66th of Spring, 522 AV
It was difficult to get anything done the couple of days it took for Faye to grow out of infancy. Earlier in the season he’d had support from friends like Oralie but as the season wore on and the curses started to wear everyone down, it felt like he was on his own. His own curse was afflicting him rather badly the later into the season they got. Most days it was all he could think about, and if he didn’t at least satisfy a couple of urges he wouldn’t be able make himself get out of bed the next day. This was one of those bad days.
He had been trying to read the same passage in his book for about a bell now while Faye took a nap in their bed. It wasn’t a particularly hard passage to understand but he kept getting distracted part of the way through reading it. His mind was prone to tangents, making links that didn’t quite line up. The passage itself was Jungle Ixam, which made him briefly wonder if the book was playing games with him at times.
[Jungle Ixam are the smallest type of Ixam and tend to roam in packs of three to four adults to avoid predation from crocodiles, big cats, and large constrictors. Because of their small size, they can afford ecologically to maintain a roughly carnivorous diet of fish, frogs, and other reptiles.
Their hunting habits reputably mimic that of wolves. Long claws, and razor sharp teeth in combination with the cooperation of the pack ensures the successful capture of prey or defense of their pack.
Compared to other Ixam, Jungle Ixam have shorter tails on average and typically have dark green skin with vibrant blue veins underneath that glow at night. They also possess long highly flexible toes that are great for gripping all sorts of surfaces which make them exceptional climbers.
A group of ixam is known as a lounge, and typically consists of 3 to 4 lizards with a mix of genders. Because of their social nature, domesticating one of these ixam is significantly easier than that of their solitary cousins, the mountain ixam.
Jungle ixam generally prefer to spend their days relaxing and soaking in the sun while their nights are spent hunting with the pack. When it comes time to breed, jungle ixam typically make their nests at the base of trees, covering them with sticks and mud before leaving the eggs to later hatch on their own.]
An below that brief passage was a sketch of what the jungle ixam looked like in a lounge, which was a sight quite familiar to him. Of course he had wondered about the creatures from time to time and their preference for sunning around the Inn. However because they had never bothered him, and he had never tried to bother them, he wasn’t exactly sure about how to feel about them. He recalled some boy playing fetch with them not so long ago, but that almost seemed a world away this morning.
Before he could get much traction to his thoughts, Faye woke up with a sudden start. Knowing exactly where this was going having done this routine a few times this season, Cleon cleared his throat as she started to make her way over to where he was sitting.
“Eh? What did we talk about earlier? You need to get dressed before we go anywhere.” He said. Because today she was six years old, Cleon didn’t have much of a choice in what he could let her wear so they’d settled on her old shirt because while it was big on her, it was less so than other clothes she had to wear for the rest of the season and it didn’t much matter if she got it dirty.
Of course he didn’t like to go out with her looking like a mess and wearing just an over sized shirt so while she complained about being hungry he worked on getting her herded in the right direction so they could go get something to eat. Closing his book with a sigh, he reached into the bag beside his chair to grab a comb which he used to try taming her unruly mass of blond bed head. Then once it looked halfway decent, he looked down at her and gave a little half smile.
“Come on. Put on your shirt and we’ll go grab something to eat.” Cleon said, holding up a finger when she tried to argue. “No. Nuh uh. None of that young lady. Get your shirt on before I get mad, and we stay in here all day.” Cleon said, and finally she did as he asked going over to pull on a shirt. It didn’t look great, that worn out old gray thing that looked like a rag, but at least it covered the important bits without falling off of her.
Gesturing her closer, he wrapped his belt around her waist and cinched it gently before standing up out of his chair. Grabbing her hand, he lead Faye to the common room where he saw more than a few people milling about. There he grabbed a couple of cold sandwiches for them before taking a seat at the end of the long table.
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He had been trying to read the same passage in his book for about a bell now while Faye took a nap in their bed. It wasn’t a particularly hard passage to understand but he kept getting distracted part of the way through reading it. His mind was prone to tangents, making links that didn’t quite line up. The passage itself was Jungle Ixam, which made him briefly wonder if the book was playing games with him at times.
[Jungle Ixam are the smallest type of Ixam and tend to roam in packs of three to four adults to avoid predation from crocodiles, big cats, and large constrictors. Because of their small size, they can afford ecologically to maintain a roughly carnivorous diet of fish, frogs, and other reptiles.
Their hunting habits reputably mimic that of wolves. Long claws, and razor sharp teeth in combination with the cooperation of the pack ensures the successful capture of prey or defense of their pack.
Compared to other Ixam, Jungle Ixam have shorter tails on average and typically have dark green skin with vibrant blue veins underneath that glow at night. They also possess long highly flexible toes that are great for gripping all sorts of surfaces which make them exceptional climbers.
A group of ixam is known as a lounge, and typically consists of 3 to 4 lizards with a mix of genders. Because of their social nature, domesticating one of these ixam is significantly easier than that of their solitary cousins, the mountain ixam.
Jungle ixam generally prefer to spend their days relaxing and soaking in the sun while their nights are spent hunting with the pack. When it comes time to breed, jungle ixam typically make their nests at the base of trees, covering them with sticks and mud before leaving the eggs to later hatch on their own.]
An below that brief passage was a sketch of what the jungle ixam looked like in a lounge, which was a sight quite familiar to him. Of course he had wondered about the creatures from time to time and their preference for sunning around the Inn. However because they had never bothered him, and he had never tried to bother them, he wasn’t exactly sure about how to feel about them. He recalled some boy playing fetch with them not so long ago, but that almost seemed a world away this morning.
Before he could get much traction to his thoughts, Faye woke up with a sudden start. Knowing exactly where this was going having done this routine a few times this season, Cleon cleared his throat as she started to make her way over to where he was sitting.
“Eh? What did we talk about earlier? You need to get dressed before we go anywhere.” He said. Because today she was six years old, Cleon didn’t have much of a choice in what he could let her wear so they’d settled on her old shirt because while it was big on her, it was less so than other clothes she had to wear for the rest of the season and it didn’t much matter if she got it dirty.
Of course he didn’t like to go out with her looking like a mess and wearing just an over sized shirt so while she complained about being hungry he worked on getting her herded in the right direction so they could go get something to eat. Closing his book with a sigh, he reached into the bag beside his chair to grab a comb which he used to try taming her unruly mass of blond bed head. Then once it looked halfway decent, he looked down at her and gave a little half smile.
“Come on. Put on your shirt and we’ll go grab something to eat.” Cleon said, holding up a finger when she tried to argue. “No. Nuh uh. None of that young lady. Get your shirt on before I get mad, and we stay in here all day.” Cleon said, and finally she did as he asked going over to pull on a shirt. It didn’t look great, that worn out old gray thing that looked like a rag, but at least it covered the important bits without falling off of her.
Gesturing her closer, he wrapped his belt around her waist and cinched it gently before standing up out of his chair. Grabbing her hand, he lead Faye to the common room where he saw more than a few people milling about. There he grabbed a couple of cold sandwiches for them before taking a seat at the end of the long table.
WC - 884