Chapter 4
Twenty minutes and four Flaming Faerie Pizzas later, Taciturnitas was ready to begin her training and her trainers were gaping at how fast the Eyrie could put away food.
First order of business: How to act around other Neopians. Syphin helped her with this course. Being separated from the world her entire life did not help Tak's situation. She found it difficult, at first, to approach other creatures, expecting to be shunned. Syphin had a brainflash, and managed to get Taciturnitas into managing the Wheel of Excitement for a few hours. This really helped her social skills, as she had to greet every person who came to spin the Wheel.
Secondly, Jhalin taught her everything he knew of fighting. She was quite good at it, being a second instinct she had had to hone in her tribe for survival.
Far too quickly a week had almost come to pass. Taciturnitas was now knowledgeable in the ways of general etiquette, a slight knowledge of the history of Neopia, hand-to-hand and distance combat, and flight. At the end of the week, Syphin and Jhalin were both quite fond of the crimson Eyrie they had rescued, and each presented her with a farewell gift: Syphin, a beautiful necklace, with a pendant in the shape of an Eyrie, made of some mystic rock, for it was constantly changing colors in a mesmerizing swirl. Jhalin entrusted to her a beautifully carved dagger, made of iron with a bejeweled hilt, and sling, small with deadly aim, with a small packet of smooth rocks to go with it. Before the Eyrie had to leave, Fyora drew her aside.
"Taciturnitas, I trust you realize that you must go to Neopia Central and find an owner."
~Yes, I do, Fyora.~ Tak looked into the Faerie's lavender eyes. ~Will I see you again?~
"Count on it." Fyora smiled. Tak smiled back and walked to the edge of the cloud, staring at the tiny swirl beneath that was Neopia Central. "Good luck, dear Taciturnitas. May fortune smile on you."
The Eyrie's tail lashed back and forth, and she disappeared over the edge of the cloud. As Fyora leaned over to watch her leave, she heard a voice in her head.
~Good bye, Fyora! I can never thank you for helping me so. Take this as a token of my gratitude and to remember me by.~
Fyora looked up, and saw a shining, crimson feather floating in the air above her head.
Twenty minutes and four Flaming Faerie Pizzas later, Taciturnitas was ready to begin her training and her trainers were gaping at how fast the Eyrie could put away food.
First order of business: How to act around other Neopians. Syphin helped her with this course. Being separated from the world her entire life did not help Tak's situation. She found it difficult, at first, to approach other creatures, expecting to be shunned. Syphin had a brainflash, and managed to get Taciturnitas into managing the Wheel of Excitement for a few hours. This really helped her social skills, as she had to greet every person who came to spin the Wheel.
Secondly, Jhalin taught her everything he knew of fighting. She was quite good at it, being a second instinct she had had to hone in her tribe for survival.
Far too quickly a week had almost come to pass. Taciturnitas was now knowledgeable in the ways of general etiquette, a slight knowledge of the history of Neopia, hand-to-hand and distance combat, and flight. At the end of the week, Syphin and Jhalin were both quite fond of the crimson Eyrie they had rescued, and each presented her with a farewell gift: Syphin, a beautiful necklace, with a pendant in the shape of an Eyrie, made of some mystic rock, for it was constantly changing colors in a mesmerizing swirl. Jhalin entrusted to her a beautifully carved dagger, made of iron with a bejeweled hilt, and sling, small with deadly aim, with a small packet of smooth rocks to go with it. Before the Eyrie had to leave, Fyora drew her aside.
"Taciturnitas, I trust you realize that you must go to Neopia Central and find an owner."
~Yes, I do, Fyora.~ Tak looked into the Faerie's lavender eyes. ~Will I see you again?~
"Count on it." Fyora smiled. Tak smiled back and walked to the edge of the cloud, staring at the tiny swirl beneath that was Neopia Central. "Good luck, dear Taciturnitas. May fortune smile on you."
The Eyrie's tail lashed back and forth, and she disappeared over the edge of the cloud. As Fyora leaned over to watch her leave, she heard a voice in her head.
~Good bye, Fyora! I can never thank you for helping me so. Take this as a token of my gratitude and to remember me by.~
Fyora looked up, and saw a shining, crimson feather floating in the air above her head.