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Teething Woes; Tag Skye/Dennai
Topic Started: Oct 30 2014, 09:53 PM (354 Views)
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Tyrsk broke! Mouth hurt! Mouth broke!

The whining was incessant. It pounded through Tyrnan's skull with all the force of a cotton ball but with the tenacity of a trundlebug. It. Just. Didn't. Stop! And there was nothing Tyrnan did that made it any better!

"Well stop tryin' to chew rocks! Ya don't even have teeth yet!"

The blood wherlet flailed his legs on the floor, only succeeding in wiggling his chubby body a few inches away from his current chew toy. The rock was definitely wet thanks to the blood's attentions, and, shards, resembled the rock in his roundness. He hadn't started out pudgy, not after being in an egg, but it hadn't taken long for him to put on weight. Now he resembled a red rolly-polly or red slug with short limbs. Not a flattering image, really, but Tyrnan couldn't get the images out of his head, not when Tyrsk wiggled like that.

Tyrsk's no like Tyrsk? the hatchling whine piteously, creeling now with sorrow as well as pain. Shard it, this was why Tyrnan avoided kids! He immediately left what he was working and knelt beside the sad creature, rubbing his head and neck.

"Of course I like ya, Tyrsk," he tried to placate the blood. Had Tyrsk been human, his lip would have quivered. Instead, his eyes whirled yellow and he sniffed nervously. "Yer just...not bein' very smart," which was a hastily revised version of the more colorful sentence he'd almost said. Reaching behind him, Tyrnan grabbed a random leather thing--a knife sheathe he'd meant to get repaired--and handed it to the blood. "Try this."

Warily, Tyrsk sniffed the leather, lipped it, and then took it. He gnawed it a bit and green entered his eyes. Tyrsk like! Tyrsk mouth not broke!

"No, no broken mouths," Tyrnan said, giving the wher a final pat before returning to patching the elbow in his good leather jacket. A while later, when he was finished, he stood to hang the jacket back on its peg and... He didn't trip over Tyrsk. Didn't. What?

"Feckin' shards."

Quickly looking for his boots, Tyrnan grabbed the first he found, shoved it on, and tried finding the other. What the... Looking under the bed, he couldn't see the boot there. Beside the door was the rock--now dry--and the knife sheathe--now wet--and...an open door. Had he not latched the door? Oh shells.

"Tyrsk!" he yelled, running out the door. "Tyrsk, where the bloody shards are you?" Down the hall, he spotted the briefest flash of a red tail disappearing around the corner. Fardling wher. Tyrnan grumbled and took off after his wher, rounding the corner in time to see Tyrsk settling down in front of the commons hearth. With Tyrnan's boot. In his mouth. Tyrnan rubbed his face and sighed.

Look! Tyrsk not broke! Tyrsk find broke-fix-thing too! Like Tyrsk's! And he was so bloody happy about it all, that Tyrnan couldn't bring himself to stay mad at the critter. Upset, yes, but not mad.

"I'm goin' to need new boots."

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Why what Dennask eat no cereal?

"Because it's not the same thing as cereal!"

This answer did not appease the little Bronze. In fact, it only made him more frustrated. Dennask stood from his spot at the fire. Why not? he asked, an annoyed rumbling sounding from his throat. Dennai say cereal what eat at start of day - what Dennask eat cereal!

"It isn't - it's not the same thing!" argued the wherling. "Cereal's made up of specific things."

What Dennask eat made up of spe-...spi-...spuuur- The wher was having such trouble with the word that his strife took on a physical manifestation. Dennask looked as if he were spitting - as if he had tried to eat something unsavory and was now wrestling with it in his mouth. Eventually, he just gave up. ...what Dennai say!

It was clear that the disagreement was affecting his wher. With a slight frown, Dennai centered himself, lowered his voice, and tried again. "Yeah, but it's not made up of-"

Only to be interrupted by a pitiful yowl from Dennask.

"Shhh!" Faranth, someone stop the poor thing. Not that Dennai minded the noise. But he knew that the prideful Dennask would be mortified if someone came out to bear witness to his duress. "Calm down, okay? Your breakfast isn't made up of the same stuff cereal is. It's all meat and stuff."

Why no meaty cereal?

"Because, cereal is typically made up of grains and-"

At that moment, both wher and wherling fell silent, their eyes on the unattended and cheerful Blood who had just entered the area. With a boot in his mouth. He was now just kind of...there. A new fixture in the space.

Who wher?

"Uhh..." Honestly, Dennask had a better chance of knowing than Dennai did. It seemed that whers kept close tabs on each other and were more efficient at identifying each other - perhaps by scent - than...well, Dennai couldn't say 'any human'. But certainly more efficient than he ever pictured himself being. "Isn't that...?"

With a tilt of his head, eyes still on the other young wher, Dennask provided the answer. It Tyrsk, he said. Why boot?

"Just, you know, in case you were wondering," said Dennai, "That's not cereal either."

Dennai good-smelling but silly. Dennask know boot not cereal - boot not food. The Bronze snorted. Silly good-smelling Dennai.
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Tyrsk has bo-oot, Tyrsk has boo-oot!

For being so chubby and roley-poley, the blood hatchling could move fast if he wanted to. And right then, he did, darting around in circles just ahead of Tyrnan. The boot was his now! He wasn't giving it back. It made his mouth feel better! Besides, now that it was covered in drool and tooth marks, it wasn't pretty like Tyrnan's other boot. He'd need to get a new one.

"Come back here you bloody pillock!"

This time, Tyrsk dove under a low table. And got stuck. But he wiggled and wiggled and wiggled and eventually got his shoulders and then his wings under it. With his head in the dark, he started gnawing on the boot more, totally oblivious to the fact his rump and tail were perfectly grabable. He sprawled out, holding the boot down with his forepaw and chewing away with his gums.

Something grabbed his tail.

No! No Tyrsk have boot! Tyrsk's boot now! the hatchling whined and scrabbled away from his bonded. Tyrnan pulled the little guy out, thankful he was still small enough to do so, but before he could get a better grip on the red creature, Tyrsk picked himself up and lumbered off to the side, stumpy little legs carrying him with surprising speed.

"If he comes by you, mind stoppin' him?" he asked the other wherling lounging in the room. Bronze from Tyrsk's own hatching too. "He's got...my boot," Tyrnan waved after the toddering blood, catching his breath after chasing Tyrsk up and down the Faranth cursed hallway and all around the room.

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Dennai and Dennask watched with wide, interested eyes as the wher who had entered their conversation was joined by his handler, and then began prancing around, racing with boot still in mouth.

It was quite the scene, with the grown man chasing after the tiny little creature. Tyrsk was apparently very agile. It shocked Dennai that he could move so quickly.

All wher fast, supplied the Bronze to his left. Dennask the fastest, but all wher fast.

In reply to Tyrnan's request, Dennai could only offer a stunned, "Uh, sure." He nodded. He was taking things in slowly, but still taking them in nonetheless. Eventually he would recover from the surprise of the sudden happenings, but for now, he was still somewhat dazed.

Some words from Dennask snapped him right out of it. Tyrskhandler look tired, he said. Though he still kept his words concealed from all other minds than his handler's.

"Oh," said Dennai, as if only just noticing Tyrnan's state. "Uh." He stood, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. "Would you like some help boxing him in maybe?"

Dennask chase? Looking as if he was not actually going to wait for his handler's approval, the Bronze stood himself, tensing in his spot and wiggling his hinds quarters in preparation to run.

Dennai put out a hand to his eager wher. Hold on, he thought. Wait to hear what he says. You might scare Tyrsk!
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If he expected quick aid, Tyrnan was to be disappointed. Being in the room long enough, though, allowed him to recognize the dark-haired boy. Dennis...Denil...something. Dennai. That was it. Dennai. Tyrnan was honestly amazed with himself that he remembered. Names were something he rarely bothered with because most of the ones he knew now belonged to dead men. Not knowing names made mining collapses easier to move on from.

But with Tyrsk... Well. Tyrnan had the feeling that mining was no longer a career option. Thank. Bloody. Faranth.

Tyrsk boo-oot! Tyrsk boo-oot! the tiny wherlet chanted happily as he warbled, a sound that was muffled by the very damp leather object hanging from his mouth. At this point, was it even worth it to save the footwear? Tyrnan leaned against a wall and watched his wher leap under a couch. Yes, the wher was that tiny. At least for now.

"I think it's a lost cause now, mate," he grinned defeatedly when Dennai caught up to the occasion. Bit slow on the draw, there. Tyrnan hoped it wasn't a habit. They might be working together. "That boot... Don't think it'll ever dry out at this rate, do you?"

The blood wiggled under the couch until his head peaked out. He had the boot braced between his front paws and looked at the big bronze hatchling. Tyrsk boo-oot! Dennask boo-oot?

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Dennask did not like opening up to most people. He had an innate superiority complex (that Dennai was compelled to break him from because, boy, did it make it difficult to make friends with others when you were walking with a strutting peawherry who seemed to think he was all the company he'd ever need). And so, it was not often that Dennask spoke for anybody but Dennai to hear.

So when Tyrsk addressed him, the little Bronze looked back towards his handler with a questioning look. Well, it was reassuring, at least, that he looked to Dennai for guidance. Dennai would always encourage speaking up. "Go on," he said gently, with a nod.

Dennask no have boot. It was a simple answer - almost awkwardly short. Silence dangled between all parties.

Dennai decided to shatter it with a slight laugh. "You wouldn't want them anyway," he said, looking from the whers to the fellow handler in the space. "'Brought 'em from home. Half-Circle. They're all worn from sea water."

But suddenly, Dennask continued. Dennask have Dennai.

Pause. "Are you implying that I'm a boot? I'm not a boot."

Dennask have all boot in all of Pern. The wher had gone on as if he hadn't even heard his handler.

"What? That's not true!"

The Bronze sat taller, prouder as he came to his conclusion, as if he were arriving to it while speaking the words. Dennask have Dennai and Dennai have all boot on Pern, so- Dennask gave a haughty little huff. Dennask have all boot on Pern.

It took Dennai a second, after Dennask had issued this false claim, for him to regain his composure. (And also for him to snap his jaw back shut.) He then turned his attentions to Tyrnan and, with a sigh, said, "I'm really sorry about him. My name is Dennai."
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