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[Blade Master Model 42]

Aiesha leaned away when Prata came to get a good whiff of her. "You cut that out! I don't have anything for you, go fish or something!"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Prata was too dumb to quit. He butted his head against Aiesha's shoulder gently, clearly trying to make friends with her solely so she would feed him.

[GiglameshDespair]

"..."
It took a second.
"..."
The words sank in and her mind turned to the safer area of puppets.
"!"
"G-gah! Y-yes, u-um. W-well, I-I just s-sew t-them out of old cloth. I-it was h-hard to f-find d-dyes for the h-hair, b-but, um... _{I've a-already made a few.}"
She nervously retrieved two puppets from her waistpouches.

"W-what do y-you think? C-cetus, I-I can make you one."

[Blade Master Model 42]

Aiesha backed up, more annoyed than anything else. "Get lost! I already told you I'm not feeding you! Go get your master or something. Stheno! Help me over here!"

[Swordstar]

"Those are adorable. Though the Barry one is a bit skinny. I'd love to see you make one of me."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Beryn looked over, intrigued.

"Oh, hey, that's me. Huh! Wow. You made those in only a few days? Hell, mine's even got that gold streak. That's pretty cool."

As he mentioned it, he self-consciously touched the gold streak in his hair. It had always been there; he had no explanation for why most of his hair was green but that part of it always grew a different color.

Meanwhile, Prata was stalking Aiesha across the deck, although not in a menacing manner. He had apparently decided that Aiesha's backing away meant she wanted to play instead of feed him.

[Glowcat]

Stheno finished putting away her blood-won potion when she began to barely make out the sounds of Aeisha calling her name above. She breathed in and steeled herself for accusations of dead parrotry before making her way up stairs again and standing before the First Mate's fury.

"Y-y-es?" She had the look of a guilty party.

[Blade Master Model 42]

Aiesha turned her head to look at Stheno. "You worked with Beryn before this, please tell me you know how to get this lizard to stop following me!"

[Glowcat]

She looked at the wyvern and shuddered, remembering what had just transpired moments before.

"Me? I didn't take care of his pet. Maybe..." She coughed, uncomfortable at the suggestion "F-feed it? He's... probably still hungry."

[GiglameshDespair]

"..."
"T-thank you."

"..."
"A-as I-I said, t-they aren't hard to m-make, b-but I don't h-have the d-dyes to m-make the hair."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"We should get you some then! Or maybe ask Stheno, she's always making potions and stuff. I bet she could make dyes."

Prata looked from Aiesha to Stheno and made a happy sort of low chirpy noise upon recognizing the alchemist, which did take a few seconds. His wings rustled slightly.

[Swordstar]

"Hmm, well, if the hair is just cloth, we might be able to find some donations from rags and such."

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Ugh, for real? I already told it that I don't have anything to feed it!" Aiesha turned back to Prata, still backing away. "Leave me alone you big dumb lizard! I have no food! Nothing! Go find your own!"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Prata fluttered his wings with another bellowing chirp when he noticed the game of keep-away was on again and continued to chase Aiesha, neck extended so he could try to nuzzle her. He seemed to be having fun at least.

[GiglameshDespair]

"..."
"Y-yes. I-I only have t-this a-armour, s-so I don't h-have any rags to u-use, really. I-I borrowed a f-few I found in the s-ship before."