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27.Apr.13, 12:09 AM
Aparicus wasn’t sure where her bronze flit had gotten off to. One minute he had been helping her gather the redfruit from higher limbs and the next he’d darted off furiously after some child who’d been watching them. Apari had a slight suspicion that the child had been about to do no good, which was the usual cause for Cinnamon to get so upset. No good or about to upset Apari. Cinnamon didn’t seem to like any of that one bit.
On one hand that made Aparicus feel horribly guilty. She should have better control over her bronze, but then looking around at some of the other firelizards, she soon learned that Cinnamon was actually well behaved and listened greatly compared to some others. It was just those moments when Aparicus was in distress that he seemed to be at his worse. The funny part is that he was always in some sort of defense of her, which accounted for why she could never stay angry with him.
Turning her attention back to her task, Apari looked for the next lowest set of redfruit upon the trees. It seemed that over the past few seven-days she’d not been the only one sent by the kitchen staff to collect the fruit that had ripened. The pies were a favorite of many members of the Weyr and as a result there were only a few that were still within reach for the short woman, but those few were not yet a rich red that told when the fruit tasted it’s best.
A little higher in one of the trees, however, she spotted a branch that had not yet been picked clean. She chewed a thumbnail for a moment as she stared at the tree, then her basket and back at the tree once more. If Cinnamon were here they would be easy enough to gather, the lizard would have knocked them down for Aparicus to catch. But with him off and about she was on her own and she certainly wasn’t going to anger anyone by coming back with only half a basket!
Moving to the tree, she hiked up her heavy skirts to put her foot into the crook made by a low branch coming out of the trunk. Reaching up to higher branches, she stabilized herself before pulling herself up. It wasn’t necessarily hard work, Aparicus had such a slight frame she was often mistaken for being sickly… though perhaps that wasn’t such a mistake to assume. Even so, it meant that she didn’t need much as far as strength went to pull herself into the tree. Seated upon one branch just a little ways up, she found the first of the clump within reach.
“Well this is easy enough.” She said to herself as she reached out to clasp the redfruit. Dropping it into the basket, she reached out for another and had barely clasped her hand around it’s smooth, red surface before she felt herself lean out just a little too far… In a flurry of skirts and brown hair she found herself falling off the limb she’d been seated upon.
On one hand that made Aparicus feel horribly guilty. She should have better control over her bronze, but then looking around at some of the other firelizards, she soon learned that Cinnamon was actually well behaved and listened greatly compared to some others. It was just those moments when Aparicus was in distress that he seemed to be at his worse. The funny part is that he was always in some sort of defense of her, which accounted for why she could never stay angry with him.
Turning her attention back to her task, Apari looked for the next lowest set of redfruit upon the trees. It seemed that over the past few seven-days she’d not been the only one sent by the kitchen staff to collect the fruit that had ripened. The pies were a favorite of many members of the Weyr and as a result there were only a few that were still within reach for the short woman, but those few were not yet a rich red that told when the fruit tasted it’s best.
A little higher in one of the trees, however, she spotted a branch that had not yet been picked clean. She chewed a thumbnail for a moment as she stared at the tree, then her basket and back at the tree once more. If Cinnamon were here they would be easy enough to gather, the lizard would have knocked them down for Aparicus to catch. But with him off and about she was on her own and she certainly wasn’t going to anger anyone by coming back with only half a basket!
Moving to the tree, she hiked up her heavy skirts to put her foot into the crook made by a low branch coming out of the trunk. Reaching up to higher branches, she stabilized herself before pulling herself up. It wasn’t necessarily hard work, Aparicus had such a slight frame she was often mistaken for being sickly… though perhaps that wasn’t such a mistake to assume. Even so, it meant that she didn’t need much as far as strength went to pull herself into the tree. Seated upon one branch just a little ways up, she found the first of the clump within reach.
“Well this is easy enough.” She said to herself as she reached out to clasp the redfruit. Dropping it into the basket, she reached out for another and had barely clasped her hand around it’s smooth, red surface before she felt herself lean out just a little too far… In a flurry of skirts and brown hair she found herself falling off the limb she’d been seated upon.
