  Masseth eyed the gold flit warily over his quickly diminishing mound of meat. She would not get any meat from him today. Would you give the flit some food so she'll stop drooling over mine? the brown asked his rider as he ate, eyes never leaving the gold.
T'zer looked up from wher he was busy carving up another peice of meat for his dragon. She's not eating it. Why do you mind? T'zer asked his brown. He had hoped that his two draconinc companions would get along. So far, they were not making for a friendly relationship. I'll never have a friendly relationship with anything that steals my food, Masseth scoffed, startling T'zer, who remembered to late to guard such thoughts from the perceptive little brown. Would you rather I gave her some of this? T'zer asked, holding up a generously sized peice of meat. Singer launched herself from the ground in a golden blur and, snatching the meat from her human's fingers, winked between to enjoy her prize.  Why'd you let her get it? Masseth asked his rider, slightly affronted that T'zer would give his meat to the flit.
T'zer shrugged. You asked me to give her some food, so I did, was his logical reply. Masseth dragon-sighed, ruffling T'zer's blond hair where he sat a few handspans away. I suppose you can always cut more for me, the brown reasoned. Amazing how that works, T'zer replied with a grin. Come here you selfish glutton, T'zer beckoned to his dragon. I've cut more meat for you. Masseth waddled over, belly already slightly distended from the first part of his meal. That looks like enough, the brown said before lowering his head to eat. T'zer leaned against the warm body of his brown as the little dragon ate, allowing himself to drowse off into a light sleep. Masseth's great heart beat a steady, lulling rythym, and T'zer soon drifted to sleep. Masseth finished eating and regarded his sleeping rider bemusedly. C'mon T'zer, I'm just as tired as you, but you don't see me falling asleep in the middle of the weyrbowl, Masseth told his rider, gently prodding T'zer's shoulder with his muzzle. Right. Let's get back to the barracks before I really collapse, T'zer replied, rousing himself and climbing to his feet. The tired pair made their way across the weyrbowl, both collapsing into their respective beds at the same moment. |