Comateth lay sprawled across his weyr floor in a patch of sunlight like a panther the tip of his draconic tail twitching in the same irritated manner as that of a felines as he surveyed his domain. Something was wrong, but what it was he couldn't be sure. The entire Weyr seemed to have gone sharding insane from what he could tell and in the most disgustingly soft and gooey manner the massive young blue could imagine. When questioned about it by him H'ate had looked up blinking in surprise to explain the human holiday centering around 'love' or more like 'romance.'

Letting out a low snarled Comateth's claws scrabbled against the weyr floor leaving little gashes in the worn stone in his agitation. The whole thing was just one big waste of energy in his mind, but one thing above all else bothered him. While dim-witted human males deemed to fawn over their partners and human females tittered on about festivities his rider remained relatively quiet. If anything he was proud of how quickly she could turn a teasing jab from one of the woman at her expense into a witty comeback that left them silent. If anything H'ate seemed perfectly fine with spending the festivities with her dragon. After all the whole point of the holiday was to celebrate love and romance and right now anything more then holding hands was off limits. Of course that didn't stop a few passing greens from trying to flirt here or there with the young blue, but he snubbed them.

Yet these things were not what bothered him. What bothered him was that his female who was clearly the best female and the best rider and the best human of all the humans had yet to received any of the silly little notes or gifts or cards. While Comateth had no wishes for competition when it came to his rider's attention he found this to be a great oversight.

A very great oversight.