1st Vhalar, Arc 721
The dread of another day was fresh. The commute from the Menagerie wasn't bad, nor were his coworkers awful or unappealing. No, the menagerie was not the problem. The problem came in the form of a pale purple laze who couldn't be bothered to fly with him on her back. Mittie was trained and of good pedigree, the problem - according to Cripsen - was she had not yet bonded with Shl’drei yet. She wouldn’t let him even saddle her. He’d told the air trooper as much, and he scolded the trainer as a mother would a misbehaving child while extending an offer to help.
So now Crispen was walking with him back to his home. The trainer sighed and met the glare of his companion as he unlocked the door to the home. If the air trooper was disappointed he didn’t vocalize his displeasure for once. Immediately Shl’drei heard the pit pat of paws on the wooden floors. He smiled, happily greeting both canines as he kneeled to give them quick head pats.
Leora sat patiently as Sekhmet rolled over for belly rubs. The trainer chuckled softly and gave in, but not before speaking. “Good girls,” he cooed. “Be kind to our guest, okay?” He inclined his head towards Crispen, the frizzy redhead kneeled slowly and extended a hand to be sniffed. Sekhmet went first of course, friendly as ever. Leora watched cautiously but eventually deemed Crispen no immediate threat and gave in to her curiosity.
“The well mannered sort, eh? Color me impressed.” The air trooper said, attempting to hide the small smile Shl’drei made out clearly. “What are their names?”
“The wolf is Leora, the fluffy one is Sekhmet.” He introduced with a proud sort of fondness. “Alright you two,” Shl’drei cooed, catching their attention. “Go play.”
With a small waggle of her tail, Sekhmet raced off into the master bedroom. Leora hesitated a moment, but decided to go out the little door he had made for them. “Sekhmet has a collar. Why don’t you put one on Leora?” Crispen asked.
“Oh, well… I never really thought of putting a collar on her. I’m not sure she’d like it, but that would probably be safer when she goes out. I’ll pick one out once she comes back and we’ve finished.” The trainer assured nervously. Crispen radiated disappointment - and that usually meant a lecture was coming. Thankfully the trooper only sighed and shook his head, but made a small sweeping gesture to lead the way.
Right. Mittie.
Onwards through the kitchen was the master bedroom. It was mostly barren save for the cot and a few other necessities but Crispen didn’t comment as Shl’drei was focused on the task at hand. From the bedroom to the left lead to a built in stable. Suitable room for the Scalvwing Steed that was grazing there.
At their approach she nickered, but otherwise continued to graze after giving them a short side-eye. “Uh, this is Mittie,” Shl’drei murmured, gesturing vaguely to the beautiful purple horse hybrid. “She’s really calm but she won’t let me saddle her at all.” The trainer shrugged, as he watched Crispen eye the horse.
After a few bits, he thought to break the staring and stepped in front of his companion. “Why, isn’t she a beauty.” The trooper finally spoke, though it was broken by an awed sigh. “The little lady seems mighty calm to strangers, where’d you get her?”
“Ah that. She was a gift, but I have no idea where to start with her.” Shl’drei admitted. Just then, the scalvwing decided to turn around and headbutt his back. He startled and jolted forward, rotating his arms to maintain his balance. “She also won’t stop doing that! When I tell her no she gets ups-”
“How often does she do that?” Crispen interrupted sternly. Shl’drei paused in surprise, but considered the question. Mittie usually tried whenever she saw him, but he was usually aware enough to dodge her.
“First thing she tries when she sees me. Why?”
“Pet her.”
“What? Why-” He glanced to Mittie and then to Crispen, but he trailed off at the look the trooper leveled him with. “Yeah, okay?” Shl’drei corrected in confusion. Turning to face her, he reached out to pet the steed only for Crispen to click his tongue.
“I thought you said you had experience with mounts?” He griped as he halted the other’s movement. “You shouldn’t approach from the rear without announcing yourself. Steeds are most often skittish.”
“O-oh. Well I said I had experience riding them, not… otherwise.”
“Oh boy, just my luck. This ain’t going to be a quick one.”
The dread of another day was fresh. The commute from the Menagerie wasn't bad, nor were his coworkers awful or unappealing. No, the menagerie was not the problem. The problem came in the form of a pale purple laze who couldn't be bothered to fly with him on her back. Mittie was trained and of good pedigree, the problem - according to Cripsen - was she had not yet bonded with Shl’drei yet. She wouldn’t let him even saddle her. He’d told the air trooper as much, and he scolded the trainer as a mother would a misbehaving child while extending an offer to help.
So now Crispen was walking with him back to his home. The trainer sighed and met the glare of his companion as he unlocked the door to the home. If the air trooper was disappointed he didn’t vocalize his displeasure for once. Immediately Shl’drei heard the pit pat of paws on the wooden floors. He smiled, happily greeting both canines as he kneeled to give them quick head pats.
Leora sat patiently as Sekhmet rolled over for belly rubs. The trainer chuckled softly and gave in, but not before speaking. “Good girls,” he cooed. “Be kind to our guest, okay?” He inclined his head towards Crispen, the frizzy redhead kneeled slowly and extended a hand to be sniffed. Sekhmet went first of course, friendly as ever. Leora watched cautiously but eventually deemed Crispen no immediate threat and gave in to her curiosity.
“The well mannered sort, eh? Color me impressed.” The air trooper said, attempting to hide the small smile Shl’drei made out clearly. “What are their names?”
“The wolf is Leora, the fluffy one is Sekhmet.” He introduced with a proud sort of fondness. “Alright you two,” Shl’drei cooed, catching their attention. “Go play.”
With a small waggle of her tail, Sekhmet raced off into the master bedroom. Leora hesitated a moment, but decided to go out the little door he had made for them. “Sekhmet has a collar. Why don’t you put one on Leora?” Crispen asked.
“Oh, well… I never really thought of putting a collar on her. I’m not sure she’d like it, but that would probably be safer when she goes out. I’ll pick one out once she comes back and we’ve finished.” The trainer assured nervously. Crispen radiated disappointment - and that usually meant a lecture was coming. Thankfully the trooper only sighed and shook his head, but made a small sweeping gesture to lead the way.
Right. Mittie.
Onwards through the kitchen was the master bedroom. It was mostly barren save for the cot and a few other necessities but Crispen didn’t comment as Shl’drei was focused on the task at hand. From the bedroom to the left lead to a built in stable. Suitable room for the Scalvwing Steed that was grazing there.
At their approach she nickered, but otherwise continued to graze after giving them a short side-eye. “Uh, this is Mittie,” Shl’drei murmured, gesturing vaguely to the beautiful purple horse hybrid. “She’s really calm but she won’t let me saddle her at all.” The trainer shrugged, as he watched Crispen eye the horse.
After a few bits, he thought to break the staring and stepped in front of his companion. “Why, isn’t she a beauty.” The trooper finally spoke, though it was broken by an awed sigh. “The little lady seems mighty calm to strangers, where’d you get her?”
“Ah that. She was a gift, but I have no idea where to start with her.” Shl’drei admitted. Just then, the scalvwing decided to turn around and headbutt his back. He startled and jolted forward, rotating his arms to maintain his balance. “She also won’t stop doing that! When I tell her no she gets ups-”
“How often does she do that?” Crispen interrupted sternly. Shl’drei paused in surprise, but considered the question. Mittie usually tried whenever she saw him, but he was usually aware enough to dodge her.
“First thing she tries when she sees me. Why?”
“Pet her.”
“What? Why-” He glanced to Mittie and then to Crispen, but he trailed off at the look the trooper leveled him with. “Yeah, okay?” Shl’drei corrected in confusion. Turning to face her, he reached out to pet the steed only for Crispen to click his tongue.
“I thought you said you had experience with mounts?” He griped as he halted the other’s movement. “You shouldn’t approach from the rear without announcing yourself. Steeds are most often skittish.”
“O-oh. Well I said I had experience riding them, not… otherwise.”
“Oh boy, just my luck. This ain’t going to be a quick one.”
Wealth Information
Wealth thread for Vhalar 721. Wealth Skill is Animal Training
