[Faroah]

Kyriake was a mining town on a river somewhere in the mountains. It had come to Faroah's attention some years ago purely by accident, but he couldn't remember what that accident had been, only that there were plenty of shinies there for him to take.

Since his terrifying ordeal with that big meanie-head who'd threatened to kill him if he ever went back to his shop, Faroah had avoided New Alexandria, even though the city was his favourite haunt. Xanth's last statue was there and she had a special fondness for the place. There was usually plenty of fodder for his nest, too, just because it was such a bustling place - and he could always take the offerings left for his pet goddess - but no, that big fat meanie-head had to go and ruin things for him.

"Ooooh, itty." Clutching a sparkling crystal that he'd stolen from a bin of the same that was stored with several others right out in the open, he flexed his rear claws around his perch on the lip of the barrel and tried to bite into the crystal, snickering at it. His tiny foreclaws brushed dirt off it and tilted it this way and that so it caught the warm afternoon light.

Small clods of earth came off in his mouth and he spluttered, dropping the shiny back into the bin so he could paw at his tongue, his tiny jaw gaping as he bleched and icked to get the awful taste out of his mouth. He did this for several moments, long after the dirt had gone completely, his whip-like tail lashing about in aggravation. Finally, his tongue still trying to do cartwheels in and out of his mouth, he lowered his claws tentatively and relaxed slightly. The taste was still there, though, and he desperately wanted to taste something yummy, but he wasn't about to abandon his shiny.

Except, which one was it? He'd dropped it into a bin of crystals that all looked the same and now couldn't find his. He had to have his! It was his, his shiny, his pretty! His, his, his!

Screeching at the top of his tiny lungs, he flung himself into the bin with a muted plop and rumble of crystals jumbling together, and began rummaging through the earth-clad crystals in search of the one he'd dropped. He even went so far as to toss several over his head and out of the bin, uncaring that anyone might come along to investigate the case of the flying crystals. "Ine ine ine!" he cried, a territorial chant that would no doubt continue until he found what he was looking for.

And Faroah, being Faroah, never once considered that any one of the other exceedingly similar crystals might do just as well for his nest as the one he'd dropped. He only wanted his.

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[Derrik]

Derrik walked along a long and probably forgotten road. He walked with Agni on his back. The jewels shined in the sun and the blood red blade shined bright. He yawned and stretched out his wings and arms. He sighed and walked along the road till he got to the mining town of Kyriake. He had heard about the small town and the riches it held. He hoped there was something a mercenary could do here so he entered the town and looked around as he entered. His sword shone again in the light and it attracted a few looks. The locals also would be wondering why Zanaryan would be here in their town. He smiled and nodded toward the people staring at him. He looked around again and walked to the middle of the town to look at the notice board. He sighed as he didn't find anything that suited his abilities. He enjoyed the sun as it shined on his wings warming him up. He stretched them out again getting a few screams. He closed them and laughed at the others. He shook his head and stretched out his muscular arms. He needed to gather some supplies and a place to stay for tonight. He looked around at the several citizens and they all quickly looked away. Derrik sighed and rested against the notice board.

[Faroah]

[d=maroon]((OOC:[/d] Hey, Tristan, don't forget Elysians are accustomed to Zanaryans. They're probably not likely to fear him, although they might shy away from the smell. [d=maroon]))[/d]

The bin grumbled a protest as Faroah hopped onto a crystal inside it, his sudden diminutive weight on an unsupported crystal creating a cascade of earth clumps and sparklies that rumbled down the alley where the unprocessed ores had been stored. A flash of red, he shot up into the air over the barrel, screeching like the end of the world was nigh. And it may well be! The mini avalanche had disrupted his search pattern (which was to say, haphazardly hopping from crystal to crystal to peck at the dirt shod around it with the tip of his snout) and he'd lost his pretty entirely.

Snickering to himself, he scrambled up onto the lip of the bin. His head tipped curiously as he looked down at the crystals, his tiny foreclaws cupping his snout in horror. Behind him, littering the alley floor, were the crystals he'd dismissed and tossed over his shoulders out the bin, clumps of earth spattered every which way. What he needed was to empty the bin out and make it easier for him to find his pretty, but the bin was too barrel and heavy for him to topple it over by himself.

Lowering his foreclaws, he chirrupped, twisting his head this way and that, his jewelled eyes blinking rapidly as he considered the alleyway, empty of people or creatures that might help him. At the far end, where the town's noticeboard hung on a wall opposite Faroah's alley, was a Zanaryan. Faroah immediately assumed he would want to help - who wouldn't want to help such a pretty dragon like himself gather more sparklies for his shiny nest? - and teleported himself into the Zanaryan's personal space, his wings flapping to keep him aloft in the demon's line of sight. He paid no mind to the the young Zanaryan's smell, accustomed to worse since Xanth's imp infestation and that scratchy black cat of hers probably smelled worse, at least to him.

"Itty!" he squawked, backing off a little in the direction of the alley then returning. "Ara iny! Ara! Itty itty!" He backed off and returned again, and again, then teleported down the alley and blew a small burst of flame to mark his location, then returned in a small poof of smoke into the Zanaryan's space, all the while snickering and chattering in a simplistic form of Elysian to indicate his need for help.

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[Faroah]

Faroah's first attempt to get help went ignored. It wasn't the first time - for some reason he could never understand, some people just didn't think much of him - so he dismissed the meanie head and returned to spend the next several more minutes trying to rescue his pretty all by himself again.

The shambles he'd made of the alleyway was bound to attract attention sooner or later. Faroah hadn't really considered this, or the possibility that the attracted attention might not be the sort he needed or wanted (like, for instance, the police or owners of the crystals he was throwing every which way).

Luckily, it was a small girl. Unluckily, she was more interested in trying to cuddle him and take him home than helping him find his shiny, but she eventually grew bored of chasing him across his 'ports and started helping him sift through the shinies. "Is this it, Mister Dwagon? Is it this one? Is this it? Is this one yours, Mister Dwagon?" Every time, he'd hop across to inspect it, leaning against it with his foreclaws as she held it up, then snicker his disappointment and shake his head.

The sun was beginning to set when a tall, bulky, darkly bearded man rounded a corner and stopped dead, his eyes and voice bulging as he started prattling about the damage. "Have you any idea what this mess is going to cost? Where's your parents, young lady? What are you doing? Is that a rat? Well, what's it doing here, then, dragons belong in Nirim!"

Faroah snickered at him, snorting flames at the coarse man as the girl dashed off in tears. Still trying to locate his pretty with unwavering determination (though only half his attention), he reprimanded the loud man in a mixture of garbled Elysian and monkey chatter, grumbling at him telepathically. Finally, he threw up his hands and said something about fetching help, and the alley fell quiet. Faroah paused in his search, his neck limp and his chin resting on a crystal in true mope fashion. Then, a soft rumble as a pile of crystals collapsed, and there - sparkling prettily and merrily and beautifully and bright! - was his shiny! He knew it was his! He was sure it was! It had to be!

Chattering excitedly, he 'ported and dashed and 'ported again, claws scrabbling and earth-clods cascading. The second he got his teeny mitts on it - as the loud man and a bunch of his friends came back to "oi!" at him - Faroah, and the elusive crystal, disappeared.

[d=green]((OOC:[/d] Faroah has left the thread.[d=green]))[/d]

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