"Ah, I'm off again," Tytula said, yawning. "See you, Kody. Whoa, slow down there!"
Perturmiles came charging up to say goodbye to Tytula, followed by Criso'la. The albino was much smaller than his green friend, even though Cris was now fully grown.
"Goodbye to you, too," Tytula laughed as the two Drakkins leapt up to lick her face. "Who knows," she said gently, stroking their necks. "You might have a new little hatchling to befriend."
Perturmiles sighed slightly, and nipped Tytula's finger.
He think you crazy, Criso'la said to Tytula. Why you want so much Drakkins?
"Because," Tytula replied, "I loved raising you and I really want to give the other Drakkin a good home."
Oh, Criso'la said thoughtfully. Make much sense. Ok. Bye, Ty.
"Bye, guys," Tytula called, waving to Kody as she stepped out of her chamber.
* * *
"Whadaya want?" grunted the guard. It was the same guard Tytua had seen the other two times she had come to Rileikoul. This time, the man had a bit of a hangover.
"I've come to see Tolethven," Tytula replied. "Can you tell me where I'd find him?"
"Nutcase," the guard muttered. "Two lefts, right, go straight 'till ya reach the big brown house. That's him."
Tytula nodded, and jogged through the gates to the Drow city.
After a long and grueling run, and getting lost twice, Tytula finally made it to the 'big brown house' the guard had spoken of. It was brown, with insets of crystal around the door. The shingles on the roof looked suspiciously like gold.
Tytula knocked on the glass door, and waited patiently, listening to cries of "I'm coming! Don't leave! As-ny, git -"
The door swung open, revealing a grizzled man. He looked about 40, and his grey/white hair was short and bushy. He had a thick beard, and glimmering black eyes. He wore a navy blue tunic and pant set with a gold belt. Tytula recognized a Lesthpoldian DragonStone she had given to Dwahro on a pendant around the man's neck.
"Yah?" the man asked with a thick accent.. "I'm Tolethven. What's yer business?"
"Uh," Tytula said nervously, "I'm Tytula. I've come to purchase one of your hatchlings...."
"Oy, please, come in!" Tolethven boomed, gesturing toward a cozy-looking living room. Tytula, relaxing slightly, walked in and sank into one of the chairs.
"Oh!" she squealed, immediately jumping up. A loud flatulence noise rang throughout the room. "What the -"
Tolethven boomed with laughter, pulling a deflated Whoopee Cushion out from under the chair seat. Tytula stared for a moment, and then began to giggle too.
"That was great!" Tolethven cried, plopping down onto the cream-colored couch across from Tytula. The buyer sat cautiously back down into her seat.
"Soh, what's yer name?" Tolethven asked exhuberently, leaning forward to listen.
"Tytula," she replied, smiling. "You have a clutch open, eh?"
Tolethven leaned back, and nodded. "Aye, that I do. One of three's already been purchased, so there're two more. But, as is customary, I've got ter show ya to the clutchmother. Here, c'mere Cha-kinale!"
A sprightly purple came bounding into the room at Tolethven's call. She delicately sniffed Tytula's hand, and then her feet. Trotting over to Tolethven, Cha-kinale laid her head in his lap.
"Cha think's yer good," Tolethven laughed, "an' so der I. Ah, look, 'ere's As-ny!"
An elegant male Albino slipped into the room, its red eyes staring straight into Tytula's.
Hello, Tytula, As-ny said. I've been listening to your conversation, and I welcome you to our home.
"Wow," Tytula said in awe. "I have an albino, too, but he's nowhere near as intelligent as As-ny here is!"
"Yeh've got more Drakkins?" Tolethven asked curiously.
"Yes," Tytula said. "I have a green named Perturmiles and an albino named Criso'la. They're both males."
"Aye," Tolethven said. "Yeh must have somethin' nice set up for 'em."
"Yes," said Tytula. "It's a pitch black cavern. That's where they are, anyway. I also have a few training rooms. That's where Per and I go to train."
"That's great," Tolethven replied, interested. "So yeh've got two, one from Dwahro and one from Inrahi?
"Yes."
"That's impressive," the breeder said, scratching Cha-kinale's neck. "If Inrahi's deemed ya worthy, yeh've got something goin' for ya. Let's see yeh're offering, then."
Tytula took the burlap sack off of the floor, and emptied the contents onto the floor. See the offering here. A look of delight spread across the breeder's face as he laid eyes upon all the practical joke supplies and funny things before him. He also noted a large amount of supplies for the Drow and the Drakkin.
Tolethven's delight only increased as Tytula showed him how each item worked.
"Use this on Inrahi for me, will you?" Tytula asked slyly as she slipped the Vanishing Dress on over her robes. The man nodded eagerly as the gown dissapeared to all but Tytula, its wearer.
After Tolethven has sufficiently admired all of the trinkets Tytula had brought, he decided to get the information he needed to give her her Drakkin.
"And, ah, what color would yeh be lookin' for?" the breeder asked her.
"Hmm," Tytula said thoughtfully. "I suppose I'll ask for a blue. But, if it comes up, I'd love to have a purple. I love the albinos too...oh, I can't decide! Any one of those three."
"And what gendah?"
"Well," Tytula began, "I suppose I'll probably get a male, of course, and I'll take it! But it'd be so wonderful to have a female. This is the last Drakkin I could sensibly purchase, you know, and it's my last chance to get a female."
"Gotcha," Tolethven said. "I love yer offering, but if there's a female, I'm keepin' it."
Tytula nodded, and grinned. "Anything else?"
"Well, I already asked yeh about yer home fer yer Drakkins," Tolethven said thoughtfully, "so, nope." He extended his hand.
Tytula reached out to shake it, and stopped. She narrowed her eyes at the breeder, and took his hand.
"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!" Tytula nodded, and Tolethven collapsed into hysterics. He showed Tytula the buzzer in his hand, and the girl couldn't help but grin.
"I look foreward to seein yeh again, eh?" Tolethven said as Tytula walked out the door.
"Hopefully, I will see you again!" Tytula replied, laughing.
"Take care now!" Tolethven called, watching as Tytula fell over the trip wire set up on the road in front of his house. He laughed as he closed his door. Tytula rose, rolling her eyes, and began the journey back to Dracogrex.
