More eatingly goodness -- The Bowl

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Date Posted: 10:38:38 06/05/05 Sun
Author: U'maro - Quaroth
Subject: More eatingly goodness

A strapping young man emerges from the hatching sand gates, lifting a massive hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun. His young dragon stands at his side, average for his colour but shining like a wet piece of ebony. U'maro urges his dragon out onto the green floor of the bowl, towards the buckets that are mostly empty and turned on their sides. Quaroth scents the air hungrily, head turning from side to side. Smells pretty good, he rumbles, to which his rider only shrugs.

They come down on the buckets, and the Weyrling glances around, wondering if there was a specific one he should take, as they were all different sizes. Then he notices the coloured tags on the handles, and picked out a brown one. 'Urm, here, I guess this will do.'

The brown trills and rubs past U'maro's white-robed side, leaning heavily into the young man, before leaping to the bucket and pushing his snout in. Jaws snap as he swallows chunks, chewing a few of them. When only a few bits of gristle and bone and a puddle of blood are left in the bottom, Quaroth leans back and belches. The young man laughs as his brown gnashes his teeth, trying to pry bits of stringy tendon from them. 'Come on, let's get you cleaned up.'

Together they make for the Perches, each one taking their sweet time and dawdling over the grass.

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