I Harilath. I hunger! -- The Bowl

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Date Posted: 13:24:42 12/07/04 Tue
Author: M'telle - Harilath
Subject: I Harilath. I hunger!

By now M'telle has.. ah.. come to his senses. He leads his Impressed down the flights of steps from the scorching sands, down unto the grassy expanse of the bowl's bottom. The grass is cool and dewy, the herdbeasts and wherries are milling uncomfortably away from the mostly-empty buckets and the few, small hatchlings. The night, dark; the stars, silver, gleaming. The blue.. small.. energetic.. imaginative.. beautiful..

Harilath looks at the metal containers and hunkers down, tail swishing in broad sweeps over the grass. His swirling eyes are wide and glistening with cobalt happiness, green amusement, and the pure yellow-red of hunger. In a sudden lunge, he pounces at the buckets, silent and wordless instructions from M'telle driving him to a blue-striped one.

Careful, my love, don't knock it over!

I won't, I won't..

Harilath's eyes light up and he trumpets a short laugh before burying his muzzle into the sweet-smelling meat. M'telle warns and dotes over his hatchling, strutting about the gorging dragon, inspecting the way he feasts. Oh, don't choke, my love, remember to chew..

Chew? Oh! Like.. this.. ?

The tiny blue angles his head up and begins to gnash his jaws. Bits of meat spray everywhere in a fine paste, and the rider brings his hand to his gut, looking a bit sick. 'Urg..' The fingers of the other hand paw at his lips as he turns away. S-something like that, I suppose..

Harilath throws his head back and creels brightly, nibbling for a moment on the calf of the young man, who grins weakly. When the blue finishes his meal, he plunks himself down and starts to loll about in the cool, wet grass, scratching the parts of his body he can reach. I itch, M'telle, he whines.

Don't scratch. Come, you need oil. I.. don't have a weyr, but I'm sure we've got one now that I've Impressed. Guess that means I need to move all my belongings..

He trails off. Harilath rolls onto his paws and pushes his rider a little. The young man smiles firmly. Yes. Wade through the lake on our way up, to get the, aah.. blood off.

Yessah! Marching, the little dragon moves to the water and does indeed let the blood of his gorging detatch itself in the cool eddies, before tailing his rider up to the weyrs.

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