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Vosin and Gold Killakeeth

The teen was pleased and relieved when her brother went to get his sketch book. She liked his drawings.

Killakeeth leveled a gaze at Langoneth for his reaction, but tolerated it with a twitch of her tail tip. He had clearly gotten up on the wrong side of the egg tonight. She did give a croon to Atibonth as he returned her greeting. I am glad to see you are well. The gold noted the blue's rider cutting meat and glanced impatiently at the drudge. Perhaps I should have Yours get the meat for Mine to feed me. This drudge is slow and lazy. She flicked her wings impatiently.

She confirmed Xibath's comment to Esre. I shall never turn down extra pampering. Killa watched as Vesin cut meat for her dragon, but said nothing.

Vos grinned at Jikkiri. "Hey. I'm not at the healers, so ok if a bit surprised." She cast a respectful glance toward those who needed the healers. It had been a fairly bloody clutch with some sweet ones thrown in. Vos grinned at her twin as she petted the young dragon's headknobs. It seemed to take forever before the bucket was full enough. She accepted it from the drudge with a nod and worked quickly to cut several chunks and gets some food into her belly.

A dragon. She had a dragon. It almost felt like it wasn't real. Vos fed the smaller pieces one at a time, making sure they were chewed instead of bolted. "You waited this long, you might as well taste them good."

It wasn't hard to make her savor the fresh meat. Killa swallowed carefully before opening her mouth and demanding more. Now that she was here, she was going to eat as much as she could possibly hold.

She cracked a grin as the boy realized they were twins. "Right-o! Hard to tell isn't it? Really?! How cool is that? It's nice to meet you Jikkiri and Langoneth. Do you mind if I call you Jikki too? Vosin and Killakeeth." She was pleased to see the boy had gotten his plomp back after impressing. He'd looked rather dazed coming back to the sands.

Glancing around a pair caught her attention. A quick inquiry showed her rider knew the other. Is all well Kynigoth? Killakeeth asked the green mildly. Mine will speak to Yours if you wish.

Malta and Poecileth

Sweet Malta thought, smiling at Kylerr as she provided Fadrin with the painkilling dose. “Be careful when you eat. Sometimes this can make you nauseous, but it's a diluted dose, so... you should be fine. Just eat slowly, when you get around to it.” she smiled, “If the pain gets bad, come to the infirmary and I'll give you another dose...” or send your lover she didn't say. It was nice that he had someone looking after him.

She turned to Kylerr, or whatever he would chose to elide his name to, if he chose to do so at all. Malta herself was not attached to tradition one way or another, but she was glad that she hadn't had to change her name... she liked her name. She had no idea what she would have elided to, anyway: M'ta? M'al, Ma'ta? Mal'ta was basically her name anyway, with a jump in the middle.

Her musings were giddy. Lack of sleep and the aftermath of the hatching was making her feel warm and fuzzy. Poecileth's vigilance, however, kept her on her game as she waited patiently for an oppurtunity to tend to his arm.

“Was she the dragon that sang?” Malta asked. She'd lost track herself. Hatchlings were so chaotic and, even with her dragon's help, it was a lot to keep up with!

"I'll make sure to come get it for him, if that's okay," Kylerr said, brightly. He was proud to be able to take care of Fadrin... It was the least he could do to reciprocate.

"Yep! My Sirinth~" He said, cutting another small chunk to feed to her, rubbing her ridges with his other hand as she chowed down. "Pitch perfect. I can't wait to play my lute with her! It'll be beautiful."

Sirinth replied.

"Yes, I know, but you need to eat for now," Kylerr said to her, finishing rending several chunks.

He turned to Malta. "I'll be able to feed her one-handed for a bit," he said. "Thank you so much for your treatment. Is this your main job?"

~Kynigoth say her Kalendol was lonesome. And also that she's pleased to meet you, and wants to know if you have any secrets.~

The green was after secrets? Well that shed a little light on Balkaths early comment but it was still a bit odd. Good to know that Kalendol had actually been lonely then. For someone who could look at a bovine and tell you exactly what it was thinking, feeling and most likely about to do, Shalev was not the best at people. Too complicated and didn't even make sense half the time. Okay, small talk time..

~Balkath! What do I say?~

~Chosen, I still have egg shards under my talons, I do not know what humans speak of.~

Of course he wouldn't know, the fact that he knew as much as he did was a mystery and miracle, all he would know was his egg. His egg. Ha! Problem solved!

"I'm afraid I don't really have any secrets, juicy or otherwise. I just worked with bovines before, and their not too big on secrets either. What did you do before Kalendol? Or were you born here?"

~If my Chosen has secrets they are secret even from her, it will take much pushing sister, I suspect others will provide you more secrets than her.~

They'd all just impressed, their lives were changing from whatever they were before, so the before was fair game. Even if it had been dragondung, that was fine because now it was dragons and the bad could be laughed at. 'Oh yes, I was a drudge and though I was going to be worked into an early grave, haha, but now, dragon!'. Yep. Awkward social situation successfully managed!

Oh no, if she was one of the oldest, did that mean it was her job to deal with this sort of thing on a regular basis? Loneliness and such? Surely that was a weyrlingmaster job. That was why the position existed right?

~It is good to help people though isn't it Chosen?~

~It is.~

~So we will do what needs to be done?~

~Always, I just might grumble a bit about it wingbrother.~

Jameson... or well, J'on now? He wasnt' sure exactly how far he should edit his name, James at this point? J'son? J'on? Jam'son? How did one edit their name again?

'Just go with one, you're confusing me.' Karath's thoughts rang through his mind and he sighed, 'Sorry darling.' He apologized and after a moment of just petting her head while she ate, he nodded to himself, J'on was what he would be called now.

His dragon shifted with her new cape, it was slightly itchy and strange to wear but J'on poked her in the leg to get her to stop. 'When we fight we get hurt. Just have to tough it out to deal with it.' He told her. The young dragon agreed, though maybe next time, she shouldn't just pounce on her sister. She should wait until the little brat wasn't looking... then pounce on her.

J'on looked up at the larger green and the healer, they were doing a good job so far and he usually was at the healers anyways for some scrap or another. Maybe he should get to know them? Then again, he should probably get to know his fellow Weyrlings. They would someday be fighting Thread with him.

Slowly Karath's eating began to taper down and she took more of an interest in looking at her clutchmates, though ignoring Baeveth all together. She saw the older green and her sibling, the one who sang and she lifted her head in a call, 'Little sister.' She felt he had the right to say that, after all she was one of the first, she was older... by a few minutes atleast. 'You are the singer yes?' [/color]She asked as she wolfed down another piece of meat. 'Does yours sing as well?'

Vosin and Gold Killakeeth

The teen snickered. "Bucket?! More like tub! Well I can't say I blame them. Being cooped up in that shell for so long. It must be nice to get out and stretch." Vos laughed again as he joked around.


Mine will talk to Yours. She likes talking to people. Yours seemed down, though she shouldn't be after impressing to you. I had hoped Mine could help you cheer her up. Oh secrets? She ate a bite slowly and thoughtfully. What kind of secrets? I can ask, but what will I get in return? The young dragon eyed her sibling speculatively. She didn't seem to mind the question and sent a burst of feeling, amusement, to Kalendol. There was no offense taken.

She dipped her head briefly at Jikkiri's bow. You like him Vosin? He is nice, though Langoneth is rather irritable. She eyed the pair as if possibly sizing them up in some sort of private running.


Vos blushed a second at comment from her dragon. "Hush. Not now." Unfortunately dragons could still talk and eat. "So! Jikki. Are you going to change your name?" Before the wherholds, she would have asked what he was changing his name to. Now it was going to be confusing. She waved as he had to return to his brown.

Malta and Poecileth

Poecileth huffed in a dragonic laugh. she said to Sirinth, intrigued, laughter ringing beneath her mental voice, the big dragon paused, thoughtful,

“Only for the time being.” assured Malta, pleased at her handiwork, “It's not impossible to continue your training when she's grown a little.” she smiled, “I did... it's a little difficult with Thread falling, but...” she smiled, “Not impossible. Definitely not impossible.”

commented Poecileth to her rider, including Sirenth as well,