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Post by Athuraadd Fallonkreath on May 22, 2014 14:30:51 GMT
Left to his own devices, Athuraadd was a surprisingly dangerous little individual. Dangerous not in the traditional 'I'm going to mess your shit up with swords and knives and magic' sort of way, but dangerous in a 'I'm going to indirectly cause a lot of of problems and you're going to have to help me out of it' kind of way, which arguably was a lot more problematic. He didn't mean to do it, true, but sometimes habits were unbreakable.
He'd been on the Drakonborg for a couple of days now, taking in the different sights and sound of Drakonrhedi HQ and familiarising himself with their lifestyle. It was safe to say he stuck out like a sore thumb, and he seemed to register that whenever he walked through the corridors; people giving him sideways glances, whispering to each other every time he passed, etc. He tried not to mind, after all- Cedric had officially given him permission, it wasn't like he was here unlawfully. Even so, being on a ship where every single person is highly skilled, fiercely trained fighter and you are so obviously not was quite daunting for Athie.
It wasn't as if he was unappreciative, far from it in fact, but he felt as if he needed to distance himself a little away from the Drakonrhedi, out of fear that he was getting on their nerves. He'd snuck away from the sleeping quarters early that morning and took the opportunity to explore the ship himself, deciding to take unfamiliar routes and corridors to find new places to discover.
After nearly an hour of trying to traverse the overwhelming expanse of the great ship, Athie finally found himself in a corridor that was much wider than the others and -figuring that it must lead to somewhere quite important- trotted excitedly down it. Eventually, after taking a flight of stairs, he came to a large door with a large emblem of a drake carved into its surface, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what was behind it.
He felt himself involuntarily gulp, wondering if his permission to stay on the Drakonborg extended as far as this. Nevertheless, and after a surge of bravery, he extended a hand nervously and pushed one of the great doors open, his body being small enough to only need a small gap to slide through. Once he slipped inside, he was instantly greeted with the strong smell of hay and staw- a farming smell, the odour of barns and horses, one that registered well with his ancestry. The room he was met with was smaller than he expected, despite its length, but he reckoned there was probably more than one set of drake stables throughout the ship, which would make sense, judging from the amount of drakes the Drakonrhedi kept.
The drakes were housed very much like horses in a stable, each one having their own box stall with their name etched below. It was quite endearing actually, to see how lovingly well-kept the Drakonrhedi ensured their beasts were. There must've been around twenty stalls in total in that particular stable, ten on each side, with a wide walkway running up the middle, a few hay bails scattered here and there. At the sound of his entry, a few curious drakes popped their heads over the tops of their doors, each one giving him a sort of perplexed look, as if they too seemed to realise he wasn't a Drakonrhedi either.
Athie allowed himself a sigh of relief, thankful that none of them took his arrival as a sign of intrusion and decided to raise an alarm. In fact, they didn't seem to really care for him being present at all, which was good. The little Viking gave a large smile and walked slowly up the gangway, taking in the sights of the stables, noting the name of each drake as he passed. He desperately wanted to interact with one of them, but he hadn't quite yet grown the confidence to go close to one of the doors. Luckily for him, one particular drake was more than welcome to be accommodating.
After passing a certain door, a large black head zoomed out and batted the Viking forcefully on the head. Athie gave a squeak in shock, but soon realised that the drake who'd assaulted him was more interested in being his friend than biting his head off. The creature was a large black thing, and could've looked quite fearsome if the lolling tongue and happy lizard grin was betraying its features. Athie blinked at the creature, who was desperately trying to reach out with his snout and nuzzle at this newcomer's head after he'd backed away in shock. "Hi..." Athie greeted timidly, waving his hand a little. He glanced quickly down at the nameplate of this particular drake "...Talon."
(yes i'm controlling talon on another account what of it fight me)
The drake - Talon - seemed to register the sound of his own name and bounced up and down happily, letting off excited yips and gurgles. Feeling a little braver after such an elated greeting, Athie approached the door to the beast's stall, one hand beginning to reach out. Talon seemed overjoyed at this and once more stuck his head out to meet Athie half way. His face collided with the Viking's and Athie felt the familiar sensation of a drake tongue slide across his face. He laughed at the sensation, trying to push the affectionate creature away from him, but the drake seemed to thrive of the contact.
"Okay! Okay! Hi, Talon!" Athie exclaimed, the occasional giggle fracturing his welcome. The drake settled a little then, content that this new face now knew he was most definitely a friend. Athie reached out with both hands and lightly took each side of the drake's great muzzle in his gentle grip, butting his own nose affectionately against the bridge of Talon's. "Nice to meet you, I'm Athie." he added eventually. The drake gave a soft warble, nuzzling his snout up against Athie's face. Athie wondered just how well Talon could actually understand him, but judging from previous experience with Puck and Cedric, he came to believe that a drake's grasp on human interaction was unlike any other beast with just how superior it was.
Tags: anyone wheeeeeeeeeeee
Inspiration: if i said katy perry how dead would i be to you guys
Notes: ok so i thought maybe eventually athie could accidentally let a drake out of it's stable and then cue massive chase up and down the drakonborg i dunno let's just make this a fluffy thread
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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on May 22, 2014 17:48:46 GMT
    Kaelan took a breath and sat down, making sure that he wasn’t about to sit in any of the drake’s feces. He’d gotten up early, wanting to get away from all the glances and whispers. It grated his nerves, made him high-strung and ready to lash out at any and every one. He was over it all. He just wanted it to go back to normal, back no one really taking notice of him as he walked the halls and minding their own business, back to no one always asking what happened and giving him those infuriating pitying glances. The Tiro didn’t need people’s pity. He was perfectly capable of doing normal things without their help. Fine, fine, that was somewhat true. Kaelan was finding that the daily things that had come so easily before and he had done without a passing thought was now a struggle. He couldn’t fight, he couldn’t tie his laces, he couldn’t even write! It seemed like everything was out there to frustrate him now, and he was sure he was going to snap one of these days. Which was one of the reasons why he was down in the stables in the first place. He needed space, some time to think and calm down. Kaelan sighed and looked over at the rather large drake. The Tiro, when he had come down to the stables, had opened a stall, the name Raith etched into the wood, and had stepped inside, hoping that the drake would be one of the friendlier types. Apparently this one wasn’t as it stared at him with narrowed eyes. Well, at least it was leaving him alone, which was more than he could say for a number of people on the ship. The Tiro took a small book from his pocket and placed it on his knees. The pages rustled as he flipped through them to reach a blank page. Kaelan let out another sigh as he looked at his hand writing, once so clear and crisp, now a jumbled mess as he tried to become accustomed to the unfamiliarity of writing with his right hand. He turned the page over and stared at the bare sheet. Did he really want to do this? No, not really. Not at the moment. But he needed to practice. Kaelan puffed out his cheeks, letting his breath come out slowly as he looked up at the drake. It had moved closer, no longer glaring at him. The Tiro held out his hand to it and it lifted its head. It snorted then stretched out its neck to sniff Kaelan’s fingers. Licking them, the drake rumbled then bumped its snout against his palm. Satisfied, it turned away before it perked. The sound of a door opening and then someone’s steps reached Kaelan’s ears. Obviously the drake had heard the person well before him. Kaelan could only hope that the person would leave soon and not notice him, but if it was an unlucky Tiro who had come to clean out the stalls, he would definitely be spotted. Raith stuck his head out of the stall as the person came closer and then squeaked. Squeaked? Kaelan drew his brows together in confusion. "Hi... Talon." That voice did not belong to any Tiro Kaelan knew. It was too… soft and unsure, and no Tiro or any other Drakonrhedi would squeak like that. Kealan’s curiosity got the better of him and he stood quietly, pocketing the book. He moved over to the stall door and peered out at the man standing a few stalls down. He was definitely not a Drakonrhedi. One glance was all it took, not to mention the squeak and the giggles that were now coming from the man’s lips. "Nice to meet you, I'm Athie." Athie? All right then. But why was this man, Athie, here in the first place? Who let him on board the Drakonborg? Someone had to know he was here. He was just a civilian after all and stood out quite a bit. But the drakes seemed to like him; Talon had licked the man’s face and now seemed content to have the man pet him. The drake beside Kaelan bugled at Talon almost as a warning, and probably to catch the man’s attention as well. And there went Kaelan’s chances of not getting noticed. Great. He looked over at Raith who was warbling now and sighed. “Oh be quiet. You probably get enough attention from your rider.” He nevertheless reached out and patted the drake’s side. Kaelan then looked back at the man, keeping his face flat. “So, your name’s Athie, huh? |
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Post by Sindri Sverrirsson on May 22, 2014 19:19:16 GMT
It was his turn to feed the drakes. Sindri wasn’t necessarily against doing so. He rather actually enjoyed the drakes as creatures, but up close? Well, he being a wee thing, he wasn’t exactly confident actually standing next to a drake. A stray wind could knock him over, which he learned quick by a few times on deck, so he wasn’t exactly eager to see what a drake could do to him. Yet there he was, after shoveling slices of prime meat and whole fish into buckets, which was quite the arduous task, he trundled down the halls. It was hard to walk steady with the buckets, far too large for his scrawny frame, but whatever Viking pride he inherited kept him from asking someone else in the hall to help him. He stumbled once, his grip on the bucket of fish faltering and sending them skitter-flopping across the hall. Some other Tiro helped him pick them up, and Sindri apologized profusely, up and down, since afterwards they both stunk horribly of brackish water and fish. All Sindri could think was he hoped the drakes didn’t think he was a fish taken on a human form. That could end badly. Or embarrassingly. Soon after, he turned into the hallway to the stables closest. He assumed that was what he was supposed to do, after all. Unless they wanted him to feed all the drakes. He faltered as he thought of the impossibility of that, and such pause gave him the moment to see the door to the stables was slightly, ever so slightly, ajar. Someone was already there? Not unusual in and of itself, but it still made Sindri’s heart skip about. Ajar meant people. And people meant talking. Sindri was not very good at talking. But he had a duty, and he would perform it, regardless of how much he really, really did not want to. First drakes, then people. Oh, how he did not want to do this. He pushed the door open anyway. At least, he tried. It went something like this: he pushed at it with his tiny shoulder, then pushed his whole body against it, and of course the door was heavy since it was designed to keep in drakes, so that took way more effort than he remembered. So when he finally, finally managed to push it open, he didn’t notice the people inside right away. He put the buckets down, closed the door, wiped at his face and regretted it as the smell of raw meat and fish stuck in his nose, and picked the buckets back up. When all this was done, that was when he noticed them. Or, rather he noticed the man playing with Talon, a drake who knew to be that of a Pryfektus, though he wasn’t sure which one. The man wasn’t one he recognized, and he didn’t seem old, but he didn’t know if he would be classified as young either. So Sindri stood there, sort of stupefied, and as such he didn’t notice the other Tiro a few stalls further down, even when he spoke. That was about when he realized he should say something, anything. “ U-uh.” Where’s your nerve, Sindri? Probably somewhere on the Midgardborg. “ H-hi!” he managed to say, his voice breaking oddly. “ Are you supposed to, uhm, be here, or?” Something told him that everyone on the Drakonborg was there for a reason, but another part of him wasn’t so sure. Stowaways were a thing, after all. But he didn’t know, not for sure, so he continued to stand there as his arms felt about to fall off for the dead weight of the buckets. Not to mention the drakes eyeing him and creaning for their food that they could see right there, but couldn’t reach. |
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Post by Athuraadd Fallonkreath on May 23, 2014 13:33:15 GMT
When Athuraadd had entered the stables, he appeared to be the only person there. If he'd seen someone else, he might've reconsidered his little expedition, but the apparent solitude edged on his curiosity and he found himself able to relax around the drakes. If would come as no shock to learn that Athie was quite a soppy individual, but that being said, he'd prefer it if no one saw him cooing over an overgrown lizard.
Talon seemed more than happy for the attention however, purring enthusiastically whenever Athie reached up to vigorously scratch him behind the horns. He was quickly beginning to learn that drakes were very human in their nature, how some were easily annoyed, highly-strung and had little time for stupidity. Some were nervous and shy, and others - like Puck and Talon- were exceptionally jovial, happy little oversized things.
Athie thought briefly about to going to examine other drakes, but Talon seemed adamant to keep him there, whining loudly whenever Athie stopped petting him. Suddenly there was another drake-y sort of noise, but it didn't come from Talon's mouth. When Athie turned his head to the source of the noise, he saw another drake a few stalls down sticking its head out of its stable, giving him a quizzical sort of look. Standing next to the drake, was a Drakonrhedi.
"Oh!" Athie exclaimed in surprise, releasing his grip from Talon (who seemed a little displeased at the loss of such contact) and backed away a little, as if he'd been too close to some priceless artifact that he shouldn't touch, "I-I'm, er, I'm sorry! I just...I was having a little look around and-oh damn it..." Athie stammered, launching into his usual flustered nature.
“So, your name’s Athie, huh?"
The Drakonrhedi seemed young, roughly the same age as him, perhaps a little younger in fact, and yet carried an air of someone twice his age. Still, Athie figured such a grace came with the Drakonrhedi uniform, even the newcomers seemed more mature than he was. Athie swallowed hard, looking at the ground, "W-well, it's Athuraadd, but Athie works well too." he returned, a little timid. He usually loved meeting new faces, but he had yet to gauge how accepting this Drakonrhedi would be to him being here, so he had to tread carefully.
Talon was still giving off excited yips in the background, and Athie wondered if they were directed at him or the tiro. Either way, this drake seemed to absolutely love people, as evident when he extended his neck out as far as it would go and plonked his large head atop Athie's, who responded with an indignant 'Oof!'.
Just then Athie heard the door creak, and he whirled round-well, tried to, it was a little hard with a stonking great lizard head resting on his. The person who entered seemed even younger, but Athie still felt himself tense a little. Appearances could be deceptive after all (Cedric had taught him that).
“U-uh. H-hi! Are you supposed to, uhm, be here, or?”
The newcomer seemed even more nervous than he was.
Come on, Athie, he's just akid! You don't need to be nervous around him. Grow a pair, will you?
But he's a Drakonrhedi-
So was the man that gave you permission to be here. Just go for it!
"H-hi!" Athie waved a little awkwardly back. Talon gave a loud screech in welcome, causing Athie below to wince as he bore the entire brunt of the volume. He tried to give Talon a less than impressed look but of course the beast didn't see him, more interested now in trying to stick his own tongue up his snout, "Vetr Cedric-" Oh damn it, what was his last name again?! "-said I could be here. I mean, he gave me permission.I-I think." Athie bit his lip before giving the newcomer a sheepish albeit sweet smile, "I'm Athie."
Talon, seemingly bored with resting his head to get Athie's attention, now lifted himself off and dipped his muzzle down to tug roughly at Athie's collar, causing the Viking to splutter a little as he was pulled back into Talon's door. "Ow, watch it!" he squeaked, a little pitifully, cheeks flushing bright red with embarrassment. But Talon seemed to find great fun in this game, tugging playfully at Athie's collar as if he was trying to pull him over the stable door. It was times like this Athie really wished he'd beefed up in earlier life, because he found his light weight and short stature more often than not to be a curse.
Talon on the other hand seemed delighted that he'd found a person/toy he could very easily pick up, and -much to Athie's horror- soon pulled the unfortunate Viking over the stable door and into his stall, barking happily as Athie landed with a light thud on a clump of well-placed straw.
"Really? Really?!" Athie whined, picking a bit of straw out of his tumble of hair. Talon was giving him a 'ya rly' sort of face in response, tongue lolling and hindquarters wriggling in elated happiness.
Tags: Kaelan Avallochson, Sindri SverrirssonInspiration: TEEEAAAAAAAAA Notes: Athie is like the oldest one here and yet he is the biggest idiot don't u goiz be hatin' on my little moron now <3 <3
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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on May 26, 2014 2:43:04 GMT
"Oh!" Oh. Apparently he had surprised the man, who he could now see was only a few years older than him, quite a bit. "I-I'm, er, I'm sorry! I just...I was having a little look around and-oh damn it..." Kaelan arched a brow at the stammering civilian. The man, Athie, was acting like he had been caught red-handed doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing; which was a great possibility in Kaelan’s mind. He pressed his lips together in an unimpressed manner, wondering not for the first time why Athie was here, specifically in the stables, and who the heck let this timid thing on the Drakonborg. "W-well, it's Athuraadd, but Athie works well too." For goodness’ sake! The man couldn’t even look him in the eye properly as he spoke he was so nervous, earning himself an eye roll from Kaelan. The Tiro was definitely not the most imposing Drakonrhedi out there, and if Athie was as nervous as he was around Kaelan, then he would be as scared as heck meeting a more Viking-like Iduneus or Pryfektus. That particular incident would be rather funny to see. Again, whose brilliant idea was it to let this wuss on board? Talon suddenly plopped his head none too gently on top of Athie’s causing the man to let out an piqued oof . Kaelan blinked, his lips twitching as he tried to suppress a smile. The drake beside him snorted then turned away, unhappy that Athie had completely ignored him. Raith’s head went up a moment later to stretch out of the stall as the main door creaked and Athie turned to the sound. Great, more company. “U-uh. H-hi! Are you supposed to, uhm, be here, or?” This new person seemed even more nervous than Athie, his voice cracking and everything, and apparently he hadn’t noticed the green-haired Tiro. Kaelan peered out of the stall at the newcomer: it was a Tiro, probably a Tiro who was new to the Drakonborg by the looks of things, stuck with feeding the drakes. "H-hi!" Athie responded. "Vetr Cedric said I could be here.” Vetr Vyrrson? That’s who let him on? “I mean, he gave me permission. I-I think.” You think? Either he did or he didn’t, and obviously he did. “I'm Athie." Talon apparently got bored waiting for Athie to return his attention to him and started pulling on the man’s collar. The tugging quickly escalated and in a flash, Athie was pulled over the door and into the stall by the playful drake. "Really? Really?!" Athie’s indignant voice came from behind the stall, albeit slightly muffled, as Kaelan snickered at the drake’s antics. “Yeah, really,” he called to Athie. Deciding to be nice, Kaelan unlatched Raith’s stall door, then slipped through it quickly, making sure that it was properly closed before he moved away from the stall—after all a drake loose on the ship would not be a good thing—and headed to Talon’s stall in order to help Athie. Kaelan, several steps into the walkway, was suddenly conscious of the other Tiro and his own empty left sleeve that he’d knotted to keep it out of the way. There would be questions about his missing arm, and he wasn’t too thrilled at the prospect of having to answer them for the umpteenth time. It would probably set him back in a bad mood. For now he’d ignore the Tiro and see about helping Athie out of Talon’s stall. Maybe the kid would be too nervous to ask. Kaelan hoped so. Unlatching the door to Talon’s stall, Kaelan stepped in and closed it almost all the way, keeping it partially ajar. He reached up to Talon’s snout then gently pushed the drake’s head away from the stall door. “Stay there will you?” Standing slightly in front of the entrance, Kaelan looked down at Athie before he extended his hand to help the man up. “Next time try not to stand so close.” Kaelan gave a small smile. |
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Post by Sindri Sverrirsson on May 27, 2014 1:50:13 GMT
“H-hi! Vetr Cedric said I could be here. I mean, he gave me permission.I-I think. I'm Athie.” Sindri pondered that for a moment. “ Vetr Vyrrson?” He nodded to himself. “ And you’re ‘Athie’.” Of course, that was when Talon dragged the poor man into his stall, making happy noises. A little too happy. Sindri started toward the stall in a quick burst, the buckets sloshing as he did so. “Really? Really?!” The man sounded exasperated. But, it seemed, relatively unhurt. “Yeah, really.” That one sounded exasperated, too. Wait. Too? Two. Sindri blinked and stood there, buckets dangling from his arms, as the owner of the second voice came out of one of the other stalls. A Tiro, by the looks of him, but Sindri was never too good at the ‘judging age by appearance’ thing. There was something off, though, like he was— Oh. Sindri awkwardly averted his gaze from the Tiro after seeing the loose sleeve. Instead, slowly made the rest of the way over as the other Tiro dealt with the drake and this Athie person. “Next time try not to stand so close,” the other Tiro said. From what Sindri could see, he was smiling, so he couldn’t be too ill-mannered. He hoped. Sindri placed the buckets next to the stall, took a decently sized fish, and tossed it at Talon. From there, he looked back at the others. “ Uhm, a-are you hurt?” he asked, turning his head to indicate Athie. “ That couldn’t have been fun. Or safe. Th-that sort of thing.” Sindri, you’re not good at this. Well, at least he tried. No one could fault him for not trying. Nobody. He glanced at the other Tiro, wanting to ask if he was here on duty, too, but couldn’t quite bring himself to do so. Despite training in the field of medicine, he wasn’t quite sure how to interact with people with injuries. Or people in general. Which he reminded himself. And then frequently forgot. He flexed his fingers and stared at the buckets. He came down here for a reason. Though, he supposed, that could wait. This was a hitch in his plan, after all. And he had to make a new plan around it. “ Uhm, are you here on business, Mister Athie?” Sindri said, trying to keep his voice even and failing. At least the stutter was gone. “ It must be important if you’re here because of Vetr Vyrrson.” The man didn’t look like much, but then he supposed he didn’t either. Or the Tiro next to him, albeit for a different reason. Maybe they were all secretly deadly assassins? Sindri let out a deep sigh, almost subconsciously. They were most definitely not deadly assassins. His mind was boring place to be, frankly. But this Athie and this other Tiro were different. Something was going on, and that was much more interesting, especially so when it came to drake feeding. Although, someone does have to do that. Drakes being important to the Drakonrhedi and all. |
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Post by Athuraadd Fallonkreath on May 27, 2014 12:57:24 GMT
“Yeah, really,”
Athie cringed at the sound of displeasure in the tiro's tone, feeling himself flush even brighter with embarrassment and shame. He'd had a nagging concern before he'd even set foot on the Drakonborg that he was going to get on someone's nerves, and it looked like that worry was being brought to light.
Talon however couldn't see the harm in his antics -of course, he was having a merry time, bouncing around his stall like a baby goat and making the odd, excited yip. Athie had to scooch a little out the way whenever the drake came thumping up to close, just in case his oversized paws came crashing down on Athie's legs, which was more than probable, given that the creature didn't really seem to be looking where he was going.
Just as Athie was scuffling away for the third time, he suddenly became aware that the first Drakonrhedi had now appeared behind (or in front) of Talon's door, and was unlatching the hatch, causing the occupying drake to wiggle his back end in happy anticipation.
“Stay there will you?”
The Tiro lightly pushed the beast's muzzle away just as he came bounding up in a greeting. Athie expected the overgrown lizard-puppy-thing to look a little dejected at this, but instead he warbled some more and his tail thumped against the walls of the stable as he wagged it.
“Next time try not to stand so close.”
The Drakonrhedi had stooped and offered his hand to help Athie stand up. There was a much more kindly smile on his face now, and so Athie felt a little less reluctant to grab his hand to pull himself up. Once he was on his feet again, he brushed his clothes down, sweeping little stands of hay back down onto the stable floor. "Thanks." Athie gave a sheepish smile and Talon butted his nose under the Viking's arm, nuzzling him almost in apology. Athie allowed him too, never being one to hold a grudge. "I think I just underrestimated how strong these guys were." he added, giving a seemingly breezy shrug. He hadn't really registered at first, but with a quick glance to the other Drakonrhedi Athie noticed he was an arm, but didn't really pay much heed; a lot of the clan members were missing limbs, so he just assumed this was probably a battle injury or something. Nevertheless, he made sure his eyes didn't linger for too long.
By then, the second tiro had arrived on the scene, looking wide-eyed with concern.
“That couldn’t have been fun. Or safe. Th-that sort of thing.”
The boy reached into a bucket and hurled a sizeable fish over the door to Talon's stall, and the beast exploded into euphoria, his whole body shaking with glee as glacelessly bundled over and snaffled up his meal, powerful teeth crunching effortlessly through bone and swallowing the fish whole.
Athie gave a nervous titter, "Aha, no. You could say that. It's alright though; a couple of my brothers have horse forms and they used to do that sort of thing to me when I was little all the time." There was another laugh, but it was masked with a slight grimace as all the times his brothers used to pull him around with equine teeth came flooding back into his memory.
"Uhm, are you here on business, Mister Athie? It must be important if you’re here because of Vetr Vyrrson.”
Athie blinked several times, confused firstly because he'd been referred to as 'mister', and such a title was usually reserved for people with status, and there was no way Athie had any sort of social standing. Then again, the lad seemed quite young, so it might've been an age thing. Second of all, he honestly didn't know how to respond to the boy's query; what was the best way of saying that he'd technically been smuggled on board but the person who caught him was actually someone who'd saved his life in a bar fight eeeeeeeven though he hadn't actually regonised him at first because said someone had been wearing a disguise? Even his breath felt it needed to stop for breath trying to figure that conundrum out.
Eventually the Fallonkreath cleared his through nervously and dipped his head a little, finding it wasn't in his nature to lie. Besides, even if he tried, his demeanor would probably give him away. "Er...no, not business exactly I'm..erm, a friend of Cedric." Well, that was technically true, although maybe it wouldn't count as a sufficient reason to be poking around by professional standards. Athie exchanged glances with both Drakonrhedi, "Nice to meet you both, though." he offered, with genuine politeness.
Talon by this point had finished his meal and was curiously sniffing the air, head raised high and nostrils flaring as he appeared to be detecting something. The slight beads of saliva dribbling down his long chin suggested that something was food, a suspicion of Athie's that was confirmed when the drake noticed the buckets in the younger tiro's hand. His head dipped low, like a tiger spotting its prey, although the playful wriggling of his back end made him more akin to a dog waiting for a treat.
Just then, before Athie could make the other two aware of the situation, the drake bolted forward, unable to contain himself, straight out of his door, bounced around the second Drakonrhedi in a tight circle before plunging his muzzle straight into one of the buckets, greedily chomping away at the other slabs of fish. A couple of the other drakes poked their heads over their doors, protesting with loud, ungrateful whines that one of them was being allowed to eat more than they were. Any other time, Athie might of been amused by their intelligence, having a sense of what was fair and what wasn't. At present however, even he realised that Talon probably shouldn't be doing that. Feeling a little responsible, he rushed forward and tried to pull the drake's large head out of the bucket, but his weak arms barely shifted him.
"Talon, s-stop it, that isn't yours! Probably?!" Athie ordered, in a pleading sort of voice. The drake gurgled happily but seemed to respond to the command, lifting his head out of the bucket, a fish tail sticking out from one corner in his mouth. He had a cheerful sort of expression on his face, eyes glinting with playful energy as he looked down curiously at the little thing attached to his neck. He then turned his head to look at the other little humans standing his stable, before roaring a belated greeting to them both, spraying fish matter everywhere.
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