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"Oh, she's still allowed to talk to those in our wing, and she'll talk to those we went through weyrling training with." The greenrider looked exceptionally sheepish as he added, "But you might imagine other people were very shocked to be addressed by a dragon out of the blue, and it had caused a bit of a commotion. Hence, the queen giving her a direct order to cut it out." He patted the flank of his dragon carefully, though he was almost sure she was too preoccupied with the firelizard to be paying attention--she was still very sore on the subject. "She is very good at respecting the wishes of her fellows though; most of them aren't comfortable with her bypassing them, so she won't. Others that humor her get their ears talked off." He was thinking of S'ren--because Tereth had never minded Eltimioth chattering on, Tereth's rider was usually stuck hearing her as well.

Eltimioth made a little rumble of pleasure as she moved to settle her head on one of her arms. We are going to be good friends, little one. So maybe she did want E'lai to get her one...or two of them. A little group, to fetch and carry and bring her back shiny things. She very much liked this idea.

E'lai cocked his head to the side, as he tried to mentally tally up the poor souls who were too nice to object. "Hmm...at least a dozen or so, I want to say. Mostly she just bothers them if their dragons have told her something and she wants to know if it's true," he added wryly. "Even with a short memory span, dragons can be bad as the aunties when it comes to gossip." Worse even; the fact that they couldn't remember it all just meant more gossiping when they ran across something they perceived to be "new" (even if it was old news).

She barely felt the fire lizard's weight upon her head, but the lack of chatter made the dragon suspect the tiny green had fallen asleep. Content, she cast her attention back on her rider and the candidate girl. At least you are always well informed, Eltimioth said in response to E'lai's statement.

The snack was not my primary motivation, but it would be welcome. Eltimioth paused, and seemed to be trying to look on top of her head. I am afraid the little one will wake.

"Chew very carefully?" he suggested, a little embarrassed he'd simply forgotten the food he was holding. I can feed you like we did when we were weyrlings--piece by piece.

I am not a dragonet anymore, Eltimioth said, half amused and half affronted at the suggestion. Put it down and we will see what happens.

"Very well," E'lai said, chuckling as he complied with Eltimioth's request, placing the plate (which was really more like a woodern serving tray) before the green. Translating for Gabriel's benefit, he added, "She's worried about waking Mossy but she didn't like my suggestion."

Eltimioth was a little reluctant to relinquish the flit back to her proper owner, but she supposed it was for the best. E'lai would get her one of her own later on anyway. She devoured her snack quickly--it was truly just a "snack" for the dragon--and turned her whirling blue eyes back at the pair of humans. Tell her thank you, E'lai-mine, the dragon instructed, a hint of her irritation seeping through at not being able to simply tell the Candidate herself.

E'lai smiled. It's for the best, he reassured her. "Eltimioth says thank you, and she wishes she could tell you herself." He knew it wasn't the same, but hopefully Gabriel would appreciate at least the thought.

E'lai was sure he detected a gleam of triumph in Eltimioth's faceted eyes, and inwardly groaned. Another one duped... "You may well regret your offer," E'lai said, shaking his head sadly. "Perhaps your future dragon would have a stronger self of self-preservation."

I am sure that with her so charmed by myself, she could only Impress a dragon that likewise would be charmed, Eltimioth said haughtily, and E'lai wasn't sure if the green was serious or just messing with him.

"Eltimioth says good luck as well," was what he decided to translate instead.