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| Naojith yowled in the middle of the night, looking pityingly at his sleeping rider who just _refused_ to wake up. Hatsuroth looked at the blue scornfully, tapping a long nail against the floor in exact imitation of C'ron. He's not waking, y'know. The brown said in annoyance, settling his head between his front legs. Just give it up. Naojith paused in his loud moaning and looked at the bigger weyrling, eyes whirling discontentedly. But he has to. He's my rider. And he's meant to _feed_ me. Hatsuroth snorted, closing his eyes stubbornly. He only fed you a candlemark ago. Just like C'ron fed me. Remember? I guess, the blue said reluctantly, still making noises as he nudged his unresponsive rider. But he should feed me again if I'm hungry. Hatsuroth pondered this a moment, finally bobbing his head. I can't argue with that, he decided, rising to his feet and shaking. Here, I'll help you. I'll try and wake C'ron, and you try and wake C'san... Both eagerly went to their tasks, nudging and encouraging their riders until both wearily got to their feet, eying their dragons and each other as they rubbed their eyes. "What? What?" C'san asked Naojith sleepily, waving a hand to stop the blue nudging him. "That was the first decent sleep I've gotten in days, and then you woke me, you sharding blue lump!" C'ron's reaction was much the same. "Sharding brown! What do ya want? I'm tired, leave me alone!" He stumbled back into his cot, pulling the blanket over his head so Hatsuroth's protests were blocked out. It didn't work, of course, and the brown just became more insistent. Please? Please? "Leave us alone!" Was the muffled reply from C'ron. The two weyrlings stared at one another, disappointed that their teamwork hadn't paid off. Hatsuroth bugled, shaking the walls of the barracks and making all the occupants leap out of their beds in fright. Groggy weyrlings and riders slowly roused, complaining the whole time about noisy peers. Naojith, catching on, bugled as well, and another blue on the other side of the barracks followed suit. Soon the whole building was in uproar, weyrlings yowling and bugling for their riders to wake up. C'ron finally shoved his head out of the coccoon he'd made, glaring at his lifemate as he stomped out of the cot. "Stupid dragon." He grumbled, violently chopping down on the huge hunk of meat readily available. Hatsuroth crooned expectantly, while Naojith nudged his rider, who was still sleeping soundly. The blue bugled, upset that his friend was getting food but not him. C'ron growled, glaring first at Naojith and then his brother. When C'san showed no signs of stirring, the brownrider begrudgingly threw Naojith goblets of meat, despite Hatsuroth's complaints. "Be quiet, Hatsuroth! You've caused enough trouble!" The brown hrmphed, collapsing on the ground as his menial hunger was sated. |