Searching and Kidnapping Are TOTALLY Different

[Kira]

Full Title: Searching and Kidnapping Are TOTALLY Different. Honest.

Who: S'ren and Savareniel!
What: Sav's calls on a friend...and ends up Searched.
When: Just before midday.
Where: Iiiiiiiin the jungle, the mighty jungle~
Warnings: S'ren and Feynth's mouths(/mindspeech)?





S'ren tightened the last strap of Feynth's secondary harness. The main harness was made mostly for Threadfighting, but this one would now allow her passengers. She grinned at the thought, slapping Feynth's hide affectionately. You're going to bruise me, you brute, he sniffed at her, making her snort. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, darling! A few scars would look dashing, don't you think?" I hate you, you horrible excuse for a Rider. S'ren laughed back at him, well aware he didn't mean a word of it. They continued their banter as she finished getting them both ready for their visit, insults and endearments flying both ways.

"Alright! Time to go make sure Sav didn't go get himself eaten by a feline!" Probably not. He'd probably be too stringy to consider. "Think about eating people often?" With a nice marinade of that sauce they put on the wherry you gave me some of the other night. Rolling her eyes, she mounted up and tied herself into the harness straps. "Ready when you are, slowpoke." I've been ready since I awoke, thank you, he quipped back. The petite blue stepped to the edge of their ledge-space and leapt upward. He preferred to spring up instead of falling into a glide, most times.

Getting to a decent height, they winked between and reappeared near where Savareniel kept his cave. Feynth spiraled his way down lazily, if only to annoy his excited rider. She loved her friends, that girl, and she was happy whenever she got a chance to spend time with them. Sav was special in that, since he didn't live at the Weyr, she saw him even more rarely than most others. She loved when she'd get visits from the little green fire-lizard that he'd bonded, as Shen usually carried invitations to come visit. S'ren was practically bouncing in the harness by the time the dragon gracefully backwinged to land. Settling down to keep watch for any predators that really might try to attack His, he lowered and propped himself so she could slide down easily.

Bounding up to the cave entrance, she yelled a rather loud "HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" into it. It didn't matter that it wasn't quite large enough to really echo, especially as insulated as it was from the various pelts that decorated it. It was still good fun, and she rather hoped she'd startled the poor man somewhere within. Hey, he was the one crazy brave enough to call her friend! Grinning, she rocked back on her heels and waited for a response.

[Lothyna]

It had been a rather slow morning since he’d sent Shen off with a note-foolhardy at times, he knew, given who he called, but.. He’d finished tanning a new batch of pelts and hides, and was actually looking forward to company. It was simply that the company in question… was her. The crazy, insane friend of his who’d never let him stop knowing her and talking to her, stubborn goat that she was. He definitely felt she and her blue were well matched, that crazy S’ren.

Still, when he’d let his beloved green girl flit Between with a note, he knew it would be a fun, if trying, day. Now he was busy sorting out what he was keeping and what he wanted to sell, standing between several piles. To one side, smaller, neat piles of the hides of various down-covered avians, soft ovine, caprine, and burdenbeast pelts with their luxurious, longer fur when cleaned, the few herdbeasts-he still hunted the wild stock for all of those, even two wild porcine skins, scraped clean and tanned carefully. But the prizes, of course, were the result of his latest hunts with the others, gleaming in several varieties.

A few new ones hung on his walls, and they were usually the best or most intriguing, but he had a decent stack here, ready for use. Should be enough to get decently set for winter and spring-he’d talked to the holders about possibly getting some land to set a garden in, inside the walls, but it would cost. Living at the outskirts, he didn’t want to draw more attention to his cave. Broken from his musings by a wild snort and skittering from Paxars, Sav strode quickly to his beloved equine, stroking his neck.

That kind of reaction could only be a predator, and he grinned, hearing a voice echo down that confirmed it. Patting the young stallions neck gently, Sav turned, and waved as he moved forward to greet S’ren. “Heyla! Where’s the big beasty?” he asked, jovial and open with her as he was with few others. Thankfully, he cry hadn’t echoed too much, given his furs, but still… “Trying to learn to roar, S’ren?” He teased, studying the girl.

“I’m glad you came. I really do need to go sell some of these pelts, and I figured you might want one anyways, before I take them to a gather or a hall.” He teased, eyes bright with mirth. He’d made sure, since moving out here to the southern holds, that he kept something for her every time she came, grateful for the friendship and her willingness-and that of her blues, as well. “When we went out last, we got some lovely pelts, and I found a few burdenbeasts with some nice coloring, too…” he teased, leaving her to pick through them before he’d bundle them.