A quiet lady (open)

[ShadowReine]

Freyjath was a neat feeder by dragon standards, unless she was proddy. T'mar would not have to worry about that for a little while now.

Instead, he leaned on the corral fence and watched his green polish off a herdbeast, leaving only a couple of hooves on the ground. The rest of the herd milled in relief at the far end of the feeding grounds.

Relief that they had been spared that day. Perhaps akin to the tendency of half the riders to get plastered drunk after Threadfall.

His lady had always flown well, since they had graduated, and he hoped she would for decades yet. The milk-green dragon was well put together, if hardly a typical green in personality.

"You getting another, Freyjath, or shall we get out of here?"

He didn't like lingering. One of the larger dragons might show up at any time and multiple dragons in the grounds was cause for significant confusion at times. Still...he wasn't feeling in a hurry to move either. An excuse to stay would not have displeased him at all.

[Pounce]

Saren had been flighty all morning. Even as they finished their chores the little flit was bouncing with energy, chittering and chatting at any and all who passed by him and his candidate. Jeck had tried feeding him twice, but the flit had simply fluttered off, uninterested in food or staying in the same place for any amount of time.

In desperation Jeck had taken him for a walk. He hadn't really paid attention to which direction he was heading in, just following Saren as the little brown bounced from area to area, seeming to take pleasure in leading Jeck away from the indoors area.

Stumbling into the feeding area, Jeck blanched a little. He wasn't sure how Saren would take to his much larger cousins, and he knew that some dragons weren't so fond of flit antics.

"Saren," he called, a little helplessly as the brown flit found a new victim to harass. The silence was rather broken as Saren trilled and "chatted" at T'mar, darting around him nimbly. "I'm sorry," he said politely, brushing his clothing off to try and look presentable. "I don't know what's gotten into him today," he explained, his shoulders pulled into a shrug.

[ShadowReine]

T'mar laughed. "You should see my br...oh crap." The thought of Trouble had been enough for him to appear, hovering above T'mar and chittering loudly right back at the brown.

"onze," T'mar finished, amused. "They're pretty silly creatures, aren't they.

If the green dragon nearby was not a clue, his knot clearly revealed his rank and status. T'mar's own eyes flicked to the boy's knots. A candidate for Jorindath's next clutch. Which no doubt would have some strange dragons in it, if the violet's past record was anything at all to go by. Who knew on that.

Freyjath lifted her head, then studied a group of wherries before launching. Apparently, she did want more food, after all. Her take off and flight were very neat, rather more efficient than the average green's tendency towards display.