 Ziri chirped warningly at the little bronze who was eyeing her food and sent her human an image of Hagrith eating all her food.
"Silly thing, Hagrith just ate, what would he want with your food?" H'raen asked the flit, stroking her back. Right Hagrith?
Hagrith gave a tiny whine. But I'm soooo hungry! And she's just a little flit, she can't eat all that by herself!
Ziri replied with an indignant glare and gobbled down half the bowl before his eyes. Hagrith pretended not to see but sighed and lay down, head on his forepaws, to watch her eat.
Looking pitiful will get you just as far with her as it would with the headwoman, H'raen advised. You just ate and the weyrlingmaster will have my hide if I over feed you.
 I'm starving! Hagrith protested. He can't say you're overfeeding me if I die from starvation!
With an exasperated glance at Hagrith, Ziri flicked a peice of meat the bronze's way. Hagrith pounced on it and it was gone within a second. See, Ziri knows when I'm starving!
No, Ziri just knows how to get you to stop bugging her while she's eating, H'raen corrected. And that's all the meat you're getting until the evening feeding.
But I'm starving! Hagrith wailed and had to duck to avoid being hit with H'raen's pillow, which, since he was starving, he decided to make a meal of.
That was my pillow! H'raen exclaimed as he snatched what was left of the once very comfortable pillow away from his bronze.
I was hungry, Hagrith explained evenly, feather-covered muzzle breaking into a draconic-grin.
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