As the weyrwoman strolls away, a grin nearly splits Z'var's face in two. -- The Star Stone-Southern

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Date Posted: 16:56:39 10/19/02 Sat
Author: Z'var & Branth
Subject: As the weyrwoman strolls away, a grin nearly splits Z'var's face in two.
In reply to: Raja and Kyrath 's message, "Part II...The Belch of Fire...(hehe)" on 12:13:37 10/16/02 Wed

He feels an energy high coming on...

The redhead sprints over to the pile of bags and grabs two in each hand, swinging them to the ground with a resounding thump as he returns to the bronze. Opening the one closest to him, he wrinkles his nose in distaste at the scent that suddenly invades his nostrils.

'Ewwwwww...I have to eat that?' Branth asks, echoing his riders' sentiments.

Oh, stop being such a baby. Just think of the fun we'll have once you can get a decent flame going. His long-fingered hand hovers for a moment over the pile of rocks, then he picks up two of the biggest in hopes they will produce a larger flame and brandishes them in front of Branth's nose. Open up.

'No!'

Yes! Do it!

'No, I-' the large bronze breaks off as he opens his mouth wide to sneeze. Taking advantage of the oppertunity, Z'var quickly shoves both rocks into his dragon's gaping maw. 'Hey!'

Kyrath told you to chew with your back molars, isn't that what you said? Not waiting for confirmation, Z'var commands Well? Get chewing!

Grumbling mentally, his sneeze aborted as the obnoxious scent is removed (into his mouth!), Branth complies. Moving the hard stone to the back of his mouth, he grinds it up thouroughly before swallowing with distaste. He feels the mixture move into his second stomach, and waits nonchlantly for something to happen.

'Aren't I supposed to do something?'

I dunno...maybe you need more stone. Z'var quickly grabbs up more stone and shoves it into Branth's mouth, moving out of the way hastily as the dragon once again chews and swallows.

'I still don't feel anything.'

The youth is just about ready to grab up some more stone when Branth gives out a small, mental 'Oh.' Suddenly, he gives out a loud belch, accompanied by a burst of colored flame as long as Z'var's forearm. He hiccups, then belches again, the flame stretching out a good one and a half feet this time.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Z'var bats at his head, trying to put out the embers nestled in his hair, making it seem almost to glow. He runs around in a strange zig-zag pattern, hitting at his head, until he is satisfied that his head is no longer in danger of going up in flames. He sits on a rock, panting, and throwing murderous glances in the direction of his now-smoking dragon.

'Oops.'

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Replies:

Than rushes over to grab a bag of the phospherous rocks while his dragon mate Ishith gets settled -- Than/ Ishith, 16:42:34 10/20/02 Sun
- EEEEWww -- R'du/Abeth, 13:18:00 10/27/02 Sun