Blueness (open)

[ShadowReine]

Silia really felt like a real wherhandler these days.

Had she been asked what color wher she expected, she would not have said blue, but that was what chance had brought her. Blue. He was an average sized blue, but he had grown into, in her mind, a fine looking wher indeed.

The corridors of the labyrinth, at this point, Silia could negotiate blindfold. Not that she would need to...even if she could not see, Silisk could, and he knew where the exit was. They were going outside, to exercise handler and wher and maybe the latter would hunt a little.

She could sense him trying to decide on that. Was he hungry enough yet? She suspected the answer was yes. Silisk enjoyed hunting, enjoyed tearing up his prey a little *too* much in some ways.

He was not a gentle blue, not like a blue dragon in any way shape or form, but then, wasn't that what she had signed up for?

[Sparrow]

Parisk's eagerness to get outside probably came as no surprise to anyone, and it was very obvious just then as she bounded in an ungainly manner towards the exit of the Labyrinth. A strap of wherhide dangled from her mouth, the remains of a boot that was the most recent victim to the Green's chew-on-everything-in-sight habits. Anything not worn or hidden, and sometimes those items too, were easy victims for Parisk.

Pounce had taken to enjoying this too, and flew right along side Parisk, blue jaws snapping at the flapping scrap. The did two things to the Green, the Blue flitter was another fun distraction as she rushed outside, and she didn't want him getting her prize, so she sped up.

"Oh shards. Parisk!" Pari, as usual, wasn't far behind the wher, but he was behind. Shiver clung to his shoulder, her tail wrapped around his neck and her faceted eyes whirling in a mixture of terror and amusement. Pari paid little mind to the nervous Barred though, instead putting on an extra burst of speed and tackling Parisk before she barrelled into an unlucky pair also apparently headed out.

Thinking this just another fun game, Parisk twisted and rolled over her handler, pinning him to the ground and rumbling. She could knock him over too! Pounce, living up to his namesake, leapt on top of the tangled pile of human, flitter, and wher, and crowed triumphantly as he snatched the wherhide from Parisk. Even though he lived in a dark cave with a bunch of whers, Pounce would never doubt that he had the best life of any flitter on Pern.

[ShadowReine]

Silia could not help but laugh, watching green and handler, hands on her hips.

"You know, Parisk, you are supposed to be a wher. Not a canine puppy!" Her own barred firelizard flitted out of the cave, to settle onto one of the bluehandler's shoulders. Absently, she reached up to scritch her. At least she wasn't joining in the rough and tumble...

...until Silisk, either jealous of the fact that his handler was looking at his sister or feeling puppyish himself, shoved her in the back and sent her flying towards her clutchbrother and his wher.

"Ack! Silisk!"

Was that an amused wher-rumble? It was certainly a sound from the blue's jaws, and it came dangerously close to laugher.

"Blasted whers," Silia added, affectionately, starting to pick herself up. "Can't live with them, would be very bored witout them."

[Sparrow]

Parisk sat up abruptly, turning to face Silia and obviously not too pleased with being referred to as a canine puppy. But, as usual, her anger was more like that of a pouty girl trying to get attention, and after facing the girl with flared nostrils for however long she deemed appropriate, the Green twisted back around to sniff at Pari. What was he struggling for?

Not really liking him squirming beneath her paws, Parisk moved off of her handler, only to find another one headed on a crash course in her direction. She scuttled behind Pari for safety, not that the skinny boy was much to hide behind.

"You are just an astounding show of courage, Parisk." Pari shook his head and gave the Green a scratch before getting to his feet. He glanced at Silia, but she was standing and making a joke, that had to show she was alright. He grinned. "Especially ones like these two."

Pounce chirped indignantly at not being included in this 'making people not bored' category, and Parisk took full advantage of his distraction, snatching up the wherhide scrap again, calling Silisk to come play with her too, and dashing off.

[ShadowReine]

Silisk took off after his sister, trying to steal the scrap from her. After all, it was clearly something very important.

Silia shook her head, laughing. "Whers. I don't know which one is crazier, yours or mine. Although Parisk *has* grown into a nice looking green."

Silisk would no doubt think so when she ran, too. But then, that was part of the nature of things. Blues and browns chased greens. Bronzes and sometimes browns chased golds. The new colors had not, for whatever reason, ever shown up in whers. Maybe that would one day change, but for now?

For now, they had not, and at this point whether they ever did meant little to her, for she had her bond. Who was *really* trying to steal that hide scrap from his sister.

[Sparrow]

Pari grinned. "Probably mine, but I guess I don't live with yours." And vice versa. Parisk was a Green, so insanity was fairly given, but every wher was different. He still doubted there could be many out there much worse than his wher though. "And I'll have to say the same for Silisk."

Parisk growled semi-menacingly as Silisk tried to grab her hide scrap, having no plans at all to relinquish it again but also not wanting to chance scaring him off. It was a lot more exciting to play keep-away with this Blue than the fire-lizard version she usually did. Pounce was following too, whizzing along, as usual, by her head, but he wasn't that hard to ignore. He couldn't get her scrap nearly as easily as her brother could, anyways.

Pari watched the pair and his runaway flitter, absently petting Shiver. It was kind of entertaining watching the whers just running around, but kind of awkward when observing them made him think of the day Parisk would actually Run. He hadn't really thought he would end up with a Green; the whole mating system of draconics seemed a lot less ominous on the male side than the female. But, in the usual Pari manner, his thoughts quickly wandered away from that subject again. Parisk was losing interest in just running anyhow.

And, to show that physically rather than just share it mentally, Parisk turned suddenly and made an attempt at jumping over (or in front of, or something, it was hard to really tell with her) Silisk. He was a little Blue, but that couldn't totally catch him up with her agility skills, right? Not that she had many, as became obvious when she stumbled instead. Pounce, of course, was there in a moment, latching onto the end of the hide and trying to drag it from Parisk's stubborn jaws.

[ShadowReine]

Silia glanced over and laughed. The reason for her laughter was that Silisk, trying to avoid the risk of ending up with a green on *top* of him had skidded to a halt and landed in a sort of splayed heap o'wher. All four legs stuck out in different directions, his wings were half spread as if he had tried to use them to air brake, and his tail...well...

"Silisk, you are the silliest blue to ever crack shell."

She glanced at Pari. "Ah well. At least he does what he's told *some* of the time. If I could just get it to most. And get him to stop growling at people. Threatening him with a muzzle doesn't work."

Half the time she actually had to muzzle him, for he could be somewhat alarming. Not in the labyrinth, with only other wherhandlers around, but when out doing stuff...

Well, she wouldn't have wanted a *boring* wher.

[Sparrow]

With a jerk of her head, Parisk snatched her scrap completely from Pounce, then just stared at Silisk with an expression that easily conveyed, 'what are you doing on the ground like that?' Males sometimes, she just didn't know what went on in their minds. Her own recent failed maneuver was apparently forgotten in this new situation.

Pari laughed. "Parisk has never really been mean, but she doesn't listen at all." And she was crazy enough to make her more not-vicious manners (one couldn't call it nice) basically ineffective. She had the potential to be obedient too, but was way too distracted, and Pari was definitely not one to fix that. "Mostly she's just cruel to my clothes."

As was apparent, although Silia probably couldn't recognize the hide Parisk was holding as a boot. Pari couldn't anymore, at any rate. And his wher, of course, didn't care, and was no dangling the 'boot' in Silisk's face in an attempt to get him up and playing with her again.

[ShadowReine]

Silisk picked himself up and shook out his wings, then pounced at his sister. She, of course, was the one entirely and fully responsible for his faceplant.

It was all her fault, because she was female. Hey, it made logical sense to him.

"We're getting there, though. I think we got the two challenging whers in the clutch. Everyone else seems to behave pretty much fine."

Pretty much. They had all had their own challenges in training. And at least Silisk was good at guard duty, which was what Silia wanted to do. It fit at that level, it worked. He might be a smallish blue, but he could certainly be intimidating when he wanted to be.

"I'm glad he doesn't destroy clothing, at least. That would get old."