Wyrm Diaries
Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 3:48:42 pmSo I had two of my wyrms ride on my shoulder during different days of Texas Furry Fiesta this year. This is their tales.
Tale from Reth:
My handler said she was taking me with her to the convention. I was excited until I realized it meant riding in her car. I don't like cars, since my handler has been watching something called "Canada's Worst Drivers" on her computer and I have been watching too from my perch. After what turned out to be a very calm car ride on her shoulder, we get to the convention. I have never seen that many humans in one place and I am pretty sure I never want to do again. My handler is the same way, she seems to not like lots of humans around. (Note-I don't, I hate crowds and find them extremely stressful...particularly when I don't have a horse around) Her mate went to talk to a bunch of artists. She found a comparatively quiet spot and she sits and puts fabric on a dragon. The few humans around were nice but I think my handler was talking about things they didn't understand. I didn't understand how they don't. I asked my handler about it later and she explained that most humans haven't learned history like she has. I know she likes history, she plays books about it and watches thing on her computer about it. She even has songs about it. She particularly like history about war. She told me once it is a good thing to study if you want to both understand history and how to think about how to solve problems with least amount of stress for yourself.
Then we went looking for her mate, who was sitting next to a door. On the other side of the door was a quiet room. Across from him was a door to a very loud room. He said that was where the Rave was going on. How can anyone be in that room and not screaming in pain. It was making every little bit of my body rattle in a horrible way. I started to whimper so my handler took me off her shoulder and covered my ears with her hands to try to protect my ears from the horrible noises. We were both so glad to get out of that place. After another human came to take her mate's spot watching the door, we left. That was when things got really scary. Her mate wanted to go get food and she wanted to go get milk. This meant more time in the car. She put me back on her shoulder so I would be safe while she was driving. How don't these cars kill more people. These roads are crazy. (Addison/Dallas traffic and drivers are a special sort of crazy, particularly at night) I now understand why she makes jokes about wishing she was driving a tank. I wish she had been driving one. We finally get back to the place we have been staying. I squirm down from my handler's shoulder and was just about to climb back into the box we all have been traveling it when she picks me up, pets me and cuddles me a bit. She tells me that it will be alright, we will be going home tomorrow where things won't be so crazy. She knew I had been scared. After much cuddling and getting pet by my handler, I fall asleep in her hand. I am pretty sure she put me back in the travel box since that is where I woke up the next morning.
Old Sorel
My handler put me on her shoulder, to take me to the convention. I am very excited. Reth had told us about the convention and it sounds like fun. Reth doesn't like people and excitement but I like exciting things. When we get there, we go to a place calle Dealer's Den. It was much too hot. My handler talked to lots of people and got art ordered. She was talking to one human about a project they call a Tarot deck when she suddenly says she has to go. I think the heat was making her sick. I know it does that to her sometimes at work. (Old Sorel and the other wyrms from the charity auction have come to work with me multiple times in their carrying box and kept me company during the night) She rushed out and has to sit down. While she is trying to feel better, I spot another wyrm, a little blue hybrid.(http://twilightdays.org/wyrmwiki/index.php/Loki) I told my handler and she looked up and saw the wyrm and its human. They talked about various things, including wyrms. She finally decided she is feeling better and decided to go find her mate. Once we found him, they talked about things and then she talked to another human about volunteering. She then got sent to help with a tea party. Once we got to the room, there is a bit of lifting and moving of things but that seems to be done mostly by the males. My handler really shouldn't be lifting things but she doesn't always do what she is told. Then she helped with the actual tea party. There she can really help, no lifting heavy things but lots of little things to organize. After it became clear that the human female in charge didn't bring enough water for the tea party, she asked my handler if she wanted to be staff for twenty minutes and go get water from the Con Suite. My handler said yes, took the red staff vest and so began the biggest adventure of the convention. We went from the nice, bright convention area to a place that was very uncomfortable. My handler told me this was the first time she seen the back end of a hotel. We followed a slightly confused looking male to something my handler called a service elevator. It is a strange metal box. My handler was pushing a cart that had fabric all over it that was nothing but trouble. My handler decidedto get rid of the thing. Once we get up to the con suite, a nice human male helped my handler get the water we need. Once we had all the water we needed, we headed back to the elevator. This was when things got a bit interesting. Neither my handler nor I could figure out which floor we were headed to, the buttons weren't labeled very logically. My handler guessed wrong and we ended up on the wrong floor. My handler figured that out the minute the door opened and she got us back to the right floor without any more fuss. (I think we ended up in the hotel laundry floor as I smelled a huge amount of bleach when the door opened) When we get back to the tea party room, the human female in charge was very happy to see us. My handler gave her back the red staff vest. After a little bit longer, my handler told the person in charge that she needed to go to the art show so the staff member signed my handler's paper and we headed to the art show. We were supposed to pick up four pieces of art but some sort of crazy mix up led to only getting three. My handler was upset. She had had a very bad days at work so something going wrong made her upset. She took the art over to her mate to keep safe and then we went back to the art show to help them break the art show area down...or that is at least what they called it. It turned out to be breaking things. Once all the art was off the walls, the displays had to come down. Before we got to start breaking things, my handler got a nice surprise, someone gave her a piece of art since they didn't want to have to worry about taking it home. Art is hard to transport I guess. My handler said it was a very pretty piece and she was surprised it hadn't sold. The human asked if she wanted it, my handler said no since she had no cash to take care of money. The artist said that was okay and gave it to my handler. My handler was surprised and happy. It was good to see her happy after the nasty little surprised about the one piece of art she had thought that her mate had laid claimed to but had been sold to another person. Then came the fun part. We had help from three male humans. This time, my handler didn't let the males do all the heavy lifting, she did lots of breaking things. When we and the males went to break down the biggest display piece, it did't come apart the way it should have. My handler would smack one piece with a rubber mallet and another would fall down. No one could figure out what was going on. So my handler said that from then on, they would take apart the troublesome bits first and then take the main part apart. The males followed her lead and there were no more odd surprises. Then we had to make the pipe bits into to smaller pipe bits, the long straight pipes and the things my handler called pipe fittings. Lots of breaking of things and collecting of small bits follows. After that, my handler meets up with her mate and they head back out to her car. I ask my handler if I could stay with the others in the traveling box. I was very tired from the excitement of seeing new things. I hope I get to go to another convention soon.
Tale from Reth:
My handler said she was taking me with her to the convention. I was excited until I realized it meant riding in her car. I don't like cars, since my handler has been watching something called "Canada's Worst Drivers" on her computer and I have been watching too from my perch. After what turned out to be a very calm car ride on her shoulder, we get to the convention. I have never seen that many humans in one place and I am pretty sure I never want to do again. My handler is the same way, she seems to not like lots of humans around. (Note-I don't, I hate crowds and find them extremely stressful...particularly when I don't have a horse around) Her mate went to talk to a bunch of artists. She found a comparatively quiet spot and she sits and puts fabric on a dragon. The few humans around were nice but I think my handler was talking about things they didn't understand. I didn't understand how they don't. I asked my handler about it later and she explained that most humans haven't learned history like she has. I know she likes history, she plays books about it and watches thing on her computer about it. She even has songs about it. She particularly like history about war. She told me once it is a good thing to study if you want to both understand history and how to think about how to solve problems with least amount of stress for yourself.
Then we went looking for her mate, who was sitting next to a door. On the other side of the door was a quiet room. Across from him was a door to a very loud room. He said that was where the Rave was going on. How can anyone be in that room and not screaming in pain. It was making every little bit of my body rattle in a horrible way. I started to whimper so my handler took me off her shoulder and covered my ears with her hands to try to protect my ears from the horrible noises. We were both so glad to get out of that place. After another human came to take her mate's spot watching the door, we left. That was when things got really scary. Her mate wanted to go get food and she wanted to go get milk. This meant more time in the car. She put me back on her shoulder so I would be safe while she was driving. How don't these cars kill more people. These roads are crazy. (Addison/Dallas traffic and drivers are a special sort of crazy, particularly at night) I now understand why she makes jokes about wishing she was driving a tank. I wish she had been driving one. We finally get back to the place we have been staying. I squirm down from my handler's shoulder and was just about to climb back into the box we all have been traveling it when she picks me up, pets me and cuddles me a bit. She tells me that it will be alright, we will be going home tomorrow where things won't be so crazy. She knew I had been scared. After much cuddling and getting pet by my handler, I fall asleep in her hand. I am pretty sure she put me back in the travel box since that is where I woke up the next morning.
Old Sorel
My handler put me on her shoulder, to take me to the convention. I am very excited. Reth had told us about the convention and it sounds like fun. Reth doesn't like people and excitement but I like exciting things. When we get there, we go to a place calle Dealer's Den. It was much too hot. My handler talked to lots of people and got art ordered. She was talking to one human about a project they call a Tarot deck when she suddenly says she has to go. I think the heat was making her sick. I know it does that to her sometimes at work. (Old Sorel and the other wyrms from the charity auction have come to work with me multiple times in their carrying box and kept me company during the night) She rushed out and has to sit down. While she is trying to feel better, I spot another wyrm, a little blue hybrid.(http://twilightdays.org/wyrmwiki/index.php/Loki) I told my handler and she looked up and saw the wyrm and its human. They talked about various things, including wyrms. She finally decided she is feeling better and decided to go find her mate. Once we found him, they talked about things and then she talked to another human about volunteering. She then got sent to help with a tea party. Once we got to the room, there is a bit of lifting and moving of things but that seems to be done mostly by the males. My handler really shouldn't be lifting things but she doesn't always do what she is told. Then she helped with the actual tea party. There she can really help, no lifting heavy things but lots of little things to organize. After it became clear that the human female in charge didn't bring enough water for the tea party, she asked my handler if she wanted to be staff for twenty minutes and go get water from the Con Suite. My handler said yes, took the red staff vest and so began the biggest adventure of the convention. We went from the nice, bright convention area to a place that was very uncomfortable. My handler told me this was the first time she seen the back end of a hotel. We followed a slightly confused looking male to something my handler called a service elevator. It is a strange metal box. My handler was pushing a cart that had fabric all over it that was nothing but trouble. My handler decidedto get rid of the thing. Once we get up to the con suite, a nice human male helped my handler get the water we need. Once we had all the water we needed, we headed back to the elevator. This was when things got a bit interesting. Neither my handler nor I could figure out which floor we were headed to, the buttons weren't labeled very logically. My handler guessed wrong and we ended up on the wrong floor. My handler figured that out the minute the door opened and she got us back to the right floor without any more fuss. (I think we ended up in the hotel laundry floor as I smelled a huge amount of bleach when the door opened) When we get back to the tea party room, the human female in charge was very happy to see us. My handler gave her back the red staff vest. After a little bit longer, my handler told the person in charge that she needed to go to the art show so the staff member signed my handler's paper and we headed to the art show. We were supposed to pick up four pieces of art but some sort of crazy mix up led to only getting three. My handler was upset. She had had a very bad days at work so something going wrong made her upset. She took the art over to her mate to keep safe and then we went back to the art show to help them break the art show area down...or that is at least what they called it. It turned out to be breaking things. Once all the art was off the walls, the displays had to come down. Before we got to start breaking things, my handler got a nice surprise, someone gave her a piece of art since they didn't want to have to worry about taking it home. Art is hard to transport I guess. My handler said it was a very pretty piece and she was surprised it hadn't sold. The human asked if she wanted it, my handler said no since she had no cash to take care of money. The artist said that was okay and gave it to my handler. My handler was surprised and happy. It was good to see her happy after the nasty little surprised about the one piece of art she had thought that her mate had laid claimed to but had been sold to another person. Then came the fun part. We had help from three male humans. This time, my handler didn't let the males do all the heavy lifting, she did lots of breaking things. When we and the males went to break down the biggest display piece, it did't come apart the way it should have. My handler would smack one piece with a rubber mallet and another would fall down. No one could figure out what was going on. So my handler said that from then on, they would take apart the troublesome bits first and then take the main part apart. The males followed her lead and there were no more odd surprises. Then we had to make the pipe bits into to smaller pipe bits, the long straight pipes and the things my handler called pipe fittings. Lots of breaking of things and collecting of small bits follows. After that, my handler meets up with her mate and they head back out to her car. I ask my handler if I could stay with the others in the traveling box. I was very tired from the excitement of seeing new things. I hope I get to go to another convention soon.