The three enter together, hatchlings not far behind. . . -- Southern Bowl

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Date Posted: 10:02:04 06/09/01 Sat
Author: Chavala / Green Sinouth, Sh'muel / Bronze Lirth, D'ven / Brown Prosth
Subject: The three enter together, hatchlings not far behind. . .

The brown dances on the tips of his toes as he tries to fly. D'ven looks alarmed and chastizes him. ~Prosth! Don't. When we're weyrlings, you can fly me.~ {I'm practicing,} the brown replies. ~You're hopeless. . .~ {Weren't you going to feed me?} "Oh! Sorry, love. Here," and D'ven produces a large bucket of meat. "Eat up!" The dragon is glad to oblige. He snatches a hunk of meat in his jaws and chomps viciously on it. In no time at all, the bucket is empty.

Chavala's green Sinouth pads in behind her weyrmate, glassy orbs wheeling the red of hunger. Chava wastes no time, delivering a bucket of meat to her hungry green. Sinouth has no regard for manners as she gobbles the meat, blood and fat splattering the nearby weyrlings and walls. "Oy!" Chava yells. "Dear me, I'm sorry. . ." She hands everyone who was hit a clean rag to wipe the debris off with. She then turns back to Sinouth with a weary but comforted smile.

Sh'muel and bronze Lirth enter last, but just in time to receive a spattering of Sinouth's meat. Sh'muel wipes the blood off with a towel, then grabs his own bucket and sits down beside Lirth. He takes a dripping piece of raw herdbeast in his hand and feeds it tentatively to the bronze, who takes it gently as a babe. However, having got the taste of meat, his hunger is revived, and the hatchling sticks his entire head into the bucket in his haste to be sated. When his hunger finally subsides, he settles back on his haunches with a long sigh. {Where is the Weyrling Barrakcs, Sh'muel?} ~I think it's on this side of the bowl. . .~ After a bit of searching, they find their weyr in the Barracks. Lirth hesitates for a moment, out of respect for all the great dragons who must have rested there, before flopping down on the stone couch. Sh'muel falls, exhausted, into his own bed. He wants to think about everything, but his sleepiness overcomes him, and he is wrapped gently in the dark blanket of comforting sleep.

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