Toadstools and Fairy Rings (open)

[Marnark’tranarprol]

It was dark, but not as dark as it could have been, not at all. The moonlight was substantial tonight, making it quite easy for Laier to make her way around and not trip on anything. Though, standing in the shade of a tree, that was kind of moot anyway... darkness was darkness after all. She had a bag slung under one arm, and a skinny, whittled-smooth stick in the opposing hand. With this, she was poking at the ground industriously, flipping over bits of tree litter and fallen bark or branches.

She was schroom hunting ... having decided that it was altogether too long since she had had any kind of schroom soup, she'd decided to go schroom hunting. Nevermind that the cooks in the kitchens had adamantly tried to tell her that it was not the season for schrooms, and she wasn't going to find any. Laier rather didn't believe them, and was determined to find some schrooms to make into some soup. Better yet, a cream soup! Oooh, yeah ... to pour all over a nice peice of juicy meat.

Snuffling around in the litter not far off, Lask was similarly hunting, though she only had the vaguest idea what she was looking for. Twice already she'd found a scrounging rodent and had chased it thither and yon before catching the thing and eating it rather noisily. Laier had commented that if the wher was hungry, she could always get some food that was far easier to catch and more rewarding. Lask's response had merely been an indiferent nudge... chasing rodents was fun, and challenging... not many whers could chase down and catch a rodent, after all! Kept her on her toes, now didn't it?

Laier could only laugh and shrug, going back to poking around for schrooms. "The crop seems a little thin, this time of month. Shame ... the light is good for finding thier little white heads. I had hoped to find ten or twelve tonight." She told the wher, who was busily chewing on the end of a stick now. "What are you doing?

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Admin's Note:[/hr]" Laier demanded, when she realized that, lowering her stick to just stare at the green.

Lask flashed her an image of a very small rodent ... one the wher could likely inhale and not notice. But it was hiding inside the stick, and Lask was determined to get it out and eat it. Laier blew a frustrated sigh at her for it, then, and shook her head. "I thought you said you were going to help me find schrooms! Scrooms don't scurry, and they surely don't hide inside hollow limbs!" Laier gesticulated wildly with her stick. It was a good thing there wasn't anyone standing near her, or she might have just poked out thier eye.

Schroom. The wher remarked, while flashing a rather empty image ... in otherwords she hadn't seen any at all. Flicking her tongue as she spat out a chunk of wood, Lask eyed the wood for a moment, before suddenly dropping what was left of the limb and pouncing on the bit she'd spat out. Twice more she pounced, using both front feet and flaring her wings slightly. Slow! She ordered, as she tried in vain to catch the schroom sized rodent.

Laier watched this for a moment, before a small smile crept over her features. "Silly wher. You have no idea how rediculous you look, do you?" She asked, before going back to schroom hunting and ignoring the thumping noises generated by Lask bouncing after the tiny creature. Turning over a peice of debris, Laier crouched down to inspect the bared rich soil underneath. Surely schrooms didn't seriously have a season?!

[panther]

Danask was in a particularly grumpy mood this night. She sent an image to her bond, Danae, who was pawing through reams and reams of paper that was strewn haphazardly about her desk. She growled loudly in frustration and threw it all down. “Shard to it All Danask! I jut can’t find the wherryheaded thing!”
You look for what?
“I’m looking for the transfer papers. I’m trying to keep on top of it… but the hatching feast at the weyr screwed up all of my timetable.” She huffed loudly.
so, what do you search for?[/i] the wher re-iterated with a distinct lack of patience.
“Sorry Danask, I’m looking for Alder’s transfer papers. I want to keep them all organized, and orderly, for fear Lord Holder decides it is time to check up on why our spending has increased dramatically, quite so quickly.” She shook her head and ruffled the papers together to some sort of orderly looking pile.
He asks for reasons, I show him teeth. Help?[/i] The gold offered, making her bonded shot a dark glance to the wher, dim Glow flickering.
“I’d like to see it, but I’d not like to see the repercussions.”
Need independent. Like Dragon home.[/i]
Danae sighed. “Yes, that would be ideal. But, we are a long way off yet my lovely.” She slid the chair back with a rotten sound of wood scraping on stone, making Danae’s ears ring nastily.
Lask searches.[/i]
“Oh? Is Laier with her? I haven’t spoken with them in a while, It might be nice to pay one of our founders a visit.” She smirked, almost desperate for an excuse to leave the dig.
Hurriedly, Danae pulled on some black boots, and hiked half of her hair back off her face, and pulled on her blue jacket.
Danask rose, but she wouldn’t go with her bond, Danae knew the wher was hungry, it made her own belly rumble.

Danae went across the courtyard with her wher, letting a herdbeast out, at Danask’s pick of course, and the Gold began her hunt. Danae went towards the direction Danask had quite liberally shown her.
“Laier.” She called as she vaulted over a log (quite comically considering she was quite short and the log was quite not), “Can I help?” She called, hoping that perhaps whatever Laier and Lask were searching for, it might be a slightly more productive search than what her own had been.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Laier's head jerked up and around at the voice calling to her, just in time to watch Danae vault nicely over a log. "Eh?" She asked. "Oh! Um ... I guess?" She shrugged, before kicking at another clump of rotting vegitation. "The more the merrier, I guess. How is Danask?" She inquired.

Lask looked up, her front feet jammed together in front of her as she tried to keep her latest prey from getting away. But as she was not looking, the little creature scooted out the crack between the heels of her front feet, and scampered away from the oblivious wher. Lask shot a questioning burst at Laier, and then a greeting one to Danae, before dropping her snout back to her feet, sniffing industriously, believing that the rodent was still trapped within.

"I'm looking for schrooms ... I want to make a schroom soup. The cooks tell me I can't do that, cause they're not in season. But I don't think schrooms have a season." Laier commented, prodding around in the fresh mulch with her stick. But, like before, she didn't find anything at all. "Lask is being no help ... she's not even looking for schrooms at all. She's been chasing little furry things all night so far. A rather unproductive means of getting a meal, I think." Laier commented, rather not noticing how the observation applied to her own efforts. A whole lot of searching and not a lot of finding anything.

"Here." Laier flashed a smile at Danae, and offered her the stick. "You don't want to go rooting around in this stuff with your bare hands. No telling what kind of insect you'll find." She nodded firmly, and then grinned broadly. "I had hoped to find some of those little button white schrooms, but it's getting to the point where I'd settle for some of those other, brown ones. But I haven't seen any of those, either."

She made a show of opening her bag and peeking in, before gesturing at it uselessly. "Not a schroom yet."

Impatience. Lask commented, merely, slowly tipping one foot over and cramming her snout into the opening. Slowly, she tipped the other foot over, rump settling to the ground as she poked around inbetween her front feet with her snout, looking for the rodent that was not there. Finally, she turned both front feet over, and carefully checked between each toe, before looking around in a slightly confused fashion. Had her snack turned to smoke?