Post by phlysolo on Apr 1, 2009 12:42:40 GMT -5
It was lunchtime. The dining hall was packed with hungry dragonriders, Weyrlings, Weyrbrats, and those inhabitants who found time in their busy schedules to sup in the Weyr. Everyone, no matter what their Craft or occupation was munching delightedly inside, filling their empty stomachs with scrumptious morsels prepared with loving, consideration for each and every mouth who called Nyocia home.
Well, everyone that is, except for the rider of the newest mutation that had appeared in violet Kelth's Clutch. R'skel was busy chopping and slicing and dicing buckets of meat for his own very hungry lifemate. Ignoring his own rumbling tummy, he dutifully butchered up the carcasses left out by the beastcrafters for the Weyrlings.
R'skel? Food almost, yes? asked the teal who was eying the slowly filling buckets of meat with a salivating open maw.
"Almost, Erosth, almost, love," R'skel told the dragonet, redoubling his efforts to hurry for his dragonet's sake. His own hunger pains could wait, just so long as his dear partner was feed and content.
Finishing his task, he dropped one bucket before his lifemate, working to quickly fill a second one and half of a third. Soon, Erosth would be chomping down a good five buckets of meat. And not soon enough, he would be hunting for himself. Until then, it was R'skel's humble job to keep the teal well fed.
Idly looking around him while Erosth ate, R'skel wondered if any other Weyrlings would have to give up their break for lunch to take care of the needs of their partners.
Well, everyone that is, except for the rider of the newest mutation that had appeared in violet Kelth's Clutch. R'skel was busy chopping and slicing and dicing buckets of meat for his own very hungry lifemate. Ignoring his own rumbling tummy, he dutifully butchered up the carcasses left out by the beastcrafters for the Weyrlings.
R'skel? Food almost, yes? asked the teal who was eying the slowly filling buckets of meat with a salivating open maw.
"Almost, Erosth, almost, love," R'skel told the dragonet, redoubling his efforts to hurry for his dragonet's sake. His own hunger pains could wait, just so long as his dear partner was feed and content.
Finishing his task, he dropped one bucket before his lifemate, working to quickly fill a second one and half of a third. Soon, Erosth would be chomping down a good five buckets of meat. And not soon enough, he would be hunting for himself. Until then, it was R'skel's humble job to keep the teal well fed.
Idly looking around him while Erosth ate, R'skel wondered if any other Weyrlings would have to give up their break for lunch to take care of the needs of their partners.
