Surviving and Eypharian's [Ifran]

[Ryce]

Ryce jumped out from under the eypharian's hand, the deep hiss was his ways of letting Ifran know that he wasn't readily comfortable with such contact. He wasn't angry with the act but it surely gave fuel to his complex of being small, it wasn't something he would allow, especially so sudden. Ryce waited until Ifran would withdraw his hand and scurried back up the untouched rat and proceed with his meal. The ferret would have been able to finish if it weren't for the sudden shower of rain. Large drops fell from above not only drenching him instantly, but as well releasing swarms of spiders that shortly after running around would vanish. Quickly thinking he ran to cover under a small portion of his bag, his back facing into it he hissed out and pawed at the spiders. There wasn't a way for him to do much of anything else, the rain seemingly drowning out any other options. The ferret now let out a small whine, larger drops bounced from the ground causing him to whence and in attempt to bury himself deeper under his bag. Even though not allowing to be petted he looked at Ifran sadly wishing to be helped, unable to stop the advance of spiders.

[Ifran]

Ifran was not bothered by the hiss, merely pulling his hand back. He could understand a Kelvic's distrust. Many were taken advantage of by humans and other sentient creatures, playing on their submissive, bonding nature. When the rain began to fall, Ifran looked up, eyelashes catching gleaming jewels of water. As they plashed over his face, he wondered whether they were real or illusory, then too, whether the city let rain fall upon its denizens while persuading their minds that they were warm and dry. A great deal of damage could be done to the populace merely by hiding the true nature of their environment from them. When he looked down, the ferret seemed beset by spiders. This he could deal with, being of as many limbs as they, but many times larger and stronger. Six hands picked up six rocks and began to squash the encroaching army with merciless efficiency. "Not to worry, little Ryce. The spiders will not share your shelter while I am here."

[Ryce]

Ryce watched in amazement as Ifran's six arms moved and smashed the spiders with ease. A new found courage arose within Ryce as he viewed the scene. Swatting and clawing at the spiders, some of which smashed under his paws as others simply vanished, the ferret made his way out from under his pack. The act seemed to help with his certain fear he held against the eight legged creatures. After a few moments the assault of the spiders came to an end and became nothing more than a shower of large droplets. In a failed attempt to dry himself the ferret shook vigorously, his outer fur simply stayed matted in small patches against his body. Uncomfortable, Ryce reverted to his human form and immediately began rifling through his pack. First pulling out his cotton white shirt he shoved his head through the neck hole, the drenched shirt sticking to his body as he tugged at it. After his trousers and boots were satisfactory he swung his tattered cloak over his body and connected the clasp in the front. Looking around, the kelvic attempted formulating a way out of the garden ready to return to the spoiled comforts provided by the city. Grabbing his bag by one strap he slung it over his shoulder looked at Ifran and then the paths around them. "Ryce is ready to leave." In a swift moment the man's nostrils flared and puffed in attempt to find a reasonable sense of direction for exit. He walked sulkily against the rain not too sure on his current decided path.

[Ifran]

They battled the spiders together and it seemed that, in the end, they won. But little Ryce did not seem comfortable in the rain. Ifran might have offered him a place in his clothes, to be warm and gradually dry next to the desert heat of his skin, but the Kelvic had other ideas, reverting to human form to pull on soaking wet clothes. Ifran failed to see the logic of this, but kept his peace. There was no sense in further frustrating the little fellow. Ifran supposed he had the right of it. If it was going to continue to rain and be disgusting and cold, he might as well return to the Crooked Playhouse where there was hot food and fires to dry and warm oneself. "Ryce is wise," he said dryly, though he was not dry at all. Without further ado, he began to follow Ryce, though with his agile, Eypharian mind, he was rather sure that he should have gone left when he took that right. But he was not going to say anything, not until Ryce asked for help. He did not want to seem pushy. It was just that he knew better. He was Eypharian, after all.