Blue, but not blue (open)

[ShadowReine]

It was a pleasant evening...morning for the wherhandler who sat outside the dens, enjoying the currently pleasant weather and munching on breakfast.

Silisk was not yet awake, and for once, Silia was glad of the fact...it meant she could feed her firelizards without the blue getting jealous and trying to eat them. She was honestly amazed they hadn't gone completely wild on her.

Indeed, they vanished quickly once they had scrounged part of her breakfast away from her, popping between with little, miniature cold blasts of air.

Ah well. She was happy with Silisk, really, and had she grasped how he felt, she would have avoided hatchings.

For right now...for right now she was actually quite happy, the sun fading over the Hold. Politics had not enveloped her, although she did not, of course, envy Itunas...

[Sparrow]

The wher dens weren't too far out of the way for Chan on her journey from a friend's house back to her own. All three locations lay on the outskirts of the Hold, and even though Chan still hardly felt confident around whers, their territory was quite possibly safer than her normal route in the growing darkness. People didn't cause trouble around whers.

She had tucked a couple extra buns away before heading out earlier that evening, just in case she decided to take this track home and, an even bigger "just in case", if she ran into Itunas. She was curious to hear about what the situation with his son was now, and also... she still felt bad for the man. His was definitely an unfortunate situation, and while Chan wouldn't consider him a friend, he was an acquaintance and a good person, and she would help him out where she could.

There didn't appear to be anyone out though. "Hello? Anyone there?" Just in case. Plus it might keep a wher from startling and jumping out to attack her if they heard her voice rather than just seeing suspicious movement on their turf. Hopefully it wouldn't attract them.

She would wait a moment... and now she was feeling it would be a stroke of luck if no one came around a building or out of a shadow to answer her call. Now that she was thinking about getting attacked by whers, Chan's courage was rapidly faltering.

[ShadowReine]

"It's safe," Silia called. "The whers are mostly still asleep."

She did not know who was entering, and her firelizards had now vanished completely, unwilling to help her with a simple thing.

Silisk, however, did stir a little at the sound of his handler's voice...which, come to think of it, was probably why the firelizards had gone. They knew how little he liked them. He was not, though, truly awake. And hopefully, being a blue, he wouldn't be *too* intimidating...he was nowhere near as big as Itunask.

He was, though, still a wher, a frightening being to many people. Dragons, despite their larger size, were known not to hurt humans...whers, on the other hand, often *did*.

[Sparrow]

"Mostly asleep" wasn't exactly what Chan wanted to hear, but she crept closer. As long as there was a handler about, she was probably safe. This one wasn't, however, one she had seen yet.

That made sense, considering she had only been here once and had only met two people during that visit, but it made her negligible feeling of safety drop another notch. Were there more people about? Or was she the only one here, watching all those whers? How many were there anyway? Chan didn't have a clue, but whatever the number, it was probably too many.

She had no problem with the handlers though. She liked meeting new people. "I suppose you're just getting ready for the night?"

[ShadowReine]

Silia nodded. "Going to head out on patrol as soon as Silisk's ready. Most people aren't even up yet."

Which would explain the absence, although there were relatively few wherhandlers here. The girl seemed nervous. "Don't worry. If he does come out, I'd never let him bite anyone unless they were a raider or something. Which you're clearly not."

It was normal for people to be nervous around the powerful whers, even with a handler present. And even if the handler looked too small to be wrangling a big wher. Of course, it was mental, not physical, their control over their beasts.