Eroth gazed eagerly at the food his rider was chopping. Can't you go any faster? he asked, looking pleadingly up at G'ven.
I'm going as fast as I can, G'ven assured his brown. Just hang on for a few more minutes. I'm almost done.
My belly is so empty it hurts, Eroth sighed and settled himself on the ground.
G'ven chopped the last big peice of meat in two. There. Done. Eat up, Eroth.
The hungry little dragon didn't need any more encouragement. He pounced on the pile of meat and began devouring it.
For such a tiny dragon, you sure eat a lot, G'ven chuckled as he watched. Eroth and most of the dragons of Flynnth and Soliath's clutch were very small, due to the fact that there had been much less room in their eggs. But they ate more than anything G'ven had ever seen.
Just 'cause I'm small now doesn't mean I won't grow up to be big! Eroth snarled.
G'ven smiled indulgently. The Weyrlingmaster had told them that none of the dragons would ever grow to be the regular size of their color, not even the two golds. Course it doesn't.
