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Post by ShadowReine on Mar 23, 2009 19:02:32 GMT -5
Yselka considered that. "You can't discipline firelizards, either. You have to reward them. That's probably a better approach."
Besides, 'disciplining' an animal tended to make it dislike you. She laughed a bit at the kittens again. "Find out what they like. That's the secret."
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Post by zenith on Mar 23, 2009 22:11:47 GMT -5
True as that may be ... "They're awful dangerous to be letting wander around without any kind of restriant." T'ron pointed out. "Even runners have to be smacked across the nose occassionally, to keep them in line." It was kind of difficult to smack a flitter without damaging it permanently, though, being why most of the time it wasn't done. But, again, a flitter was bonded, and could be frowned upon for any given action as suitable punishment.
Likely, the feltar would be similar ... if they were lucky, all they would have to do was express thier unhappy take of whatever they were doing, to get them to change thier behavior. It might be too much to ask, but ... it was worth a shot. Most certainly, smacking a feltar like one would a runner would not be a good idea ... they could smack back, and with claws.
"If they like fish? That'd be easy." T'ron continued, on a different thought train. "But until we know that, all we have to offer is ... is ... pond access." He grinned crookedly, and poked his hands in his pockets. It was a strange thing to say, but ... what else did they have?
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Post by ShadowReine on Mar 24, 2009 10:42:05 GMT -5
Yselka laughed a bit at that. "You're right. We need to start. Rascal, come here!"
At his name, the kitten lifted his head then gave her a distinct 'Why should I?' look. He was playing!
"Rascal..." She wasn't really mad with him, but she could sure as heck let him think so.
Reluctantly he detached himself from his sister and padded over. She reached down and scratched him behind the ears...getting water all over her hand. He wasn't *that* dry yet...
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Post by zenith on Mar 24, 2009 17:59:25 GMT -5
T'ron watched as the Weyrwoman called her feltar to her, and smiled slightly. He looked the other way, though, when Imp suddenly reappeared. Carrying an intact fish. T'ron frowned. "Imp ... where did you get that?" He demanded, unhappily as the flitter tried to land on him with it. "No, you're not going to drag that thing all over me! Go find somewhere else to perch." He shooed the flitter away from him.
Imp cheeped sadly, but flew around in circles, fish dangling from his talons as he searched for a feltar-safe perch. There weren't many, that was for sure.
Silver watched with wide eyes as Rascal walked away from her, and then turned her gaze upon Imp as he appeared with a rather ... tempting morsel. Ears perked forward, her gaze tracked the flitter, before she got to get feet, preparatory to making an upward leap at the brown fish-carrier, whiskers thrust all the way forward.
"Silver!" T'ron called, distracting her. "Leave him be." He told her, earning a curious mreow sound from her, before her gaze returned to Imp. "Silver!" He called again, snapping his fingers at her. "Come here, girl."
Silver looked at him again, then at Imp, then at Rascal, then at Imp. Finally, she flicked her wet tail to the other side, and then padded over to where T'ron was standing. He bent down, and scratched her head and cheeks for her, grinning. For a moment he'd been worried she was going to attack Imp for the fish, anyway. "Good girl."
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Post by ShadowReine on Mar 25, 2009 10:27:29 GMT -5
"Your firelizard is being mean," Yselka pointed out. Of course, there was one feltar-safe perch...the large gold dragon who was watching, now, from the other side of the pond.
"I mean, that was torture." She kept scritching Rascal behind the ears. "Now Rascal wants one, don't you."
The feltar, though, just purred...and, albeit kitten-sized, it was a purr fit to shake the Weyr. Almost as loud as a dragon's crooning, or so it seemed!
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Post by zenith on Mar 25, 2009 17:20:13 GMT -5
"My flit isn't being mean. He's being a sharding idiot." T'ron grumped, scowling at Imp as he carried his prize away again, all the way over to the gold dragon on the other side of the pond. Taking up a perch on her shoulders, he settled on his haunches and started taking neat bites out of his steal. "He's completely lucky that Silver didn't steal it, and then eat him, too."
Silver squinted, pulling off what was definitely a kitty-smile, sitting up taller into the scratching and starting up her own purr, right in harmony with her brother's. And then she opened her eyes and stared up at T'ron, before decidedly sending the idea and image of Imp and his fish to him. And then again, to reinforce.
T'ron just looked at her for a moment, and then sighed wearily and nodded. "Now she's hungry, too." Irritating little snot of a flitter ...!!! "Come on, then." He said, in a much milder tone and a hint of a smile. He wasn't nearly as irritated as he was letting on to be, as he took Silver toward the kitchens to see if he couldn't find her some fish meat to eat ... not a whole fish, though. He didn't want her getting problems with fishbones.
Imp offered a flitter-sized bite to the Queen, it never occuring to his silly head that she could inhale the tidbit and not even notice, much less be able to taste it.
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Post by ShadowReine on Mar 25, 2009 22:37:57 GMT -5
OOC: Shall we end this one?
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