OOC:... I swear I replied to this but I can't find it so

IC: [[Very. Bad.]] Yalinulle said firmly, but she didn’t seem too inclined to
do any firebreathing, or eating of her smaller cousin, and she pulled back a
little, not leaning on the fragile doorframe as hard, her head rising towards
the ceiling. [[The shop is closed. Leave,]] she said grumpily, trying to use
simple, clear sentences. Moving just a little more, the teal dragon made sure to
leave enough room for something as small as a wyvern to escape.

Honest had learned a few things over the years he’d spent with ‘his’
angel. While, as a general rule, humanoids were silly, simple-minded creatures
who just didn’t know how to listen, it was possible to get through to them.
The part-wynd, former mage experiment had learned that physical contact made it
much easier for him to make himself heard, and he put his cold little nose
against her hand.

As always with unfamiliar minds, the psychic feline’s mind voice came muted
and distant, like that of someone shouting from a tunnel. ^^The shop is not
open. It is open from when the place with the stiff foot coverings opens it’s
doors to when the place with the crumbly fruit biscuits closes.^^ The cat said,
surprisingly helpful. He didn’t really understand things like ‘time’ and
‘schedules’, and it was the clearest explanation he could manage- comparing
the shop’s hours to those of the shops across the street and next door.



--- On Thu, 9/11/08, Stephanie Olen <solen.bmc@...> wrote:

From: Stephanie Olen <solen.bmc@...>
Subject: Re: [Shadow Star] "Cleaning Out" Needles, Pins, & Thin
To: ShadowStar@yahoogroups.com
Date: Thursday, September 11, 2008, 4:21 PM







[[Me?  What's I doing?]]  The wyvern fluttered around anxiously, picking at
the dress he'd knocked over as he did so.  Flit was clearly intimidated, with
good reason, by the large fire dragon and he alternated between flying up
towards her and back down to the dress.  Finally he settled and looked up at
her with as much 'regret' as his draconic face could muster.  [[Well well. 
Friend's birthday.  No money.]]  He flitted under the dress, peaking just his
head out to look up at the dragon.  [[No money, need present.  Is wrong. 
Sorry, sorry!  Puts it back.]]

Dahlia was stretching to hear the conversation between the dragon and wyvern,
but was finding it hard.  Hopefully Flit would be convincing but... wouldn't it
smell her?  It was probably smart enough to see through lies, or maybe it'd
heard two of them.  What would she do if it discovered her?  Before she had
too much time to contemplate these questions, her attention was pulled away to
the present stirring in the room, the cat.  Dahlia's entire body tensed when
the cat mewed and tensed further when it mewed again, gazing down at her. 
Surely it was all over now...  But, cats mewed all the time.  Maybe the large,
terrifying dragon outside wouldn't think anything of it.

As quietly as she could, Dahlia gestured and 'shhhh'd at the cat.  Carefully,
she extended her hand for the cat to smell in hopes that this would quell its
curiosity... and more importantly, its mouth!