...and then, suddenly, dragon. Grand-slamming into her knees like nobody's business.
Mooooooooooooooooooom, MOM did you see that? DID YOU SEE WHAT RANNATH DID?
Mira - I'mir - just threw her hands around him and hugged him and laughed. Mosraeth unfurled his wings and hugged back, letting out a delighted little warble and sitting up on his haunches a little bit. Mosraeth was wriggling in the hug already, poking his muzzle here and there, sniffing and snorting like a baby runnerbeast.
Hey mom!Mom! MOM MOM! Mom!
"Mosraeth, I'm not your mom. Your mom's over there."
He stubbornly headbutted her forehead and crooned, Mooooommmm! I'm starving! I'mir was totally mom. Everyone was mom.
"All right, come on." I'mir let him out of the hug, and moved to pick up the lute. When she turned around, Mosraeth already ran off, screeching, towards the meat buckets. NO WAY was he letting Rannath have all the best bits!
The buckets obviously didn't expect a head-on collision with a charging tiny blue dragon, and fell over, spilling their contents onto the sands. Mosraeth flared his wings and hissed at them - buckets aren't supposed to do THAT - but then, making sure that the buckets were SAFE, attacked the contents with unmeasurable ferocity. Omnomnomnom
"HEY! MOSRAETH! STOP THAT"
He turned his head towards his rider, muzzle coated in sand and blood and all the gross things. But I'm HUNGRY, mom!
"You're eating sand, dumbass." I'mir grabbed his head and started wiping the sand and the gunk off the little blue's face, while he was doing his best to wriggle out and go back to eating the meat laying on the floor. There were some escape attempts, but they were unsuccessful, because it's very hard to run off when someone is holding you by the headknobs. "Would you just - stop - wiggling!"
She just wrestled him towards the other, still upright meat buckets. "Okay, let's try this again. Sit down, and I'll feed you." I'mir let him go, and Mosraeth squawked indignantly, but sat down none the less, eyeing the buckets with red-blue-green eyes. I'mir smiled in encouragement, and passed him some tiny pieces of meat. Mosraeth snapped them up with a speed that bordered on terrifying.
After they were done with feeding (much to Mosraeth's dismay), I'mir turned back towards the stands, where Rochelle and I'marin were sitting now. "Come on, let's go talk to your sister. And there are some people I'd like you to meet"
KIBETH! HEY KIBETH LOOK! I'VE A RIDER NOW!
} Sol of White Speriath (#d8e7d8
) - Overseer
} I'mir of Blue Mosraeth (#00E5EE
) - Weyrling
} Risha of Blue Rishask (#0080ff
) - Bandit
} D'oul of Blue Coelacanth (#072f8a
) - WIngsecond
} Ta'li of Blue Kirraheth (#243b53
) - Searchrider
} R'lor of Green Ninath (#7bbe17
) - Wingrider
} Taimur of Bronze Taisk (#553300
) - Pirate