Mullings and Feedings

[Flamewolf]

((MONKEYFUZZ!! GET YOUR FUZZY BUTT IN HERE! ...Oh, other peeps are welcomed here too, lol. ^^))

The pen was left in confusion as the large predator landed on a ledge, a silent-still herdbeast in his talons. He stepped away from the edge, away from the sight of the prey that he eyed thoughtfully for a few seconds before turning his head. She couldn't see much as his neck lowered, and then his wings unfurled, blocking her view entirely. He always fed this way, so nobody- or thing- could see. Mostly it was to prevent the other herd beasts from seeing and panicking if he was hungry after wards; but she knew that he was also sparing her from having to see the mess of a dragon feeding.

The unharmed rider sighed and tore her gaze from the rather large brown. She instead turned her gaze down to the herd beasts, the stupid animals that were now grazing edgily below, keeping an eye on the large dragon cautiously. They knew death was right up there, and yet they still stayed below. It was almost as if they realized what was bound to happen, and they didn't do anything to change it. Did they give up already?

Flames enveloped her vision, cutting through her thoughts. Burned wood, smoking clumps of ash; pounding wings and pulsing bonfire, all of these alternating images flashed in her head until she was dizzy. Keldara grasped the edge of the railing she was leaning on and quickly closed her eyes.

Keldara. Her name brought relief and a soothing feeling, although the tone was sighed and slightly reprimanding. The images stopped. Try to think of something else. His voice ended and he continued to eat. She stared up at him, gaze unwavering, before grumbling something under her breath. She kicked up a stone with her foot, grasped it in her hand. She stared at it for a long time before tossing it into the pen. A herd beast lifted his head as it landed near him, turned to her and snorted. Then he continued to eat.

Was everyone here oblivious to the defeat the Weyr had just gone through?

[Monkeyfuzz]

[I'm coming! Yeesh. -.- Lol]

...That's really getting annoying, Je'shi. The brown paused and lifted his head, staring down at the brownrider with narrowed eyes. They were on their way to the feeding grounds- to the young man, it seemed that young dragons were always hungry- and Je'shi had started on a rant.

That rant, if you must know, was revolved around the first threadfall the Weyr had fought against.

He'd been raving about it for the past few days now. He knew that they'd taken a toll...Shards, probably all of Pern knew by now...and he couldn't help but realize how shabby they were doing. It was a good thing he'd decided to come to the Weyr. He really would be doing a good thing for his home.

The former candidate looked up at his dragon with slight grin. "Sorry. I just can't believe how unprepared they were! It was-"

Ridiculous, absolutely absurd, they should've seen it coming, that's what they were trained for, ya ya, I know! Porth snapped back in an exasperated tone. There was a few heartbeats of silence as they continued walking.

"...Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the weyr this morning?" Je'shi asked finally, not looking his brown in the eye.

That's a stupid saying, and I'm just sick of hearing that all the time from. Couldn't you go and talk to some people?

He laughed. "Oh yeah. Like who? The dumglow-weyrlings around here, or perhaps the younger dragonriders that just graduated weyrling-hood?"

Maybe, the brown responded thoughtfully, and a grin split his maw as he lifted his head and saw another dragonpair already there. Or maybe even a girl.

Je'shi barked a laugh. "Yeah, right. A girl. Uh-huh, one of them will totally give me an intellectual conversation that I can continue because they're oh so bright and- for the love of Faranth!" he cut himself off as he noticed the girl lounging against the fence of the Pen. What's a girl doing here? he snarled quietly to Porth as the brown launched himself down on a herdbeast.

You should recognize her, Je'shi. She's one of the few fighting pairs that didn't get hurt. Her brown, Galahanth, is right up there, he said as he took his food in his jaws. His eyes widened as the brown hauled himself up to one of the ledges.

...A brown rider. You dragged me out here when you knew another female brown rider was here! Shard it, Porth, I don't want to talk to her! I'll lose whatever sanity I had left. As he was mentally speaking to his dragon, he was glaring at Keldara, looking very annoyed.

Get over it, the brown responded before glancing to Galahanth. Why hello, he greeted without any hesitation, leaving his rider to smolder down back on the ground.

[Flamewolf]

((O.O You decided with this plan? Sick! ^.^ I should probably not torture Keldara as much as I do but...gawd, its fun :]))

A distant voice nagged at her. It wasn't her conscious; her conscious didn't sound so smug, nor was it dripping with so much sarcasm. She straightened a little, hearing the word girl thrown into the mix with contempt, but did not turn around. "Galahanth, who..."

Porth and his, the brown responded instantly, glancing behind him with one slowly whirling eye to watch them approach.

She took a deep breath. Oh, shards... Porth's rider, Je'shi, was known as a traditionalist; a very, very stubborn and hot-headed traditionalist. She had gotten away so far without blundering into him, which meant him not creating any scenes, but now...Oy. Keldara grasped the edge of the fence until her knuckles turned white. She wasn't in the mood to deal with a dimglow like him; not now.

Galahanth, meanwhile, turned to the younger brown as he was greeted. He dipped his head. Well-met, Porth, he responded back courteously. Then he fell silent, shifting his large frame a little. He wasn't much of a...conversationalist, after all.

Keldara was smug, down below. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Je'shi looking furious at her, could feel his gaze trying to burn her back until she had to turn around. She thought that, hey, he probably wanted her to start something; just so he could end it, prove himself right, and be the hero for the day. Well, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Her shoulders relaxed rather suddenly, her grasp loosening and she forced herself to lounge idly against the fence. Never the chatty type, she remained silent, peering into the pen as if interested in the herdbeasts' behavior.

Let's see him pick a fight out of that.