Hatching Betting

[kirensilverfox]

K'len left his dragon as she contemplate something that was running threw her mind. He found that she always was thinking about this or that and she wasn't even that old yet. He heard that the prizes where in for the Hatching bet. He knew he didn't do as well as the others. He was a bit sad about that he was nearly totally off the mark for the most part.

K'len waited for his name to be called and then went up and looked at the cute remaining kittens. He though all of them were adorable but the one the caught his attention was the little orange one that keep trying to escape over and over. He was tiny and cute and a bit smaller then the others that were there. He reached down and picked him up. He thanked B'ren nicely for the small prize of the kitten. Before going to show his lovely green Rhyseth his prize.

He is small. Do you like him better then me mine K'len? Why do you need something other them me am I not good enough.
K'len rubbed Rhyseth's eyeridges and assured her of his total devotion and love for her. That the kitten is a pet but she is his life and purpose and beloved.

[Ise]

B'ren looked at the box after every had picked out their kittens and realized he still had a handful of them left. Hrmm he was going to have to do something about that. He knew who he could give one of them to, and maybe even a second one...
Heeey Zeuth, how about I-
No. I am sure they are very cute and sweet but no. I do not want to wake up one morning and find one of those things in my nose.[/color]

B'ren sighed and picked up the calico cat by the scruff on her neck, petting her a bit as he thought of of who else to give the kitties to.
Well, if we can't keep one then you get to ask a few people for me...

[HG]

The little blond girl skipped across the Stands to where B'ren was handing out the prizes. Mother worked in the kitchens with the woman who claimed ownership to the cat and her kittens. Turns out her youngest child was quite sick when the cats were around. So her mom gave Seirsha a message for B'ren. The girl was beaming with happiness. Mother said she could have the mamma cat. Course there was some long monologue after that about responsibility etc etc.

"B'ren! B'ren! Mom said the other lady doesn't want the mom cat anymore either. Her youngest child gets sick around the tunnel cats. I've been longing for one so mother said I could take the Momma Cat off your hands. " She shouted the name as she came skipping towards him and the kitties. When she got closer she peered inside and saw about three kittens left. How adorable!

Her very own Tunnel Cat! The others would be soooo jealous! She took her time with the cat though. She wasn't one to rush in on animals. First she let the cat sniff her then when it rubbed its cheeks into her hand, she knew it was scenting her. "Thats right, pretty thing. I'm yours and you are mine. We'll have loads of fun together. I know all the greatest places for finding vermin." She stroked the cats head and then picked her up out of the box.

"We'll get you a name later. Personality is very important. Besides you get two names since you are now an official member of the Pack." She was talking to the cat as if it were a human. Seirsha of course, saw nothing odd at all about this. Waving to B'ren she walked out of the Stands with her new kitty in one arm.

[Lady Smara]

Tschermak had not asked to watch the hatching, as much as he longed to. Instead, it had been one of the crèche ladies who had approached him when the humming began. A troop of older Weyrbrats grouped up near the door. The ones who could, at least temporarily, behave were going to be allowed to sit on the highest part of the stands away from the commotion and more importantly out of the way of the riders of the Weyr.

Bending down to where the quiet boy sat, a colored bruise upon one cheek, she gave him a sad frown. “Shure-m-ah-k…” she said slowly, embarrassed that she had to pull the boy’s complex name forcefully out of the back of her mind. “Aren’t you going to come to the hatching? Your old enough.”

“No Ma’am.” The soft answer had her frowning more deeply before standing up and shrugging at the other crèche lady with the rest of the older Weyrbrats. Tschermak did not see the motions sent between the two women, but he soon found his arm caught by the crèche lady as she dragged him up to his feet.
“Enough of this, you’re not going to stay to cause mischief while we are gone. Get up.” Finding himself nearly carried across the Weyr, the small boy soon realized it would have been easier to just give in. Ah shards. Upon reaching the stands he had taken a seat furthest back, tucked in behind the rest of the Weyrbrats who had been struggling to get closer. Stand impressions happened now and then, after all. Maybe today would be their day!

As it was, a few stand impressions did happen that day but none out of the Weyrbrat group. While he had not been left at the Creche, it was soon apparent the women forgot about them in their sudden need to round up the rest of the Weyrbrats as they rushed off the stands toward the celebrations that would follow. In no hurry to be caught, Tschermak opted to sit quietly for a time instead. Funny, how easily you were forgotten when you simply sit quiet.

What did catch his attention, however, from the blood spilled upon the sands, was a fellow Weyrbrat skipping toward a table that was surrounded by adults and new Weyrlings. Lifting his head a little higher, Tschermak squinted his eyes as he watched Seirsha bounce up to a box near the group and after a time bounce off, a ball of white fur in her arms.

As the commotion began to leave the table and people filtered out of the sands, Tschermak found his curiosity getting the better of him. Walking slowly down from the stands, he stopped several feet away from the box and the man apparently running the table. Standing up on his tip toes, he attempted to peer over the box’s edge without stepping any closer. After all, he was sure he was suppose to be gone from the hatching sands by now.

[parallel]

(I'm not godmoding! Ise said that Zeuth would invite the people to take a kitten!)

P'lel hadn't bet on anything to do with the hatching because he was saving up his marks for a rainy day. But he was curious to see if anyone guessed he'd Impress a brown. With Revyketh by his side he walked over to a huddle of people standing around B'ren. As he approached, Zeuth's voice entered his mind, asking if he would like to take one. Take one? One what? Approaching the table P'lel saw a box of kittens! There didn't seem to be very many there, only three. Revyketh came over, peeking his head into the box and startling the baby felines.

Rev! Don't frighten them!

Are we allowed to have one P'lelMine? Zeuth said it was ok! They were prizes! But these three are left. He eyed the three kittens. A calico, a tortoiseshell and a bluegrey... Of course to Revyketh that only meant there was a lots-of-different-colours one, a smudgy coloured one and a boring grey one. I'm sure that kitten isn't boring Rev, don't be mean. But the brindled brown had already found his favourite and was nosing her with delight.

Mine! Mine! Look! She isn't afraid of me like the others are! The little calico was holding onto Rev's snout and purring loudly. When P'lel reached out to pet her she promptly fell off and rolled over, exposing her tummy for a rub. P'lel laughed and duly obliged. Revyketh's tail swept to and fro, his eyes swirling a myriad of greens. We have to keep her Mine, I've already given her a name! And that means she stays. He seemed pretty stubborn on the matter. "But Rev," P'lel voiced out loud, "We have Kialio already..." He wasn't sure how many pets he was allowed exactly, and the idea of having to take care of a kitten as well as a baby dragon was a bit daunting. "Wait, you've named her?" After the last discussion about his bronze flit, he decided he'd check to see if the feline really was female.

You don't have to worry P'lel! I'll take care of her and you take care of me! Of course I've named her, she is Rollytum. He chirped happily and the kitten meowed. Well that was that, wasn't it, P'lel thought. He turned to B'ren, a look of amused defeat in his eyes, "Would you mind if we took this little one?" he asked, completely forgetting the actual reason they were there.

[Marnark]

Toyi didn't have the first clue what was going on. People were moving, so she followed them, completely oblivious to what the object of the movement was. Curiosity killed the cat one might say! Unable to hear a thing, she just followed after. Marks changed hands sometimes, but not always. But there was also activity around a box. Curious as ever, Toyi went over to look into the box to see what was in it.

Kittens! A whole litter of them! "Awww!" She said, reaching in to scoop up the smokey grey kitten and hug him, ruffling his ears with a pair of fingers. "Aren't you just cute?" Without even realizing she was doing it, she purred for the kitten, stroking along his spine and down his little tail.

Were they being sold? Was that what all the marks changing hands was about? If so, it looked more like that fellow was paying people to take the kittens, rather than selling them!!

[Ise]

B'ren waved hello as Seirsha ran over, claiming that she could take the mama cat home.
"Alright, so long as she doesn't come looking for me asking me what I did with her cat."
He helped the girl get the big white cat out of the box, mostly by making sure the meowling babies didn't try to follow after her. He carefully plucked the gray kitty off the edge of the box, petting it a bit before returning it to the other kittens as Tschermak and P'lel came by as well. He was happy to let them both have a kitty if they wanted it, he just wanted them all to go to good homes before he was forced to take them.

P'lel and his new brown were both instantly taken with the little calico and even B'ren thought it was cute the way the little kitten rolled onto her back to get her tummy rubbed at. As those three left, B'ren looked over at Tschermak and grinned as the boy peeked in the box. The bronze rider pulled the tortoiseshell kitten and held it out for Tschermak to hold as Toyi came up. The woman looked instantly smitten with the gray kitten. B'ren could not stop himself from grinning as the grown woman purred for the cat like a little girl would have.
"You can have the kitty if you want it. I'm just trying to find them good homes."
He looked over at the young boy.
"That goes for you too if you think you can care for her. Just uh don't tell the crèche ladies where you got it from. They're still irked at me for the tunnel snakes that got lose in there cuz of me..."
Really, it wasn't his fault that someone else had knocked his box of snakes over and they had all gotten out.

[Lady Smara]

Finding a mismatched ball of fur in his hands, Tschermak quickly caught the kitten as it attempted to wiggle free of his hands. Holding it out at arms length beneath it’s shoulders he eyed the kitten as the kitten continued to eye him. In truth, the tortishelled kitten could almost be called ugly with its smattering of fur and colors. As the two stared at eachother, however, Tschermak could not deny the little thing as it began to vibrate in his hands.

Was it purring? Pulling the kitten in closer, he held his ear up to its belly even as the hat pawed at his hair. Yup, it was purring. A crooked smile crept across his face, tugging at one side of his lips. It was an unnatural feeling for Tschermak at best, to feel a smile on his lips, but it was there none the less.

Hearing the man’s offer to keep the kitten, the boy’s smile faded quickly as he looked at the cat then back at the man. He didn’t want to get in trouble at the crèche… but then again, if he simply said he found the little thing and he picked up after it. Well… Maybe he would be allowed to keep it.

Pulling the kitten into the crook of his arm, he ran off toward the kitchens after a quick thank you to the bronzerider. He would need some milk or cream for the little girl. He bet she was hungry.