Enchanted

Writers: Paula, Mirren
Date Posted: 27th November 2015

Characters: Telemon, Torianna
Description: Torianna meets someone small, dark and...green.
Location: Citrus Bay Hold
Date: month 3, day 2 of Turn 8

She should have been looking for spiderclaws, but Torianna was sitting on a fallen log, looking up at the clouds. She liked the way they made shapes, which blew into others. She could watch for hours.

A green firelizard landed on the log next to her and chirped curiously. She was dainty and deep forest green. She moved closer to the girl. ~~ Scratch~~ She bumped her head against the girl's hand, her chirp taking more demanding tone.

Torianna blinked at her in surprise. "You want a scratch?" Tentatively she stretched out her fingers and lightly scratched her hide. "You're so soft," she said softy.

"Ena!" a deep voice called. The flit ignored the call and leaned further towards the girl, making pleased sounds.

Torianna went on scratching, a soft smile on her face. She'd always liked flits, but rarely had a chance to touch one like this. She was aware of someone approaching, but she couldn't tear her eyes away.

So she didn't see the tall figure stop behind her back. "Hello miss, I hope she's not bothering your," a voice greeted.

"No, not at all." Her eyes flicked sideways but she couldn't see who had spoken. "She's yours?"

"Most of the time, rest of the time she flies off to beg pettings from people," the man answered. "Her name is Ena, which is actually shortened from Enchantress."

"Oh, well she certainly is enchanting," she replied. "I'm sure she gets all sorts of tidbits too." It would be hard to resist that face.

"Yes, I'm surprised she hasn't got fat," he chuckled.

"Flying probably burns it off." Torianna finally turned to see to whom she was speaking.

"Probably," Telemon said. Now that he could see her face he saw she was pretty, and young.

And he was tall. She smiled shyly and took in his knots. "Good day master healer."

"And good day to you, young lady," Telemon gave her courteus half-bow.

"I hope I'm not distracting your friend when she'd supposed to be doing a task for you?" she asked, suddenly concerned.

"No, not at all. We were just having a walk along the beach when she spotted you and selected you as her victim," Telemon smiled. He was visiting Citrus Bay on his regular inspection-rounds. He wanted to check all the minor holds himself, as a part of his duties as the Hold's master healer.

She giggled. "I'm honoured that she chose me. She's very sweet. I think she knows that too, doesn't she?"

"Of course she knows," Telemon smiled fondly to his firelizard.

"How long have you had her?" He wasn't young, but that didn't mean the flit wasn't.

"Five Turns," Telemon replied. "She's still a young one."

"Oh, she was hatched when I was ten or eleven then," she said, suddenly feeling even younger than she already had.

"That's about right time," Telemon replied after estimating her age. As a healer, he was pretty good at it.

"Where did you get her?" she asked. Not that she'd ever be that lucky.

"She was actually gift from a grateful patient. Who happened to have firelizard's eggs," Telemon told her.

"Oh. Well I don't think I have any skills worth swapping for one," she said wistfully. "Unless people really like embroidery."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Telemon shrugged. "Some might appreaciate a well made needle work." Of course, the needle work he did involved flesh.

"Perhaps." She shrugged. Maybe there was something else she could do for an egg. She'd have to think about it. "There's probably a lot of people waiting for them as it is."

"They are rare," Telemon agreed. "And greens are pretty useless when it come to eggs. They refuse to clutch in to a sand box, instead the leave their eggs somewhere in wilderness and they can't remember where," he continued. He had tried to find Ena's nests. No avail.

Torianna shook a finger at the flit. "Naughty," she said jokingly. "Oh well, we'd all have ten flits if they laid them where you want her to."

"Yes, that's certainly true, we would be hip deep in green and blue flits," Telemon said.

"No one would get to eat their own food." She giggled. "They'd be feeding flits all day."

"Not to mention they sometimes collect shiny things, so they would take all the spoons," Telemon joined her joking.

"We'd have to mix our klah with a knife." Her eyes widened playfully.

"How horrible," Telemon laughed. She was very funny young girl.

She grinned. "At least we know who to blame if the spoons all go missing."

"Yes. Did you hear that, Ena? That means you," Telemon mock scowled at the flit. She just ignored him and headbutted Torianna to continue scratching her.

She laughed and resumed scratching. "She knows what she wants, doesn't she?" If only she could be as assertive and carefree as a flit. In some ways, she was, but she knew that couldn't last.

"Oh, yes," Telemon agreed.

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