A Morning Walk and a Purple Flop [open]

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar grinned, reaching down and rubbing Altahyr’s head.

“He, is going to run through the middle of all those workers and cooks. Just as…”

K’tar walked towards the kitchen. “Demonstrated. Altahyr, distract.”

Altahyr leapt forward, springing through the kitchen door and barking wildly.

Two seconds later, K’tar followed. The inside of the kitchen was a chaotic mess, through which K’tar dodged, making for the pies.

“Get that sharding canine!”

“Threadbait animal!”

“Wait! Boy! Don’t touch that!”

K’tar dodged around the man who’d seen him, ducking under a blow to swipe another couple pies.

[Breeze]

Well, that certainly is one way to make a distraction. K'ton followed after at top speed with a carefree grin, slowing to a stop in order to pile a few of the pies into his shirt. This was complete chaos. How he missed chaos. He turned to leave, attempting to dodge a pan that was flying towards him, and failing as it collided harshly with his shoulder.

He tilted to the side slightly, almost dropping the bag. K'ton secured it lightly with the hand on the shoulder that hadn't been hit, before careening and making a beeline for the door with his pilfered goods. He ducked out of the way of another pan, sliding to the door and toppling over the pan thrower who had been attempting to block the escape path. He protectively moved the pies to his center as his back hit the ground, before scrambling to his feet. "C'mon!" He called to K'tar, before resuming his mad dash.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

At K’ton’s shout, K’tar spun on the ball of his left foot, whirling around to face the exit. Leaping forward, he swept another pie from the counter and into the shirt-bag. Two people lunged toward him, forcing him to dodge sideways and slam himself into the counter. He whistled, calling Altahyr to depart the room, but the whistle was cut short by a blow to the back of the head from a rolling-pin.

K’tar yelped, dodging the next strike and running out the door. Unfortunately, pursuit didn’t stop there. K’tar didn’t need to look back, he could hear the heavy footsteps of enraged pursuers, practically feel their breath as he darted out into the WeyrBowl behind K’ton.

“Keep going!” he called out, racing towards the jungle. With any luck, the pursuit would turn back there, enabling him and K’ton to slip back into the Weyr proper after eating their pies.

[Breeze]

K'ton picked up his pace, glancing briefly behind them to look at their pursuers. Well, this wasn't exactly the best. He huffed out a breath, noticing that their path was taking the towards the Jungle. I will meet you there for my pies. Bryath chimed in his mind, amusement evident. Don't get caught, lose them, and then go to that pleasant little clearing. K'ton's grin widened, breaching the line of trees that marked the beginning of the jungle. The sound of pursuit behind them gradually lessened, either muffled by the sound of foliage or due to the fact that they had lost their pursuers, the reason wasn't quite clear.

K'ton slowed gradually, allocating himself, jumping as the bushes behind him rustled. He twirled on his heel to see the form of Bryath emerge. "Your pies, as promised m'lady," K'ton bowed with a grin to the dragon. She snorted, reaching over and taking the shirt-bag from him, turning around and sauntering back the way she came. "C'mon, the princess has spoken, this location isn't good enough for pie eating." He scoffed, racing a hand through his hair and darting after the dragon.

I told you the clearing anyways. Bryath snorted, twitching her tail. Not in a random location. You could be a little bit quieter when you run as well, they could've just as easily followed you here. They might even still be following. She settled down, resting the bag between her crossed forelegs and her body in the center of the small clearing that the bushes had lead to, before fixing her gaze on K'tar and cocking her head to the side. How many pies did you get?

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Tree. Dodge.

Log. Jump.

Underbrush. Jump. Land. Run. Jump again.

Trees. Weave between.

Underbrush. Crash through.

Underbrush. Jump.

K’tar ran on, his mind focused solely on continuing to move forward, away from pursuit. K’ton started to slow, and K’tar was several strides (and one log jump) past the other youth before he realized that he could no longer hear pursuit. Glancing back, he saw Bryath standing behind K’ton, holding his shirt-bag in her mouth.

What the…

“C'mon, the princess has spoken, this location isn't good enough for pie eating.” K’ton scoffed, racing a hand through his hair and following Bryath

Shrugging, K’tar followed them, Altahyr trailing along behind. They stopped not much later, in a small clearing. Bryath was laying down in the center of it.

“Eight or nine,” he answered, setting the shirt-bag down beside him as he flopped to the ground.

Altahyr promptly came and made it ‘seven or eight’, dragging away one of the pies from the top of the small heap.

“How many did you get, K’ton?” he asked, turning his attention to his friend, rather than his friend’s dragon.

[Breeze]

Likewise, Bryath chose to ignore the pair once more, focusing instead on how to get the pies out of the shirt without tearing the shirt apart, although it did already have a rip from her and K'ton's fall earlier, thanks to her claws.

"Only five, getting hit with the pan startled me, it's been a while since that happened," K'ton laughed lightly, rubbing his shoulder and wincing. "However, I'll probably only manage to actually get one of them."

He glanced briefly around, before flopping onto a fallen log, watching Altahyr with a raised eyebrow. "And it looks like you're not eating all of yours either." He looked like he was about to say more before there was the sound of tearing fabric and a satisfactory hum from Bryath. "Bryath! Why in Faranth's name did you do that for!?" He shot to his feet.

I thought you needed a sleeveless shirt. Bryath teased briefly, before focusing on consuming the pies. 

"Oh you did, did you?" K'ton grumbled, marching over and picking up the ruined shirt, as well as two of the pies, before returning to his log, tugging the torn garment over his head. "When did you think it would be safe to return?"

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

As if he knew he was being discussed, Altahyr looked up and wagged his tail before returning to his pie. With a silent laugh, K’tar tossed the canine another pie as he pulled the pies out of the shirt. There were six left, so his original total retrieved must have been eight. Picking one up and tossing it from hand to hand a couple times to cool it, K’tar shrugged.

“Probably in no more than an hour, if we walk around to the beach and then back in from there.” K’tar took a bite of his pie and leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him. “The greatest danger might be in waiting too long, since once they finish their morning tasks they might have someone watch for us.”

K’tar took another bite of pie. This time, some of it nearly spilled over his chin, forcing him to jerk his head back so that it fell back into his mouth. He grinned at K’ton, and tossed the other boy one of his pies. Pies were best when shared, everybody knew that.

((I'm plumb out of ideas for this one, what about you?))

[Breeze]

K'ton grinned his thanks, catching the pie and leaning against the tree that was behind his log. "Less than an hour it is then," He took a bite. It had been worth all the slight injuries to get the pies. "I didn't think about the fact that people might be waiting for us to get back," He admitted, taking another bite, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

Of course they would be waiting, Bryath chided, eyeing the pies that K'ton had, having already finished those that he had given her. Are you going to eat those?

"Yes I am going to eat these," K'ton scoffed at the dragon. "If you eat anymore you'll start to look like a chubby watchwher."

That remark is completely untrue, Bryath stuck her nose in the air, rising to her feet. I am going back to the Weyr, you can apologize when you get back. She turned, bouncing off into the forest with her head still held high.

"We should probably head back," K'ton stood regretfully, although a trace of a smile still tugged the corners of his mouth up. "We should do something like this again sometime though."

((Yeah, I'm completely out as well.))