Who

D'ex, Zynth

What

Zynth gets Taliveth a Kitten.

Cussing, Dragon Manipulation

When

It is late night of the sixteenth day of the sixth month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Zynth's Weyr, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 17 Jul 2017 07:00

 

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« We need a cat. »



Zynth's Weyr

The weyr is large and spacious, smooth walls high and curve around in a great oval, much like being on the inside of some huge egg. The a hollowed dip of a bowl sits in almost the exact center of the weyr, the sand at the bottom is racked smooth and evenly across the expanse that is more than enough space for a little Blue. Above this dip is flat floor that runs to the walls in all directions, a single stone staircase is cut up the curved stone walls to a ledge above that holds a table and set of chairs. In the ovular circle around the bowl, the floor is sectioned off and segrigated to purpose, though there are no visible barriers to be seen. One section has a bed pushed up against the wall, the next has a small alcove that homes a little kitchen, and the next a round skybroom tree table and chairs. Trunks are stacked in one sections, and one section is left open and empty apart from the shelves of supplise. A rack of riding leathers hang next to the door, oiling supplies on the self above them. The whole place gives a sense of purpose, order, and clenliness. The big weyr is not cluttered, but every item clearly has a place, every section of living thought out and arranged almost as if the egg-shape acts as a clock through daily tasks and places, all orbiting around the dragon's sandy bowl of a bed.


“Zynth we are NOT buying a runner! What the hell would I do with a runner?”

« No one said anything about buying. I’m suggesting you get one of the refugees to put their runner up in a game and you win a runner. »

D’ex stops, stands, and peers back into the weyr, frown growing to engulf D’ex’s whole body as arms fold and shoulders hunch inward. “Zynth. I. Can’t. Ride. I don’t want a runner.”

« Okay. »

At this, the red head stops. An augment won so easily? What was this? “Okay?”

« Yes. No runner. We will get a cat. Well then perhaps we should hop on down to pick up my cat. » The blue shifts slightly, one eye whirling slow calm, words and forest a relaxed easy, winter day. Zynth stands, stretching and shaking himself with a feline-like grace before starting out onto the ledge, his movements slow and relaxed, almost herding his rider back outside, « Come along. »

“NO!” D’ex is backing away the moment the blue is up. His hands are up as if it might ward off acquiring any more responsibilities or small mouths to feed. Hopping over a claw has him trying to dart back into the weyr. “No we are not getting a runner or a cat or a dog or a person or anything else like that! That damnable lizard is bad enough!”

« Don’t be calling Lady names. It is rude. » Zynth’s gaze follows D’ex, but the long tail twists around to block his escape off the ledge, « We need a cat. »

“No we don’t!”

« Runner or a cat, those are the choices. » The blue shifts back, though about average for a blue, the dragon is still more than large enough to encircle his whole rider, trapping the man on the ledge with only open sky beyond.

“NO!!! That damn lizard-“

« Lady. »

“Bad enough! Nothing else! You have to stop bringing people home! And other things! I have no where to put the people and I don’t want to deal with them!” D’ex folds his arms, glaring at Zynth.

Zynth remains unfazed. Head cocking slightly to one side, « Okay. It’s Taliveth’s cat and we still have to go get it right now. » The head lowers to look at his rider on the same level, a gentle breeze running through the man’s mind, « And We Will Visit It. »

“No! ‘m not getting a cat to saddle A’ndi with!”

« Too late, it is already your’s so we better go get it and deliver it before the price goes up for a late pickup. » The words remain easy and smooth, the breeze picks up flakes of snow to catch in D’ex’s thoughts.

“You did not get us a cat.”

« I got Taliveth a cat. »

“God damn it Zynth!”

The cat is not a cat. It is a kitten. It is black. And male. And put into a box. And it is paid for. Cussing. It is cussed at. Zynth is cussed at. And Cussing, the Kitten will be delivered to the weyr next door.

"Damn it A'ndi, this is your cat, but it is also Zynth's cat. And Taliveth's cat. Mostly it's Taliveth's cat and Zynth wants visiting-rights. So take it! Just take it! No, No this is not my problem! No! Your cat!"

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