" You know I seem to be doing all the work here and this idea wasn't even mine," Mairin grumbled halfheartedly as she sat outside the weyrling barracks surrounded by bits of wood and a rough sketch of what she was trying to make. The young greenrider was no carpenter and she hadn't the slightest idea on how to actually make a house for a flit out of what she had drawn.

I do not have hands and She is sleeping on my head Curith replied softly, the slightest bit of contrition bleeding through their bond as the green spoke. If she could have made her idea real herself she would have but dragons were not meant to build with their claws. She had faith in Hers though and knew Mairin would figure out how to make the young golden flit just the safe place she needed. It needn't be a big dwelling, just something that fit at the end of the bed so that the firelizard had somewhere safe to sleep.

Ever since Curith had literally stumbled across the queen's egg she had been caring for her and letting the gold sleep on her but as the dragonet herself grew and began to shift in her sleep this arrangement became dangerous for her tiny charge. Curith did not mean to be a burden to Hers on her day off but new sleeping arrangement for the young female flit were necessary if she was to remain uninjured.

Mairin just laughed softly "True enough but don't you be taking credit for my masterpiece," she teased. Not that Mairin had seen Curith take credit for anything yet, even when she actually accomplished something, the green was incredibly humble in a mildly embarrassing way. Of course the teen could hardly call a pile of boards and what passed for a blueprint a masterpiece right now. The braided girl supposed she should start by nailing the walls together now that she'd assembled the needed supplies and drawn out a base design. But how in the name of little green flits did she hold the boards together and a nail and a hammer? Maybe if she held the wooden planks with one hand and ..