Looking up to the big blue, Meekar gave a squawk of understanding and flitted to between. Arriving back at the hall, he went to his master and lighted upon his shoulder. Eyes whirling with the happiness and success of his mission, Meekar demanded that he be fed.
Laughing, Emoraan grabbed a piece of meatroll he kept for his brown and fed him. Taking the message canister, the MasterWeaver quickly read over S'dar's scrawl. Hmmm, this fellow was an impatient one. Getting up to admire the jacket, Emoraan was please with its results. It was dragon brown, a dark earthy brown that glinted with its oiling. The blue that sat on the pocket and the one flying on the back were almost the exact shade of Yormeth.
Or, at least, Emoraan hoped so. Sitting back down, he realised how tired he was and how quickly his turns were catching up to him.
