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 Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 7:19 pm
It was that time again. Not a hatching, or even something as dreadful as Haath's sporadic mating flights, but almost as bad. No, Haath was hungry, and she was going to be fed, shardit! Eyes a vibrant red, very common for Haath, she hung heavily in the sky above the wherry pen, wings beating strongly to keep her there. So many sharding wherries, and none of them looked any good! <> Haath complained, loudly.
T'ka was not phased by Haath's demands or yelling, however. She was very much used to it. She waited calmly at the edge of the feeding pens, arms folded, watching the way Haath regarded her potential food choices. <> T'ka questioned, mildly.
<> Haath admitted reluctantly, still eyeing her prey with disdain. <> she protested, also loudly. This time she let out a little cry as well, that wasn't very nice to one's ears. Haath had a pretty awful voice, even for a dragon.
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<> Haath added, as if that fact wasn't clear. T'ka sighed and shook her head. This argument was going to last a while.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 4:51 pm
I'lanmine, said Luceth in his usual bright, cheery tone, I am going to chase wherries, and perhaps eat one. You will come with me. It was not a question, it was said as if it was fact, a foregone conclusion. That was always the way it was -- for all his diminutive size for a blue and the delicacy of his light body, Luceth's personality was imperious, and his rider was often inclined to simply follow Luceth's whims.
Am I, now? A small smile crept across I'lan's serious features, and the rider turned to face the dainty blue who was peering at him from the weyr-ledge, sitting back on his haunches.
Yes, hummed Luceth, gaze a pleasant, mellow green-blue as he craned his neck, peering back out. You have cleaned the weyr enough.
I'lan was not at all sure of that. Since he had arrived late, the disused, large weyr that he had been placed in had been full of dust and insects, and he had spent the past couple of afternoons chasing various crawling things with a boot. Blowing a few stray strands of his sandy hair from his face, he sighed and rubbed a hand across his forehead, inadvertently making a magnificent dusty smudge against his tanned forehead. His hesitation persisted a moment, and then the hopeful shifting sounds of Luceth's hide against the stone floor broke through.
Very well, he replied with an internal chuckle. Before he knew it, he'd been swept up in Luceth's enthusiasm, and the little blue lit for a moment outside, at the edge of the feeding ground, to allow I'lan a moment to disembark, gingerly and carefully. Do not eat too much, Luce...
I know, I'lanmine, replied Luceth, eyes a warm, affectionate blue as he butted his snout gently into I'lan's belly, making him give a soft oof. I will be careful. Leaving his rider behind with a quick spring of his legs, Luceth trumpeted gleefully. He'd have his pick! That angry green, however, was something to look out for...
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:57 pm
Haath was unhappy, quite clearly. The argument with Hers was not going so well. T'ka was calm, and was reasonable. Haath was angry and was illogical, and was not easily soothed. She couldn't lash out at hers, and just her luck, someone else appeared. Oh. OH! What did that blue think he was doing? Did he think he could come here and just eat the food that she was thinking about eating? No! Absolutely not! She wheeled about, and made a beeline for him, letting loose a horrifically piercing cry, and pulling back her lips to flash her fangs at him.
<> Haath asserted, even as she charged Luceth. She was quite the sight. The spotted, squat, and ridiculously muscled dragon was scary on the groud, but ferocious in the air. She would not tolerate this insolence. How dare anyone think they could eat her food. They were her herdbeasts! Not his!
T'ka sighed and closed her eyes. Haath was worked up now. It was going to take forever to calm her down. There went the afternoon. She opened her eyes and lifted her head, looking around and waving her arm, to see if she could attract the attention of the blue's rider, if they were around. She figured they might want some advice on how to get their dragon away from Haath's wrath.
<> T'ka scolded, but didn't put very much emphasis on it. It was more of a warning not to get too rough. Haath wasn't above a physical spat if she got mad enough, and Haath had absolutely no trouble getting mad.
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