55 Fall 522 evening
Something suddenly burst into the closed Foundry tent with a loud chuffing growling sound and Stoker shook himself all over like a wet dog as he fully entered. His tail smashed back and forth into the tent flaps, letting Mitt see that it had stopped raining.
Mitt put up his hands and laughed loudly at the little Ixam's antics.
"I know, I know, the tent flaps blocked your view of me. It's ok lil man." The young smith grabbed a rag and started drying off the wriggling reptile. In a new and not so charming habit, Stoker rammed the side of his body into Mitt's legs and bowled him over to the floor. Like a puppy, the reptile jumped on his chest and started sniffing at his face and hair. Any immediate words were smothered by the eager little guy's attentions and it took a couple chimes to sit up.
Mitt picked him up and set him back down on the floor so he could sit on the chair again.
"Where did you learn a stunt like that? How did a little guy like you knock me over while I was sitting squarely in a chair? Is that a new prey technique you picked up today?" He asked, looking in admiration at the tough little Ixam.
"Ok let me get the tent flaps tied back up and we'll go outside so you can show me more."
Mitt said, playfully slapping Stoker on the flank to scoot him out of the Foundry quickly. He didn't want the Ixam to get hurt around all the heavy tools so it was best to just distract him and not encourage any curiosity in there. Mitt picked up a heavy hundred pound stump and brought it outside with him.
The sun shone brightly and the heat came back up to full force as the pair of them went out onto the beach.
"So that looked like a solid hit to take down a taller Ixam." Mitt said, patting Stoker's head in praise.
"You're a smart little guy aren't ya?"
'Stoker's getting used to meeting up with me just before sunset and it's a good habit I want to encourage the steady time to check up on him. Then if he's not here around the same time each day, I know he might be hurt or in trouble. My parents did the same with me at breakfast time.' he thought to himself.
Mitt set down the heavy tree stump in the sand as he spoke and motioned for Stoker to come closer.
He stroked the sleek reptile's eye ridges until his scarlet eyes finally closed and he leaned his full weight into Mitt's leg with obvious affection. The Ixam's tail wrapped around the man's left leg in a reptile style hug.
"Ok, you need to learn how to defend your self against bigger Ixams that might try to eat you. I get that. But you need your nightly check in first got it?"
The gleaming gold and scarlet reptile put his chin on top of the stump and Mitt ran his large hands gently over the face, checking for cuts or marks.
"Ok big smile."
Stoker raised his face up and opened his mouth to show his gleaming rows of teeth, his tongue flickered in and out impatiently as Mitt looked inside. Mitt pushed his tongue back with a short laugh.
"Ok smart ass, feet now."
The Ixam clearly had no patience for this nonsense, whipped his tail to the left and leaped three to the side with a mischievous grin.
"I will personally pick you up and put you on that stump myself and we won't play at all after if that's how you wanna act. The faster we finish your check up, the faster we go have fun. Now." Mitt tried very hard to remain stern and not laugh but it was impossible not to smile at the little goofball.
Stoker leapt onto the stump from five feet away and toppled it over, kicking and biting at the stump making happy snarling noises. The moment Mitt caught his scarlet eye with a serious frown, the Ixam nudged over the tree stump and hopped up lightly, balancing on it with all his claws extended into the wood and his tail wrapped tightly around it.
Mitt crouched and looked over his feet and legs, moving a quick hand across the stomach, up to his ribs and along his back. It must have taken all of two whole chimes which for Stoker, was forever.
"Ok the-" Mitt instantly rocked back on his heels to prep himself for Stoker's favorite stunt with him. The red and gold young Ixam leaped four feet off the stump rebounded swiftly off Mitt's chest pushing back with his tail and jumped a solid nine foot length from almost six feet in the air.
"Alright we'll play now you little brat!"
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Something suddenly burst into the closed Foundry tent with a loud chuffing growling sound and Stoker shook himself all over like a wet dog as he fully entered. His tail smashed back and forth into the tent flaps, letting Mitt see that it had stopped raining.
Mitt put up his hands and laughed loudly at the little Ixam's antics.
"I know, I know, the tent flaps blocked your view of me. It's ok lil man." The young smith grabbed a rag and started drying off the wriggling reptile. In a new and not so charming habit, Stoker rammed the side of his body into Mitt's legs and bowled him over to the floor. Like a puppy, the reptile jumped on his chest and started sniffing at his face and hair. Any immediate words were smothered by the eager little guy's attentions and it took a couple chimes to sit up.
Mitt picked him up and set him back down on the floor so he could sit on the chair again.
"Where did you learn a stunt like that? How did a little guy like you knock me over while I was sitting squarely in a chair? Is that a new prey technique you picked up today?" He asked, looking in admiration at the tough little Ixam.
"Ok let me get the tent flaps tied back up and we'll go outside so you can show me more."
Mitt said, playfully slapping Stoker on the flank to scoot him out of the Foundry quickly. He didn't want the Ixam to get hurt around all the heavy tools so it was best to just distract him and not encourage any curiosity in there. Mitt picked up a heavy hundred pound stump and brought it outside with him.
The sun shone brightly and the heat came back up to full force as the pair of them went out onto the beach.
"So that looked like a solid hit to take down a taller Ixam." Mitt said, patting Stoker's head in praise.
"You're a smart little guy aren't ya?"
'Stoker's getting used to meeting up with me just before sunset and it's a good habit I want to encourage the steady time to check up on him. Then if he's not here around the same time each day, I know he might be hurt or in trouble. My parents did the same with me at breakfast time.' he thought to himself.
Mitt set down the heavy tree stump in the sand as he spoke and motioned for Stoker to come closer.
He stroked the sleek reptile's eye ridges until his scarlet eyes finally closed and he leaned his full weight into Mitt's leg with obvious affection. The Ixam's tail wrapped around the man's left leg in a reptile style hug.
"Ok, you need to learn how to defend your self against bigger Ixams that might try to eat you. I get that. But you need your nightly check in first got it?"
The gleaming gold and scarlet reptile put his chin on top of the stump and Mitt ran his large hands gently over the face, checking for cuts or marks.
"Ok big smile."
Stoker raised his face up and opened his mouth to show his gleaming rows of teeth, his tongue flickered in and out impatiently as Mitt looked inside. Mitt pushed his tongue back with a short laugh.
"Ok smart ass, feet now."
The Ixam clearly had no patience for this nonsense, whipped his tail to the left and leaped three to the side with a mischievous grin.
"I will personally pick you up and put you on that stump myself and we won't play at all after if that's how you wanna act. The faster we finish your check up, the faster we go have fun. Now." Mitt tried very hard to remain stern and not laugh but it was impossible not to smile at the little goofball.
Stoker leapt onto the stump from five feet away and toppled it over, kicking and biting at the stump making happy snarling noises. The moment Mitt caught his scarlet eye with a serious frown, the Ixam nudged over the tree stump and hopped up lightly, balancing on it with all his claws extended into the wood and his tail wrapped tightly around it.
Mitt crouched and looked over his feet and legs, moving a quick hand across the stomach, up to his ribs and along his back. It must have taken all of two whole chimes which for Stoker, was forever.
"Ok the-" Mitt instantly rocked back on his heels to prep himself for Stoker's favorite stunt with him. The red and gold young Ixam leaped four feet off the stump rebounded swiftly off Mitt's chest pushing back with his tail and jumped a solid nine foot length from almost six feet in the air.
"Alright we'll play now you little brat!"
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