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Tathy 16
"We have a lot of snaptrotter and janarim, both have burgeoning breeding programs, Snaptrotters happen to be my Dad's pet project. He has the main breeding male a bull called Myr who has been with him for a very long time." He decided right then and there that his lady friend would get an egg from one of the litters, he might as well get one too. She deserved to have a big toothy critter that could ward off silly bandits who had no business messing with her. She was a gem in the rough and deserved only the very best. She had enough injury and grief that was taking too long to heal, he would be going crazy too if he had been cosseted up in the healers hut for too long.
"Never fear I will trot out the trotters for you they will love meeting a new face."

Tathy 17
His breath caught at the sound, how peculiar, perhaps it was because it was such a good imitation and working with beasts his whole life he understood what she meant. Hmmmm, was this what mom and dad had warned him of? Not that Dad had fought very hard against it and if anything he was in fact his father’s son.
“Ahem, not long now it is a bit of a walk but all flat so we can take our time. I woulnt want you to strain the injury you have been so patient trying to heal, but I fo think it will go faster in a more organic family type setting and legend has it that Grandmas tea cures more than feelings.”

Tathy 18
“It was stuffy, no-one in my family would have been able to handle that for very long. “Apparently everyone returns home at some point except me, I never really left. So I expect my travelling is coming up at some point in the future. It might be fun to see new places but my hives are still young and need their caretaker.” He smiled fondly thinking of the bees. They were his close friend and he could always find them helping their Grandma in the garden. That was where he and they were happy. Plus the ranch had everything in a beautiful setting. “You do what you feel is right for you.”

Tathy 19
She was so warm and beautiful and leaning into him and he thought he was the luckiest person ever to be here with her right then. There was no where else he woudl rather be. He had never been able to stop thinking about her with her fiery orange hair, trapped basically in that healer's complex that was boring even to look at. How was she supposed to get the fighting spirit to get better if her surroundings were so uninspiring. "We should be proud of our scars, they mean we survived." He turned his back to her and dropped his robe. "We uh stole a chiavi when we were not very big, i felt and the hook scraped my back. I fell into hay but I still have the scar." It was silvery with age now but it went from left shoulder to right hip down his back and would have hurt when it was done.

Tathy 20
“I was small and flexible still, the wound looked a lot bigger on a small body. I didnt even get my bum paddled as they figured the wound had hurt quite more than any lesson they would be giving. I sure deserved it though.” He grinned unrepentant. “I still like flying.”
He shivered at her touch she was tickling him just a bit. Though her touch was delicate and gentle her fingers cool. Brrrr. He flicked his lily covered shirt up again. “Scars remind us who we are in this case this one reminds me to use a saddle.” That was the only lesson he snickered.