Sniff sniff, scuttle scuttle. {open to pets}

[Lan]

Fall had set in and the Eyrie was starting to get an occasional chill in the mornings. But the afternoons, fortunately, were still just as warm. Inside the kitchens cooks were preparing for dinner, lunch having been completed a few hours back, and there were much hustling and bustling among the workers that during the day made their home there. Pots full of liquid were swishing, roasters were turning, and delicious smells were bubbling up from every which way in the large cavern and were seeping out into the canyon itself. To anyone with a more than decent sense of smell, it was divine. So divine, it made one particularly small critter do reckless things...

Twitch had been in Fe'ra eyling, minding his own business. His master and her large bird creature had gone away and he was feeling rather bored. So far tearing up the greenrider's cot and flinging her underthings all around had not managed to amuse him to his content. Wrinkling his nose, he had then set off to climb down into the canyon itself so that perhaps he could go exploring elsewhere than the small little eyling. It was a feat that didn't prove incredibly hard, considering his ferret-y wiles, and soon he found himself enraptured by such a delicious scent in the air. Of course he was going to follow it, and he pranced across the canyon floor, red dirt staining his cream and grey colored fur as it kicked up all around him in small dust clouds.

Ahah! Twitch stopped suddenly as he finally found the source of the delicious smell. Poking his little nose around the corner, he peered impishly into the chaos that was the kitchens and the kitchen staff. Feet thumped about in front of him owned by two-legged creatures who towered high above him. But he didn't mind. His sights were on the food on the counters above him. Stealthily, he slipped into the room, weaving in and out of feet with agility befitting his species. Then, like the little bandit he was, he shuffled underneath a wooden table and proceeded to attempt to climb up to the top. He was almost there when a loud clanging sound made him pause as he glanced around to see where its source came from.

[Aikaph]

Ivory was bored. Boredboredbored. TallBirdMan didn’t satisfy her boredom, and BigBlueBird tried to fling her across the room (not that being flung across the room didn’t sound fun, but still). With a great big doggie-sigh, she pranced out of Xo’li’s eyling and down to the canyon floor. Yes, she just pranced. Well, more of a prance-dash, because she’s awesome like that. Who wouldn’t love an adorable little fluffball of-LEAAFFF!!!

At this point the little dog had managed to make it down to the canyon bed, and chose her new “target:” a leaf. But it was an amaaaaaazing leaf! LeafleafleafleafleafleafleafLEAF! Yipping happily (and rather loudly), Ivory made a mad dash after the leaf as if her life depended on it. Which it did, of course. Because she HAD to have that leaf! Chasing the leaf was the reason for her very existence! If she wasn’t destined to chase that very leaf, she didn’t know what she’d do! LeafleafleafleafFOOOODD??

Chasing the leaf had brought the very viper pooch in front of the Kitchens. Of course, to a dog, kitchens always meant people, and people meant attention, and people in kitchens normally meant food… Well, that’s how it was with TallCleanMan. Maybe that will be the case here? Tail wagging, she nudged herself in.

However, before she could lock onto one of the cooks as a target, she saw the strangest thing. BigFurryWorm trying to climb up table? Hmm, that was strange. Ivory cocked her little black head to the side, whining curiously. She padded over to Twitch, curled tail wagging a mile a minute. What was the BigFurryWorm doing? Was there food up there? Would the BigFurryWorm share? Yip!

[Bre]

You walked into the party . . .

With an indignant screech, Arlette landed on the table inches above Twitch with a flip of her wings. She was a swift, small falcon, not overly large but powerful for her size. Soaring into the dining hall in pursuit of a dog and a nasty ferret did not take much effort on her part. She was not there to steal. She was there to bite certain little weasels. Leaning forward, her beak clicked inches from Twitch's tiny, ferrety nose. What did he think he was doing? She did not like thieves or little mammals of any kind in her territory.

Despite the leather anklets that surrounded her legs and the identification on her shoulder, Arlette believed herself free. After all, the mews could hardly contain her. Twitch's presence in a public place was most unwise with her on the loose. She would eat him. He would make a good supper. Oh, wait, there was the dog too. Her beady, amber eyes darted to the big puppy as she remained the cumbersome creature's presence. Was the dog going to eat the ferret? She didn't like sharing, but Ivory had been there first.

Shuffling back slightly, Arlette tipped her head at the eager dog in silent, universal question. She would eat any ferret, but she would talk to a dog. After all, she often hunted with them, though no dog could take any flying creature out of the sky like her. On Pohono, she was an insect killer and a bird fetcher, the rightful companion of a Phoenix and a simourv. For all intensive purposes, the kitchens were hers. Of course, that had nothing to do with who owned her in her mind. The eyrie was her turf and thus she had to defend it.

. . . like you were walking onto a yacht.