Fariyaznal

Riyaz fell from the srcum he and his three brothers were in, and rolled head over heels. He was the second youngest of all his siblings, but that didn't stop him putting up a good fight when they got going. He shook his head, and smiled cockily, before grabbing onto Mal's tail, and hauling himself back into the fight. Mal was the only one younger than him, and Riyaz always made sure that he knew that, though he was never so bad that it could be seen as bullying; more of mild teasing.

Flailing around at his three other brothers, he managed to land on top of Lenya, with Tir's ear in his mouth, when they were all suddenly nocked over by the larger form of their sister, Nin. She was the eldest, and so she was the Alpha Heir of the Aryatl tribe. Riyaz was a little jealous of that, but ah well. Not having to be the Alpha in the future would mean he'd have less responsability. She'd probably do a better job of running the tribe than he would. Eventually, she had managed to tire them all out, and was sitting triumphantly in the middle of them.

"S'not fair, Nin!" Riyaz started to complain as he sat up off of the floor, "You're bigger than all of us!" She laughed, and pushed him playfully back down, "Yes, but there are more of you than there are of me!" He nipped at her hand, rolling over from his back, and proceeded to stand up again.

"Well maybe if you weren't so fat, it'ud be easier for us to beat you!" he teased, poking his tounge out at her, and running before she had a chance to say anything back. Looking behind him the whole time, he didn't pay attention to where he was going, and crashed straight into the legs of Xaotl. He yelped in shock, and fell backwards, and sat looking up, as Xaotl laughed and picked him up, "And where are you off to in such a hurry?" Riyaz grinned at him cheekily. He was still quite a young Bemy, only around 7, bu his Uncle Xaotl, the Death Shaman, was his favorite person in the world. He always had amazing stories he could tell about his life, and his travels. And the fact that he could generate spears out of nothing was just plain awesome.

"I was coming to see you!" Riyaz answered, giving Xaotl a huge hug as he did so. Xaotl laughed, "I think they would probably tell me a different story." He indicated to Nin and his brothers, whom Nin had rounded up to chase after him, as they careered towards the both of them. Riyaz raised his chin, and looked away haughtily, "There just jealous 'cus they know you like me best!"

"I like all of you the best, for different reasons."

"But that's not faaaiiirrrr...."

"Uncle Xaotl!!" Tir, Lenya, Xal and Nin had caught up, but decided to for get about the chase when they saw Xaotl, as he'd just got back from one of his trips to Cruix. They all hugged him/jumped on him/asked why he wasn't carrying them instead of Riyaz in their excitement to see him again, eventually dragging him into their home to see their parents and sisters.

"Like this?" Riyaz carved a large chunk out of the wood, and looked back to admire it. Having finally accepted the fact he would never become Alpha, as even if something happened to Nin, he wouldn't be next in line anyway, he'd decided he wanted to work with wood. You could make some pretty useful stuff using wood; chairs, tables, shelves, even wooden hats if one was so inclined. This was his first time actually trying to make anything with it, though, and looking it over, it looked pretty good!

"Only if you want to kill whoever sits in that chair," Xaotl laughed, and took the now very deformed chair leg from the 14-year-old bemy, and slightly tapped where he could he the weak point, and it promptly snapped in two.

"HEY! I WORKED HARD ON THAT!" Riyaz protested, reaching out for the pieces of wood, "And it was a waste of wood!"

"Well what could it be used for? You saw how easily it snapped." He smiled at the child, and held out another piece of wood, "Try again. You'll get the hang of it." Still pouting, he took the piece of wood, and tried again.

"Better! This will actually hold someones weight," Xaotl took the chair leg, and headed over to the other side of the work bench, "Now lets try joining it to a seat." Still sulking about his first attempt, Riyaz was reluctant to carry on with the chair, "Can't we try clay now?"

"First we finish the chair. Tommorow you can learn to work with clay." Seeing the look on Riyaz's face he smiled at him, "Don't worry that you'r first attempt wasn't succesful. These things take time to learn. Besides, it's not a complete waste. It can be used as fire wood!" Riyaz couldn't help but smile at that. He joined Xaotl around the side of the work bench, and allowed him to show him what to do next.

"MUM! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU? I WANNA SHOW YOU SOMETHING!!" Riyaz shouted as he crashed into the house, practically knocking everything over in his way, although he did set it back up right before he continued. Luckily, before he broke anything of value or importance in his excitment, Iris met him, and he grabbed her hand eagerly, "Where's dad?!"

"He's round the back. Why?" Rather than answer, he dragged her round to where Heim was, and grabbed his hand too.

"What is it?" Heim asked, as Riyaz began to pull them both away. All he would say, though, was that he had a surprise for them, and refused to say anything else about it. Instead, he dragged them over to the little workshop he had managed to make for himself, slowly over the years, as he'd progessed with his training to be a shive. On the outside, it was a little lopsided, but it was strong, stable, and had room enough inside, so he didn't really care. As they got inside, you could see that it really wasn't that much different than out, and he didn't really keep it tidy, but he knew where everything was, although there seemed to be no kind of order. The only place kept tidy and empty was the work area. But today, there was something still in the middle of it, covered with a blanket that made it impossible to tell what was underneath. Riyaz let go of Heim and Iris' hands, and rushed over to the covered objects side, and turned back to face them. He smiled at them both excitedly, "I've been working on this for a while now. Ever since I started to get good. I just wanted to make you something nice." With a flourish, he pulled the cloth back, revealing what lay underneath, "It took a long time, but I think it was worth it." What he had hidden beneath the cloth, lay a clay model of their whole family, with each member shown doing what they loved, with Heim and Iris in the centre, and the whole thing standing on a wooden base. It wasn't completely filled, though; there was still a lot of room on the base, and gaps next to each of Riyaz's siblings.

"It's still not completely finished; there are gaps for when we get married and have our own children. But who knows how long that'll be." He smiled to himself, and beckoned for them to come closer and look at it, which they both did, carefull not to break it.

"It's amazing..." Iris said in an awed whisper, runing her hands over, and admiring it.

"I still can't beleive you made something for us," Heim laughed, and put his arm around his son, "You're usually more interested in the girls than anything else."

Maybe thats just what I want you to think!" Riyaz replied, winking, and pulling himself away, "Come on! Lets move this to the house!!"