you'll be just FINE {tagg;;L'rel}

[meah]

colors: sidhka--green
silvrith--2369A3

I'nk watched Silvrith eating, infatuated with the blue. Of course, his dragon was perfect, and so much better than the other dragons in the clutch. Even Sill's eating was a wondrous sight to behold, in I'nk's opinion. "Don't stuff yourself too much, Sill" He called fondly. His next statement, a warning was far more serious than it ought to have been. "They may have poisoned the herdbeasts here."

He was just worried for Silvrith's safety. After all, they had tried to poison Sidhka several times since I'nk's arrival at the Weyr. But the couldn't want to poison a dragon, could they? Even thread-droppers wouldn't want to hurt one of their precious dragons. Of course, Silvrith had impressed to I'nk, so he wasn't sure what the thread-droppers would want to do to the poor dragon.

Mine. They did not poison the herdbeasts. See how they run about? Besides, these thread-droppers of yours would not dare to hurt me with you to protect me. Silvrith shook his great blue head at his, scaring the nearby creatures with his shimmering hide. He indulged his because he loved the boy, even if his I'nk was a little strange. But this constant fear was beginning to appall the dragon, ever so slightly. It was irrational and it was being fed by whatever the boy thought was possessing the little green cousin.

I'nk gazed at the sparkling blue, confused slightly. "But they tried to poison Sidhka, Sill. Why wouldn't they try to poison you? If I can't protect something as small as she is, how can I hope to protect you?" I'nk wasn't always the brightest of bulbs, but his logic was fast. He couldn't possibly protect the great beast. Not anymore. In the short time they had been together since the hatching, Silvrith had grown by massive amounts. There was no way he could protect something that much larger than he was. Instead, he watched in silence as the dragon went back to consuming the animals allotted to him.

[Kain]

L'rel was happy. L'rel was happy because Cantrioth was happy, and that made L'rel happy. They were walking to the feeding grounds but for the moment they were alone. This same isolation allowed L'rel to actually smile at his blue. An unusually soft smile was reflected at the small blue as they walked, L'rel actually humming to himself. Cantrioth was the perfect dragon, he decided. Perfectly sized, and perfectly focused. Cantrioth was a dragon he could understand. The pair left the dim hallway to enter the snowy pens. Even with partial coverage, the feeding pens were more than a little chilly. L'rel began to wonder if he should have brought his heavy coat instead of the light sweater he had on. No matter, he decided. Cantioth was hungry, and that was that.

Mine!The little blue said excitedly, L-mine, it's one of my clutchbrothers... Silvrith!

L'rel glanced over, seeing the other blue and his rider. Since L'rel kept to homself, he didn't really know about anyone else in the weyr, but he could have sworn that he'd heard about that weyrling. People said he was strange. Well, people could call himself strange, too. Probably it was best to at least try and make friends.

"Hello there," he called, still a ways away from the other pair. "It's a bit cold, huh? But then, what can you do... when they're hungry, they're hungry," L'rel said, motioning to the dragonets. That was as much of a conversation starter as L'rel was liable to come up with.

[meah]

The boy shivered involuntarily both at the thought of losing the most wonderful dragon to ever live on Pern and at the chilly wind that whipped through the feeding pens at that moment. How could Silvrith stand to simply eat when this cold weather was upon them? I'nk was probably colder than most people because of his complete lack of body fat to act as insulation, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that his dragon would surely be cold, and that would leave him more vulnerable to whatever the thread-droppers had up their sleeve.

When another boy approached them, it became obvious to I'nk what they had planned. They were going to trick him into getting into a fight with this kid over food for their dragons. They were going to chase him out of the weyr for being a trouble maker and knowing their secret plans. It was blatant that the thread-droppers were stooping to new levels of pathetic planning. He would, of course, have to avoid getting into a fight with this guy if at all possible. So when the boy spoke, I'nk answered as casually as he was capable of. "Yeah."

He wasn't sure what else to say. He'd never developed his social skills because really who would want to associate with the demons and thread-droppers most of the population of Pern were. They called him crazy, after all. So the boy had no idea of what else to say. Instead, he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, trying in vain to come up with something to say that would lead the thread-droppers away from his knowing their secrets.

Silvrith, meanwhile, had stopped eating in favor of looking at his with a quiet gleam in his eye. Once again, his was being mildly insane and more paranoid than Silvrith was comfortable with. Even at his young age, Silvrith could tell what alienated his from the rest of the weyrling population. But he would not let his ruin this possible friendship simply because his did not know what to say.

Greetings, clutchbrother, Cantrioth. I am sorry for Mine's quiet. He is slightly ill at present, and is thus having trouble carrying a conversation. I apologize to yours on his behalf. Partake of this feast of beasts with me instead? So what if he was lying. Silvrith was just protecting his from total ostracization from the weyr.