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 Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 6:44 pm
V'ten stood out on one of the many ledges that lined the Weyrbowl, the mild wind occasionally whipping the loose fabric of his garments around his body. His muddy blue eyes were cast upward, searching for any sign of the great bronze that currently roamed the skies.
For Faranth's sake, Miranth, hurry up and feed already, the bronzerider mentally grumbled. Miranth liked to play cat-and-mouse with the wherries come feedingtime, and no sooner had he spoken than V'ten spotted him, a dark brownish speck in the clouds. He'd already performed several dives in an attempt to give the pack of wherries heart failure.
The dragon swept his wings back in another final dive, hurtling toward the ground and the scattering wherries. He flared his wings at the last second, skimming along the ground after the ostrich-like animals, and cleanly picked one from the back of the pack.
V'ten simply stood and watched, amused despite all appearances.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 8:01 pm
Mine, I'm hungry! complained the brown Dragonet who was basking in the sun of the Weyr Bowl while T'lon finished oiling him. Well, I don't think anyone's picked off any herdbeasts for you and the other dragonets. He heard what seemed to be a dragon-like sigh coming from Malzirth. He continued to massage the oil into the dragon's scaly hide. He looked up for a moment scanning the sky watching a bronze skim the pack of wherries before plunging down to grab his dinner. He put his hand up to his eyes to get a better look.
Maybe... we could get some help? There weren't many dragonriders about, but if he could get one of their attentions. He spent a few minutes brainstorming before several loud squawks grabbed his attention. Next thing he knew two flashes of bronze and brown zipped by upsetting the bowl of oil. Shards and shells, what the!? Then not a second later the two blurrs seperated with both clinging to one side of T'lon. Several images then began to pop into his mind from an obvious brawl in which included the two firelizards.
T'lon then grinned as a plan began to form in his head on just how to exactly get someone's help. What are you planning, mine? Malzirth inquired. I'm going to get you something to eat, he replied. Before both firelizards perched on his shoulders. He attempted to explain his plans to them, but it appeared that they got the general outline. They both watched him with swirling orbs and he began to wonder if they understood a single thing he said. But sure enough both took off in the direction of the bronze dragonrider.
Minutes later both firelizards weaved around the ledges, wanting to take the element of suprise. Then Mirrum, the brown, increased speed with Krin, the bronze, following closely behind. Only seconds later both began zipping around the dragonrider's head sending off what would seem to be random images. Weyrling. Flashed one image. Herdbeast. Sent the other. Dragonet. Piped in Mirrum again. Then about whatever images else they could find that related to the subject of food paraded towards V'tel.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 8:44 pm
V'ten was lost in his thoughts and in the spectacle of watching Miranth stuff his face when the two firelizards caught his attention. He glanced to the side, noticing the two spots of color flying through the air -- then realized they were flying straight for him.
Both began flying dizzying circles around his head, and he stepped back subconsciously. "Woah, woah, settle down," he laughed, holding up an arm for one to alight upon while the other balanced itself on his shoulder, his thin tail curling around the bronzerider's neck.
He'd gotten the message, all right. V'ten's brow furrowed in thought, his eyes cast downward to eye the brown dragonet and weyrling below. It was true, weyrlings were supposed to butcher their own meat, take care of their own dragon -- but where was it written that they couldn't ask for a little help every now and then?
Miranth, he called. Catch an extra wherry for the young ones down there, will you? I'll be down in a minute.
As promised, it took him only a minute or two to disappear back into the cavernous Weyr and reappear at the bottom of the Weyrbowl, walking out to where the brown dragonet and his rider stood. Miranth had carried out the task asked of him already, and a freshly-killed wherry lay at the weyrling's feet. The bronze dragon in question had settled at a prime spot in the dirt, his wings half-furled for sunbathing.
"I hope I'm not encouraging laziness, you two," V'ten admonished, his laid-back demeanor showing through the expression on his face despite the words he spoke.
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