drake huffs as he strains against the waves. This wouldn't be his favorite thing, considering all of the strain involved with it! Vidarr lv|103.4 ly|75.4 stamina|9 word total|9032
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Post by Lethalia on May 17, 2019 23:44:35 GMT -6
|Dumb.|It's a stark difference from his enjoyment of being able to fly earlier. Hoping to keep him motivated enough to keep going for just a little while longer, Lethalia temps |We can head home when you're good and tired!||Tired now.|It can be pretty charming when Vidarr is actually trying to talk his way out of something. Unsurprisingly he doesn't have quite the way with words to be successful, but he's cute enough when he does it that sometimes she has to give in. It makes Lethalia feel pretty guilty she can't just let him be done now, but they just haven't done enough today to consider it a good enough exercise to mean anything. |Soon,| she repeats, knowing he's not actually tired enough to be asking with any sincere modivation. It's just more attempts at getting to go home more quickly. |We're so close to done, and you're going to fly more after this!|Hard to decipher if it's enough to talk him into pressing on, but Vidarr falls quiet after her last statement. All it takes is a slight motioning of the hand to get him going back out the ramp once he completed a circuit, and the slight shake of his legs seems to lend credence to the idea that he really is beginning to get tired. He was just lucky she didn't get to put her entire plan into effect, because Lethalia had really wanted to hook him back up to the cart and use that, too! The gear needed to haul the cart would have been too much fuss to take on and off each time he needed to fly or get into the water, so it was easier to just... not. The resistance of the water and what the leg weights added appear to be doing the job of tiring him out well enough. How quiet Vidarr falls sometimes was unsettling, but it didn't hint much towards how he's really feeling. The background buzz of his feelings didn't give off much either, and Lethalia's not quite sure if he's either better at hiding them, or if there's really not much for him to be sharing right now. Neither one seems likely, unless she's to believe he's just too distracted or tired out to feel much about this. If it's determination, it would make sense that it would manifest in a drake in a way that denied the existence of fatigue or pain. She can only hope he never harms himself enough to hide it from her, else she might never find out any easy way! There's no bothering to shake his scales free of water this time now that Vidarr's found a much more efficient way of drying off. Go figure spreading one's scales and wings in the sun and wind worked wonders to dry off. He doesn't require direction at this stage, but does choose to go for the nearest hill to launch from instead of doing it the show offish way. There was no mistaking that as a sign that the drake's energy was effectively being chipped away at. At least the giant span of those camouflage wings did more work in getting off the ground than his dragging legs wanted to do at this point. Once in the air, Vidarr's movements gained ease and speed. Even if he didn't let off much, Lethalia can feel how much it lessens the strain on him in comparison to swimming or running, things he wasn't nearly as well made for. There was something about flying that seemed like he was getting nearly as much rest as if he was laying down somewhere, as long as he could lazily use updrafts to keep afloat like he can this day. It made sense he would be more relaxed in the air, and she was curious if he really could tire too much to fly. It felt like a rather cruel goal to have in mind, to drain him to the point where he couldn't even remain in the air. Even so, she's never seen him that tired. Well, there was their end goal for the day; get Vidarr too tired to even fly, and then... Rest and get home, eventually? It might take a while to let him recover from that, since it's not often he exerts himself so entirely. Ah well, it's what they came for after all - she won't allow them to leave before he's good and tired, even if he doesn't entirely understand the reason just yet. Maybe he would someday, and more likely, once they were done with the gym he would probably forget all about it. Allowing him to recover a little longer in the air, Lethalia calls Vidarr back down to the pool - he seems to be picking up on it, because he knows this might end sooner if he cooperates with it. There's not much to be told once he lands, the drake slithering into the water on his own accord, even if she might hear the hint of a crocodile hiss across the pool. That's fine that he can be frustrated - or whatever that is - all he wants, as long as he just keeps going. Though more arduous than the last, Vidarr completes his current lap of the pool. Hauling himself out this time around is certainly less graceful, but it just makes getting in the air all the more worth the anticipation. Although taking off it getting even slower for the drake, even if the sun warms the water off his scales, there still seems to be something just bogging him down. It takes another entire lap of the pool once he's landed once more, but the drake finally collapses to the turf the moment he clears the ramp one more time. |Well done,| Lethalia praises softly, walking over to sit with her drake puddled on the ground. |I'll go get the paperwork filled out to tell them we're done, and then home, okay?| He was likely to be asleep once she returned from the office. Vidarr lv|104 ly|76 stamina|10 word total|10041 stamina +1 approved!
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:17:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:18:24 GMT -6
Lethalia had left Juniper to her own devices for some time after returning from the mansion. With the sort of expedited growth the mansion lended the white hen, Leth couldn't really fathom what compliations could arise from it. Aside from the fact that she had one of those overgrown-puppies of an adult hen - if only Juni was that friendly, but more the part where she had no idea how big or strong she was yet. Juniper's re-acclimation to her hen pack as an adult was.. painful to watch. June got a swift awakening upong realizing she didn't fit in the corner the hatchlings wedged themselves in, greeted by nearly a dozen of the babies squeaking their horror at the unknown intruder. -and for disturbing the babies, there was an immediate rebuke from watchful mama Esti. Since Juniper was still young herself, she hadn't been chased out with fire and brimstone, but the broodhen wouldn't hesitate on the second misstep. Juniper lv|14.1 ly|14.1 stamina|1
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:18:56 GMT -6
If they were wild hens the whole ordeal would have looked a lot uglier, especially with an overgrown fledgling hen that likely would have been overstaying her welcome. Here in captivity with endless nesting, food, and drakes, their competition was warped to merely squabbling about the best nesting box or sun beam. Those kinds of tiffs were quite milder than a real competition for resources when they meant survival, and not just sitting next to somebody they didn't like. Domestic hens were funny that way. No matter how uneventful the hen fighting was, it wasn't any way to leave the poor white to a miserable existance. Her poor social skills kept her out of the older hens' shed, where she was even less likely to suddenly become socially adept. Leth had an idea, but - you didn't see a lot of hens at the gym. What else was meant for honing a creature's body in quite the same way? This hen admittedly seemed a bit... not quite like the gym's usual clientele. stamina|2
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:19:35 GMT -6
It was usually for near-'finished' creatures, a final touch for a battle beast. Not... teaching a young dork how to adjust to her body. Going to the training section she was last here with a very different sarane made her feel quite out of place with the slightly-dopey young hen in tow. Though Juniper swam well enough she could easily use the big tank meant for actual sea-monsters, Lethalia led them over to the smaller one that land animals could still touch the bottom. Best not let the beast get away from her. Nearby - that same track for running on, and a well-manicured field of soft grass and rolling hills of varying heights. Leth knew Juniper was physically large and mature enough to do this. But she still acted so little, sniffing at the water's edge and tossing her head at nothing, noodling back to her owner with a goofy gait. "Oh June," Lethalia sighed fondly, reaching out and smoothing her hand over the hen's scales. stamina|3
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:21:00 GMT -6
By her guess, June was going to remain petite like both of her parents. But small as she was, she was undoubtedly physically mature enough to be due for a bit of a workout; she was cut out for this. So why did she feel so bad about it? It would help if she didn't act such the part of big baby. "What am I gonna do with'cha, baby girl?"Well, she did have a few ideas past just getting here, but no telling if it would pan out until she tried it on June. It was a rather unique situation with a hen seemingly growing big before the rest of her was ready for it. Leth could only guess at what might be helpful, and hope some god would take pity on her prayers to not have to deal with it again. Just like it would be a tall order to tire out Vidarr with flying alone, would she even be able to give June a challenge of any sort with swimming? She'd have to meet some resistance to start figuring out where her limits were, and the water came to her so naturally Leth doubted she would even get enough exercise out of it. stamina|4
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:24:58 GMT -6
Getting her out of the pool at the end of the day could also pose a challenge. Perhaps she should keep June away from the pool until she was less the child she was right now. So this idea... the leg weights? Lethalia wasn't too sure about this one, Juniper appearing to share worry about her owner kneeling down to strapped something to her front leg. But you couldn't really disprove a concept until you tried it, and she didn't exactly have a lot of bright ideas for dealing this particular issue. Circling to Juni's other side, the second wasn't as neatly done as the first now that the hen had an idea of what was coming. That meant she could put up a fuss for no real reason, trying to pull her foot out from the satyr's hands, but this leg weight was going on whether June wanted it or not. "Aight! C'mon, Juni!" Lethalia finished, giving the second weighted leg a pat as if it hadn't just cost her several minutes' struggle. Juniper lv|15 ly|15 stamina|5
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:25:46 GMT -6
Before the hen could get the idea to go pick at her new footgear, Leth patted either side of that wide head with flat palms, goading the hen into a low playful growl as she opened her mouth. The satyr rather quickly thought better of it took her hands back to herself. June might act like a baby, but one of those boxing matches with her would be a lot more devastating than with a puppy. Instead Leth dodged more playful nips to reach out and boop the of Juniper's muzzle, turning heel and running off to the field as soon as it was ensured she'd gotten the hen's attention. The satyr bypassed the track completely, heading instead for the knotted hills for something a little more strenuous than a flat track. Sure enough Juniper had gone thundering off after her, as much as sarane were able to anyway. Some of them were still pretty good Leth slowed as soon as she realized the pace being kept behind her was a bit lacking. Juniper hadn't given the weights any genuine concern up until now. Before they were uncomfortable enough - but now that they were moving?! These things were horrible! stamina|6
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:26:13 GMT -6
June's first several weighted strides saw her front legs go flying, lifting and flicking off to the side with every movement of the new devices. Over-compensating for the weights made an unintentional show out of her high-stepping gait; shame she wasn't hooved. When that method proved to try and trip her, her hind claws kicked up clods of dirt with the effort required to overcome her newly unweildy fronts. She was definitely about to reach down and rip the weights off when just the wrong tilt to the grass tripped her again. All of a sudden she had to try and keep track of where her feet were, and her owner hollering from ahead, and the incline instead of a decline to the grass - Juniper tripped entirely on a small hill, knocking her chin and elbows on the turf before she could recover. (How exactly would one go about getting grass stains out of white scales? Leth couldn't help but wonder in spite of the hen's plight.) stamina|7
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:26:35 GMT -6
Even immature, she was self-aware enough to dodge away from her owner's concerned reaching for her chin, hoping to make sure she wasn't actually scraped up too bad. In fact, she didn't only avoid the satyr - but ran past her entirely. "Hey you!" Leth still had her doubts, but if Juniper could shrug off a fall perhaps she would turn out just fine. She wouldn't learn anything about her body if she didn't take a couple of spills - and the gym had seemed like the perfect place to do just that. It was set up for them to have a couple of falls, right? The grass was soft, anyway. She'd be drawing a lot of paralells to doing it with Vidarr since it'd been her only experience thus far. And, well, he was a similarly gawky young adult, if not quite as awkward. He came out of the gym with quite a few bumps and scrapes; the same would be good for this hen. Hopefully. stamina|8
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:27:07 GMT -6
Interesting how even 'lower' creatures could display embarrassment, or at least some kind of acknowledgement they were displeased with something they'd done themselves. Juniper's blue eyes wouldn't quite meet her owner's, even when looking back to see if the satyr was following her or not. A game of tag made this all the easier to get the hen cooperating, so Lethalia happily took off in pursuit of her. June tossed her head again in a happy little flip, hind claws kicking up a little more to find the traction to pull ahead. They might've been fairly evenly matched, if Juniper was a normally matured hen. But she didn't know quite well enough how to use her mass, even if she had more than enough muscle to run about as fast as the woman approaching from behind. Too bad for June, Lethalia's nimble hooves could pick a path through this in her sleep. She only had a a little more experience free running in comparison. stamina|9
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Post by Lethalia on Jul 10, 2021 13:27:23 GMT -6
"Gotcha!" the woman chimed and gave the hen's rear end a firm pat when she drew up beside her. Crowing her surprise and whipping her head around to gape her maw at the woman, Juniper removed her eyes from the undulations of the ground long enough to lose track of it. Suddenly there was no turf beneath her claws, the hen landed with her front paws tucked under her at the bottom curve of a tiny hill. Lethalia watched from the crest, hands on her hips, wondering if they'd get out of this with the hen still whole. Unless the hen was truly injured, they had to press on. There would have been no use in coming here at all if it created an entirely different set problems for them! No, Juniper didn't get the opportunity to learn that she could give up. They hadn't even done any 'formal' training yet, but Lethalia was pleased with the way this juvenile was keeping up. This kind of routine wasn't easy for more formidable creatures! It may well be going smoothly for the fact that Juniper hadn't realized this was actually work. The longer Leth kept it that way, the better. Juniper lv|16 ly|16 stamina|10
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