[Jendalie]

Pikelet

Owner: AnneSophie
Gender: Male
Breedable When Grown: Yes
Type: Baby Flapjack Rune

"It Sat on a Stack of Jacks"

I almost didn't see this little thing one morning as I sat down to a large stack of homemade flapjacks. It was munching away on my breakfast, a large grin plastered on it's face. Now I know how my sister feels about the tea leaf Rune. It noticed me and we stared at each other for a few moments. It maintained eye contact while it slowly opened its mouth and took another large bite out of the flat cake. The little rat. I reached over to pick it up and it growled at me! After a few minutes the chubby little baby Rune had polished off my breakfast and was sitting on my plate trying not to fall asleep. I reached over to try and get a hold of it again and to my surprise it met me half way and rubbed against my hand. I pampered the little thing for a while and quite forgot that it had just stolen my flapjacks. Until my stomach reminded me I was hungry that is.

The Flapjack Runes diet consists of grains, its favorite being sweet flat cakes known in Eldemore as Flapjacks. They have very even temperaments but are quite lazy. They do not like to be disturbed once they begin a meal. Their plumage is golden and very plain. Though they do take pride in their large feathered heads. Their wings are small and only allow for flights of short distances. They are one of the more domesticated breeds of Rune Dragons.

Congratulations AnneSophie!

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I need to edit those blasted pancake lines. Apparently, I cannot draw flapjacks. >.<

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[ege]

Aww, so cute! ^-^

[ραяαησямαℓ єηтιтιєѕ]

OMGOMGO GCUTECUTE if i dont win the first frost rune, im spo trying out!

[Sullivan Maurus]

Owner Name:
Amxen no.XV

:Amxen and Rin:
Im Amxen Falark,and this is my sister Rinkumay Falark.We are both Rune Bearers Amxen no.XV made.

Name:
Buttermilk
Gender:
Male
Personality:

:No Touchy:
No touchy my Flapjacks!!They are MY Flapjacks!Wait,you want to know about my personality?Well,why didnt you say so!Im Buttermilk,the selfish Flapjack Rune.My plate,my rules.I may be a pipsquike,but I bit that big bully Neoark on his nose!So Im small,cute and funny,but Im feirce too.Om nom nom,my Flapjacks!You dont put syrup on MY Flapjacks because syrup is yucky and sticky!No syrup!!

Ummm,okay then.So,thats basecly his personality.Thats all he would tell me about himself.I think he has a sweet side too.
Why Do You Wish To Have Him:
I love Flapjacks.Im always looking for Runs that remind me of myself.This Rune likes Flapjacks,so do I.He defends his meal,like I do.Just perfect in every way.
Where Will You Keep Him:
In my sig...far away from Neoark.
Would You Like To Breed Him In The Future:
Yes
Any Quirks:
He HATES Maple Syrup.I have no idea why,but he hates it.He is always stealing Neoark's Flapjacks,and bitting Neoark's nose.Rin adores the baby Rune and always gives him a Flapjack so Neoark dosent get mad at him.Of course,Buttermilk will steel Neoark's Flapjacks anyway.Buttermilk has also taken one of my plates and is keeping it all to himself.
Other:
:The Day The Flapjacks Went Missing:
As the sun shined through the window,Amxen was making Flapjacks for Neoark and Rin.There was a knock on the door,and Amxen whent to see who it was.It was a older man who was wearing torn cloaths.Amxen looked at him. "Can...I help you sir?" The man shook his head and handed Amxen a paper. "There is someone going around steeling Flapjacks.I just thought you should know,miss." Amxen looked at the paper and nodded. "Okay,I'll keep my eyes open.Thank--" Amxen cut herself off when she saw that the man had left.Amxen went back inside to see that the Flapjacks were gone.She stared at the plate,were a small Rune was sleeping.Amxen tip-toed up stairs and got Rin and Neoark.All three of them ran downstairs.Neoark stared at the Rune on the plate and flew over to it.The baby Rune woke up and growled at him. 'My plate!Nooooo touchy!' Neoark touched the plate with his tail.He giggled and the Rune jumped onto him and bit his nose.Neoark yelped. 'Get of my you little punk!' Rin ran over to the Runes and picked up the baby one.The Rune licked her face. 'That Rune was crunchy.' The baby Rune said,still licking Rin's face.Rin giggled. "This Rune is cute!Can I keep him?" Amxen sighed. "Sure,whatever." Rin screamed. "Yay!I'll call him Buttermilk!" That morning,Buttermilk ran around stealing Flapjacks from other people.It was truly 'The day the Flapjacks went missing'.
:No Put Syup On My Plate:
Amxen turned to Neoark and put her finger over her lips. "Shhhh.You'll scare the turkey." Neoark nodded and tried to keep quiet.Amxen was watching a very large turkey from behind a tree.Dinner,she thought to herself.She took out a knive and signaled for Neoark to fly in and attack.He did as he was told and scared the turkey tward Amxen.Amxen got it right across the neck with her blade.She picked up the large bird and walked home with Neoark.When they walked through the door,Amxen yelled. "Rin!Buttermilk!Get down here!" Rin came running downstairs with Buttermilk on her shoulder.Rin stared at the dead turkry on the floor. "What is that?" She asked Amxen. "Dinner." Amxen said back.
WIP

[Flowerdust]

man I may have to try out for this cutey

[Sarill]

Flapjack Rune

Owner Name:
Sarill

Name:
Zuca
Reasoning: I wanted a sweet-sounding name so I took azucar, sugar in Spanish, and played around with it a bit. I eventually settled on Zuca.

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Zuca is a study of opposites. Usually he is bright and cheerful, lightening up any room. He is a very young rune, even for a baby. As such, he eats and sleeps a tremendous amount. It is not uncommon to find the baby rune curled up in a corner, snoozing. He attacks his food with vigour, and you do not want to see him hungry. When Zuca gets hungry, it is not a pretty sight. This is the flipside of his personality. Zuca will raise heck if he does not get food when he wants it. His shrill, piercing cries are able to wake anyone from sleep, and bring everyone around him running if need be. Because he is so young he eats an amazing amount. If pancakes, his favourite delicacy, are set before him, watch out. He will eat more than his own weight in pancakes, attacking the fluffy cakes voraciously. Most of the time however, Zuca is a good-tempered rune, playful and cheery. He will light up any room that he is in with his energy and cheer, before falling asleep in the middle of the table.

Why do you wish to have him/her:
This rune is simply stunning. His light golden color, combined with his fluffy body, make him purely adorable! I wasn’t quite sure in the beginning if I liked the idea of a more domesticated rune, but this little guy lodged himself into my thoughts and stayed there. He is incredibly fun to draw, and I love this little cutie!

Where will you keep him/her:
Everywhere! He will reside in my sig, and in my artwork, and in stories, and anywhere else I can think to put him.

Would you like to breed him/her in the future:
Yes

Any Quirks:
Zuca, in addition to his love of pancakes, has several other funny quirks. He falls asleep, randomly and frequently, in the middle of conversations or activities. On long walks that my runes and I frequently take he will curl up on my head and pass out. The only time that he is not liable to fall asleep is when he is eating. He loves pancakes, as his type is known for and his favourite type is plain pancakes, doused with syrup and sprinkled with strawberries.

Other:


It was a pretty normal day when Zuca entered into my life. Lila, Deo and I were headed out on a walk, revelling in the crisp fall air, a snap in the breeze indicating the swift approach of winter. My steps crunched with every footfall, the carpet of dry leaves coating the earth. My runes and I walked for a bit, enjoying the nature around us.

Suddenly Lila went rigid, almost falling off of my shoulder. “What is it girl?” I asked as she let out a piercing shriek, launching herself off of my shoulder and flying furiously to Deoradhan. She chattered at him for a couple of second before flying off into the thick curtain of branches, striped of their leaves.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Deo just as the little fez rune grabbed my hand in his claws and started pulling me after him. I stumbled along, tripping over tree roots and kicking up clumps of dried-up leaves. “Deo, where are we going?” The rune let out an annoyed peep and only pulled me faster as I struggled to keep up.

The two of us slammed to a halt as I caught a glimpse of Lila’s purple form huddled on the ground, wing spread out over another form. I knelt down next to her and peered at the small rune besides her.

“Hello,” I told the rune, gently gathering him up in my hands. The rune was a soft golden color, with tiny wings that didn’t seem as if they could support him in flight.

The ball of fluff shivered, blinking open wide, amber eyes. Only as big as my fist, I cradled him to my chest, trying to warm him with my own body heat. “How did you know he was here?” I asked Lila who was once again comfortably settled on my shoulder. She just looked back at me evenly before reaching over to nuzzle my cheek. “Yes, I love you too,” I told her as I started back to my cottage. Deo let out an indignant peep from my other shoulder. “I love you too, Deo, you know that,” I told him gently, reaching up a hand to scratch his head. “Even if I don’t know how you two do what you do half of the time.”

By the time we reached the cottage the little rune was awake and lively, his shivering had all but ceased, and I had decided to name him Zuca.

“Are you guys hungry?” I asked my runes, bracing myself for the chorus of agreeable that I anticipated when I asked the question. “How do flapjacks sound to you guys?” I got another chorus of approval, and set about making the fluffy cakes. I piled a huge stack in the middle of the table, giving each rune and human a plate. I plopped down a bottle of syrup on the wooden table, grabbing a couple of flapjacks for myself and taking a bite. When I looked up, the stack of flapjacks, nearly a foot tall when I set it down, was reduced to a couple inches, if that.

Deo was happily ripping his flapjacks apart, drenched with syrup. Lila was eating more daintily, taking small bites of her modest stack. And the little rune, no bigger than my fist, was attacking a stack of flapjacks easily two times as tall as he was. I stared at him in shock as he managed to eat the entire stack, soaked in syrup, in the time it would take me to eat one. He burped happily, gazed at me with his amber eyes, and fell to sleep on his plate. I looked at the little rune, fur sticky with syrup and stomach bulging with the amount of food that he had just eaten, asleep on his plate. I laughed, trying to stifle the sound at first before my mirth got the better of me.

“Runes,” I chuckled. “What can’t they do?” I glanced down at the sleeping rune once more with a grin on my face. “But life wouldn’t be nearly as fun without them!”

[Horneddragon]

Oh my goodness this is so flipping cute

[Sphye]

Well, how adorable is that! Good job, Jendalie!

[clara.anne]

Username:
AnneSophie

Name:
Pikelet

Well, I think that's his name. It's what I decided to call him anyway. When I found him, he sat there and refused to move when I called him all sorts of names. After discovering his intense fascination in flapjacks and then going through a huge list of types of pancake breakfast variations, he hopped onto my arm when I uttered the word 'Pikelet'. And so, it became his name.

Gender:
Male

He's definitely a guy... The vet checked! And anyway, when I tried to put a daisy in his head feathers he nearly bit off my fingers off as easily as he scoffs down flapjacks.

Height:

About 4 1/2 inches tall.

But he makes up for it horizontally!

Age:

He will be 7 months old on the 30th of November

Personality:

.:Stubborn:.

Pikelet is stubborn. There isn't really a simpler way to put it! He hates being bossed around. Simply refuses to do what you tell him, especially when it comes to food (breakfast and brunch in particular, unless of course you are having savory or desert pancakes). Pikelet takes orders from no one but himself and will have a mini tantrum if anyone tries to take anything from him. He is quite possessive and doesn't want anyone in his way or between him and whatever he wants at the time (usually something covered in syrup, honey and piled sky-high with bananas and berries). Try to boss Pikelet around and you'll get a flapjack in your face or very sore toes/fingers (he has sharp claws). He also refuses to do what anyone wants him to, even if he knows it's what is best too. He will not wash or tidy up or do anything like that if someone is standing in front of him with a pointing finger and stern mouth. He plays to his own tune and would (attempt to) fly away and then come back later and do the chore or thing when no one was there to see.

.:Curious:.

Pikelet is very nosy and is intrigued by everything he sees. He likes the find out about things himself and isn't afraid to check stuff out or go on adventures (not that his adventures last long as he gets too tired). He finds things very interesting and once he finds something new, he won't leave it one for hours, maybe days until he fully understands what it does. One time he found the blender and I had to pull out the plug incase he accidentally turned the switch on while he was sitting inside it and pressing his nose against the glass/standing on his head/trying to eat the rotators. Then there was the first time he saw a mirror. He spend weeks waddling into the bathroom, throwing himself at it, having blinking contests, trying to catch it out. At first he thought it was another Flapjack Rune like his brother I think. And then, eventually he worked it out. He still gives it the evils whenever he looks at it though.

.:Cheeky:.

Pikelet is one of the best trickster Rune dragons you'll ever met. If he's not squeezing golden syrup onto the bathroom floor, then he is hanging from the ceiling waiting to drop chunks of fruit or other miscellaneous objects or foods on unfortunate passersby (almost always me, which is why I now wear a helmet around the house and wear slip-proof shoes. You would do the same). Pikelet loves pranks and being funny, making humans and other rune's smile. He does sometimes go a bit over-the-too though which can cause conflict. Mostly he just wants I have fun and his cheeky curious nature helps him a lot there. He doesn't get scared which sometimes is a good thing, sometimes not, depending on what it is. He sees the world as one big game and I doubt he will really grow out of that.

.:Excitable:.

Pikelet finds anything and everything fun. He loves jumping around being a pain and getting involved. He gets over excited easily however which often results in something bad happening but that doesn't bother him. He is very resilient when it comes to that sort of thing. He thinks that the world revolves around him and that anything fun or even vaguely exciting that he is missing out of is all some sort of conspiracy against him. If you offer him flapjacks he will most likely get over it though.

.:Energetic:.

Despite his size, Pikeket is bouncy and full of life. He doesn't find his large stomach any problem to deal with and never let's it get in his way. He loves to run around and create havoc, seemingly having endless amounts of energy. He doesn't get tired until 30 minutes before his bed time and when he does, all it means is that he stops bouncing up and down and actually sits quietly. Even when he watches TV, he bobs up and down in his seat and flaps his little wings in excitement or anger depending on if he likes the cartoon characters or not. He is a little bundle of fun and always likes to he doing something.

.:Friendly:.

He loves making friends. He hates being lonely or being left by himself and if he is, he will almost always go looking for people to keep him company (or just annoy them). He isn't afraid of meeting new people and is good at getting everyone on his side (even the sourest of people). He is one of those Runes who hates for their friends not to pay them attention and so, as a result, he just makes a lot of friends and is bouncy and acts adorable in front of everyone to get noticed. However, as friendly as he is, he does understand he phrase 'personal space' and would never mean to bother anyone too much or be over-friendly. For some reason, he is attracted to shy dragons, as they are more likely to listen to him and they make closer friendships with him once they have chatted for long enough.

.:Procrastinator:.

Nothing gets done if Pikelet is meant to be doing it. He finds a way to get out of everything; he has a special knack for it. You could call him lazy but then he'd scratch you out of spite. So instead, I call him a procrastinator. I don't think he knows what that means so it works out fine. His 'laid back' attitude usually is what gets the whole kitchen covered in ingredients every second morning with a pile if delicious looking flapjacks on the bench after I've helped him. Then he just eats them all, maybe saving me one, and vanishes and leaves me to clean up the atrocious mess he made. It may be because he is young and has very small wings, but he always sleeps for hours after he has eaten. That way he can get out of little jobs etc, and wake up bright and ready to wreck havoc all over again.

.:Accident-prone:.

Pikelet is surprisingly accident prone. Perhaps it is the fact that he has a much larger ratio of stomach to wing and head. Or perhaps he just was born uncoordinated. Either way, he is always getting into trouble. He is forever falling over, tripping down the stairs, flying into windows, dropping flour or eggs, and numerous other things.

Why I wish to have him:

Well, as soon as I saw his little smile and when I first caught a glimpse of those flapjacks he was using as a throne, I wanted him so badly. He is the cutest Rune I've ever seen and I'd love to welcome him in my home as my first Rune Dragon. There was just something about him that made me want to pick him up and cuddle him! His little smile and those colours reminded me of how every sunday, my famiy and I sit around our table and eat pancakes or pikelets drenched in maple syrup and fruit salad. His personality instantly came to me and I could imagine him so clearly running around my house and raiding the pantry, eating pancakes every morning and curling up at the end of my bed after with a bulging tummy. So pretty much, it was love at first sight. I've never really felt that way about any of the Runes I have seen before. I have liked every single design I've seen but never really felt the connection I felt with this little one when I saw him. There was just something about him that instantly caught my eye and made me copy out that form and rush away to write about him. I kept imagining him doing all the things while I was writing and the more I wrote, the more I could just see him in my mind and the more I wanted him. That's why I hope to make this little one my first and possibly one of one or two Runes. I love him <3

Where I will keep him:

Well, I'll definitely make him his own little thread and write stories and make art for him. I might also order art (digital, as my traditional isn't very good) and then I can put him in my signature for all the world to see! Once I get a tablet I can draw him amazing (hopefully) digital art featuring him and his flapjacks!
And when im not talking about where I'd keep his image or his stories, I'll keep him in my bedroom, unless he escapes into the kitchen or outside, and he can sleep in a little basket or on my pillow or the end of my bed!

Would I like to breed him in the future:

He's a bit young at the moment, but when he grows up and finds that special somedragon then yes, I would probably breed him <3

Likes:

•He loves Flapjacks. No, actually... He is obsessed with flapjacks. But I suppose that's hereditary... He'll do anything for them and can eat up to 8 in one minute flat. His belly has no end and he could eat them all day if I let him, which of course, I don't because them he'd make himself sick. They are what gets him up in the morning otherwise he'd sleep in till afternoon. If there are no flapjacks he gets extremely depressed or runs away to find more.

•He likes the sun. He loves nothing more (apart from flapjacks of course) than to lie in the sun and soak in the warmth with a full belly and some music playing somewhere, before running off to play another prank.

•He adores music. He loves listening to any types (especially pop) and then dancing around, usually crashing into things as he isn't very coordinated. He likes hearing music before he sleeps and sometimes hops around on the piano, finding amusement in the clashing melodies he creates.

•Playing pranks is his full-time hobby and he loves it. He has a wide range of repertoire and is always coming up with ever more devious tricks and evil plans. They keep him busy and amused and he enjoys watching the reactions he gets after pulling another trick.

•He loves maple/golden syrup. He will refuse to eat Flapjacks if they are not drenched in the stuff. In fact, he'll even drink it on its own if he is hungry and there are no left overs from breakfast. Often, when that happens, the majority gets all over the floor and on his feathers rather than in his mouth.

•He really likes shoes. He likes curling up inside them and sleeping. I thought it was a little gross, him sleeping in old pairs of shoes so I bought a pair of new slippers. Noes he naps in then when he feels like it. Soon, I'll need to buy the next size. His waistline is increasing daily.

•He loves playing 'follow the leader'. He wanders around following whoever he can and making funny faces. Usually it just ends up being him following the other person and being annoying. But sometimes he runs in front and makes you skip or hop down the hall. It's always very amusing, either way.

Dislikes:

•He hates soda. It gets up his nose and makes him burp, sneeze and get the hiccups at the same time. He hates the fizziness and even gets angry just looking at a bottle of it.

•He doesn't like it when people hold onto his tail. If they do that, he tries to bite their fingers off. Trust me. I have experienced it before. It's slightly scary...

•He doesn't like snow. When it snows he hides under the nearest price of furniture and waits till it has stopped falling. My theory is that he fell in a mound of snow when he was young and couldn't get out and now is terrified by even the prospect of snow flakes.

•He doesn't like woolen things. His claws get stuck in the holes and he trips over. Also it itches him and makes him all sneezy. He avoids wool at all costs by running away whoever he sees a sheep or a wool jersey.

•He hates tomatoes. He's not allergic or anything, he just really really doesn't like them. If there is tomato in anything, he won't eat it and will give you a look that says 'How you you poison that wonderful food with... With... Tomato?!?!?'

A day in the life of Pikelet:

8:30: Wake up
8:32: Sleep in for another 27 minutes
8:59: Run downstairs and be careful not to land flat on face
9:00: Get out all ingredients for making Flapjacks and start mixing them as best as can
9:20: Run back up the stairs to wake Anne up
9:30: Sit and watch Anne turn the oven on and then help pour the mixture into the pan.
9:40: Set the table and try not to drop or spill anything.
9:45: Clean up the inevitable mess
10:00: Eat as many flapjacks as possible in 2 minutes and try to set the new record.
10:02: If there are spares, eat those
10:05: Run away and hide, leaving Anne to clean up.
10:15: Come out of hiding from under the sofa
10:16: Find a suitably sunny spot for a nap
1:16: Wake up again
1:17: Watch TV if anything good is on the cartoon programme (the other channels are banned)
2:15: Raid the cupboards and eat a packet of cereal for lunch or the bag of Lollies at the back if the top shelf that Anne thinks is secretly hidden
2:30: Go upstairs and sit in the bath, coming up with evil plans and pranks to play
2:35: Collect all equipment needed to pull the latest prank
3:45: Set up and wait for victim
4:00: ATTACK
4:01: Run away and hide again in a different spot (the sofa is too obvious after that morning)
5:01: Wake up from nap
5:02: Go outside and launch self off high objects in an attempt to improve wing power so that it is easier to hang from the ceiling and drop syrup and bags of flour on people's heads.
5:30: Come back in side and sit on the table making squeaking noises until Anne appears and comes to a conclusion that dinner needs to be made
5:40: Help to get out whatever ingredients are needed
6:00: Run around the house until Anne calls and says that dinner is served
6:20: EAT UNTIL IT'S ALL GONE
6:45: Sit obediently on Anne's shoulder while she jogs because she believes in exercise for some odd reason
7:15: Escape from bath time and raid the freezer instead.
7:17: Eat all remaining ice cream and then dispose of the evidence
7:30: Either sit in front of the TV and watch a movie with Anne (also know as Human/Rune bonding time) or go upstairs again and jump on Anne's bed until she gives in and reads a story out loud/puts on loud pop music
8:15: Decide where to sleep
8:17: Curl up in designated sleeping place
8:30: Sleep and rest for a new day of fun-filledness

Quirks:

1) Pikelet always arranges his flapjacks in height order on his plate. The biggest ones go at the bottom, then gradually getting smaller. If they are any other way, he refuses to eat them.

2) Whenever someone slams or opens a door, he makes a high-pitched squeaking sound. I'm not sure why, he just does. I think he thinks that he has to act as one of those door things that beeps whoever someone enters or leaves a shop.

3) Whenever he wakes up, he yawns 3 times and turns in a circle anti-clockwise before carrying on with the day. It's his little morning (or afternoon) ritual.

4) He likes to sit in the bath when he is thinking. I'm not sure if it clears his mind or if the weirdness of sitting in a bath gives him all his cheeky ideas that involve me having to clean up large and sticky messes.

5) He hates orange material and if he sees it, he will jump around and then try to attack it. It usually ends up in shreds on the floor. Which is why I have no orange clothes or curtains or towels in the house.

6) Whenever there is mash potato he has this odd habit of diving head first into it. So you'll be sitting there at the table and picking up your fork when he will launch himself into the air and the fall straight down into it, splashing potato everywhere. You have to grab him by his tail and drop him on a sink of water to clean him after but he doesn't mind and he always has this smug little smile like he has achieved something great. When Pikelet is around, you sort of learn never to make recipes with mashed potato in them.

Art:

~Short story~

As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong.
Reason 1: It was too quiet.
Reason 2: I couldn't smell that sweet, floury, buttery scent of flapjacks cooking.
I swung my kegs out of bed and hastily pulled on my clothes, dragging a brush through my honey-coloured hair and glancing at the mirror before stumbling into the hall. Leaping onto the stairs, I slid all the way down the banister and landed at the bottom before gasping out loud.
The kitchen was empty. There was flour heaped in mountains on the bench, butter splattered on the floor and syrup dripping from the tips of cupboards and the pantry doors, but the kitchen was empty. Where was he? I started rushing around, picking up bottles, bowls, lids, spoons and rummaging through cupboards. But my little rune dragon had vanished.
Then I saw the empty egg cartons and the little three-toed steps running along the bench, around the sink and then leading over the floorboards towards the back door. I could have slapped myself for being so stupid. Why hadn't I bought eggs from the shop yesterday when I had time? Now, who knew where my little baby rune dragon had run off to looking for food! I rushed towards the door which was open just ajar, dropping the wooden spoon I was holding and stepping outside.
"Pikelet!" I sighed in dismay as my eyes followed the tiny footprints down the ramp and across the path, under the gate and off into the distance. I slammed the door behind me and started jogging down the ramp, careful not to step on the syrup footsteps as I went. As I pulled the gate shut behind me, I gave an alarmed squeak. The footprints went all the way down the street where I could just see them trailing around the corner. So I began to sprint.
After I'd turned the third corner and was running down the 4th street, I noticed the syrup was fading. Then, as I neared the next turn, they vanished completely. I gasped for air and bent over, staring at the blank ground in horror. I leant against a fence and looked around hopefully. The street was deserted apart from and elderly man putting out his rubbish bin.
I breathed in deeply and it hit me.
That sugary baking smell which I was so accustomed to, now floated fast my nose, making me grin wider than I ever had before.
Where there were flapjacks, there was Pikelet.
I started off again, following the sweet aroma drifting on the breeze until I came to a stop outside a cafe tucked between two houses.
"The Blue Rose cafe." I read aloud and moved towards the door. As soon as I turned the handle, I knew what I would find.
Sure enough, there he was.
He was sitting in the middle of a table, surrounded by a dozen or more people (mostly old ladies) who were cooing and making soppy noises. He was planted on top of the biggest stack of flapjacks I'd ever seen in my life and was taking huge bites as he munched his way happily down to the next level of his pancake tower. I raised an eyebrow as he gave a little burp, toppling himself sideways slightly , his feathers puffing up, the adoring people around him giving little chuckles. I noticed the look of contented smugness on his little face and I rolled my eyes.
I moved towards the table and the people around him turned to glare at me. Almost as if he was royalty and I was interrupting his royal banquet!
"Pikelet." I said sternly. I knew he hated to be disturbed when he was feasting, usually attempting to bite my fingers off whenever I tried, but today he had gone a bit too far.
As if he had read my mind, he looked up, a bit of flapjack hanging out his mouth, feathers soaked in maple syrup. He gave a small squeak and shoved his head into his tower, ruffling up his wing feathers and flapping them as if hoping him and the whole plate could fly somewhere away from me.
"Is that little sweetie yours?" One woman asked slowly.
I turned to her, cheeks pink. "Yes. He is. And he has been very naughty. Did you all buy these for him?"
The man next to the lady nodded. "He was so hungry. You should feed him more-"
"I actually overfeed him. He never is satisfied. Now, I need to take him home now, but thank you for your kindness."
I reached into my pocket and dropped a $20 note on the table before grabbing the entire plate with Pikelet on it and flashing an embarrassed smile at Pikelet's fans.
My little rune squealed indignantly and buried his face further into the golden pancakes.
Then I ran out the door and down the street as fast as I could balancing a leaning tower of flapjacks with an annoyed rune dragon on top.
When we got back to the kitchen I put the plate on the tablet and sat down.
Pikelet popped his head out. He was covered in flapjack, syrup and goo.
I sighed as he started trying to lick the syrup between his wing feathers.
"You know what, little fella... I think it might be wash time."
Pikelet promptly fell backwards off his pile of flapjacks with a squawk. But instead of leaping off the table and rushing away to hide like he usually did when I said that word, he staggered towards me and tumbled off the edge of the table onto my lap. I looked down at him as he curled up on my lap and made his little purring noise. He blinked up at me happily and them closed his eyes, resting his head on my knee.
I reached down and stroked his feathery head, the grin slipping onto my lips before I could stop it.
Oh why did he have to be so darn cute!

~Art~

[Celestial Skies]

OH MY SWEET LORD OF PANCAKES.