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Shedrawn cracked a blurry and salt caked eye open to see two whirling firelizard eyes gazing at him with expectant but suppressed urgency. "You expect me to get up, after you slept all night while I looked for you?" he asked with a wry smile. He got a calm confirmation that seemed equivalent to Yup. He sucked on his lips to make himself look like a fish and gave the flit a look. Isdrayon marched about his chest, completely ignoring him until Shedrawn raised an eyebrow. Then the little beast "sat" and pointedly stared at him. "Apparently it is time to eat." at his word the firelizard walked off, satisfied he had indeed aroused Shedrawn enough. And Shedrawn rolled sorely out of bed, only to retract his feet with a gasp when they touched the floor. "Augh they hurt, look what you did, he pointed at his foot empathetically, at the red swollen soles." The firelizard innocently looked at him and cutely cocked his head. Me?. Shedrawn rolled his eyes, his was a dangerous firelizard, he couldn't stay mad at him for long. He looked at the firelizard again. Food? the liitle bronze creeled his patience used up.

At thid urgent demand Shedrawn sighed and resolutely placed his feet flat on the ground. Walking wasn't bad... if he limped.
And so he went the bronze clinging intensely to his shirt as he walked to the kitchen, where he had spent quite a while, looking for the lost flit. And so he was greeted warmly to "You found the little critter!" from almost all the people who had been there the night before. Shedrawn couldn't help but grin.

Shedrawn looked up from stuffing Isdrayon's face at the movement in his peripheral vision. He lifted an arm to wave back, still with a gobbet of meat in it and the firelizard squawked indignantly at the abuse. Shedrawn looked between the both as the firelizard attempted to reach up and knabb the meat swaying back and forth with the motion of Shedrawn's arm. "Hey!" he called to Mercy over the noise. He swiftly brought his arm down and gave the flit the meat, before he launched himself at it. as Mercy got closer Shedrawn asked, "Hey who is that?", he politely indicated the creeling Gold firelizard. Before she could open her mouth he introduced Isdrayon before she could ask, as the firelizard was making such a racket now he had to bring some attention back to him so he could hear poor Mercy to begin with. Shedrawn grabbed another hand full of meat and proceeded to fill the waiting maw, giving Mercy a chance to talk.

"I know, Isdrayon was from Boreal and Cheer's clutch, but that night was such a fog, and then I had to go hunting ALL over the Weyr for the lizard which is what I considered naming him after I stubbed my toe on a large rock, looking for him. But Isdrayon just came to me and it stuck. Like glue." He drpped another piece of meat in The little bronzes gullet. "Good day Aerith," he remembered to greet the white. Isdrayon wrapped his tail round Shedrawn's arm and stared bck at the white dragon for a moment. Whiteclosecloseclose the little bronze "said" to Shedrawn in observation, he thought the little bronze didn't know wether to be curios or concerned. "It's fine Isdrayon, she wouldn't dream of disturbing you." Shedrawn comforted him. "Mock you maybe," Shedrawn added listening to Mercy's end of the conversation, "But never disturb you."

" I know Aerith, it was only the truth, I just like poking fun at him as he is impervious to it," Shedrawn laughed, and indeed at the the little queen's assurance, Isdrayon flattened himself out on Shedrawns lap, Even closer than he was before, to the white and drifted half asleep, one eye kept open for possible escapade opportunities.

"Really a green? She sounds wonderful." Shedrawn said. "I love that each firelizard, dragon and watchwher have unique colors it brightens up the weyr."

He smiled, "A rainbow hurricane, that talks." He laughed again. Isdrayon curled in a ball on his lap. "Well he must be used to Aerith now or he would never sleep like that." Shedrawn gestured to the little bronze lump, wings neatly folded. He pulled out a tiny jar of oil that he had brought with him and began to rub it into Isdrayon's skin rythmicaly. The Bronze firelizard made a noise surprisingly like a purr.

"Better than pooper scooper duty," Shedrawn pointed out.
"Did you have any hopes for a dragon color? Before Aerith of course, no one could ask for better than a white, it is just that they are so rare." He tried to diffuse any objections young Aerith would have to his questions, so Mercy could talk freely without having to worry about upsetting her little dragon.

"I think you are right, a crimson would be nice, but slightly awkward if she were to ever mate with a dragon who had a male rider." he blushed. "Well more than slightly awkward. In that light I would not mind a black, silver or bronze. But I'll tell you a secret, I like the brighter colors too, like blues and greens. In the end the personalities are really what matter, I wouldn't fancy too fiery a green though, too much drama. But one of the mellower ones would be good." He mused. "Most people expect greens because they are so common, I see nothing wrong with them at all, they come in such bright colors it is hard not to like them, but I worry mostly about the personalities, which if every dragon balances its rider or compliments them in some way I shouldn't. I really liked that little black this last hatching, such a troublesome little fellow."