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Date Posted: 15:56:02 06/23/05 Thu
Author: Liraz with Gaiath (Ariella, Yafah)
Subject: Homecoming Greens (Gah! The cheesiness of my own message subject overwhelms me.)

((If i have to lose my old flits, just let me know))
It's little exaggeration to say that a pair of over-long and over-broad green wings blot out the sun for a moment as Gaiath pops from between and circles over the bowl.
I want to get out of this stupid harness (which is chafing me right about there... Yes, there. Thank you.) and eat something bloody.
To that end, she makes one pass overhead and loops around for another, and finally lands to let her rider touch the ground for the first time in far too long. After dutifully removing Gaiath's harness as requested , Liraz slumps over with exhaustion and buries her shaggy head in her hands, but just at that moment, two small green heads poke out of one of her packs. The larger of these is soon followed by a large green flit, who chirrups and noses at her bonded, but before she can send any words or pictures, she is interrupted by the more powerful mindspeech of the dragon.
I feed now, then I will see if the old weyr is empty.
Unusually short-of-word, Gaiath snaps herself into the air again (there's just no other word for how this particular dragon takes flight) and within what seems like thirty seconds, she is tearing into the warm flesh of an unfortunate herdbeast and making such a mess of the carcass that the flits are able to zoom around nearby and catch the scraps of meat on-the-wing.
Food good! The second flit is Yafah, a paler green than the other and much smaller, having eaten all she can hold, curls up on top of Liraz's head to nap. She slides off with an indignant squawk a few seconds later, but reflects that is was nice while it lasted.
A bright idea strikes Ariella at this point, and before she fully gorges herself, she is speeding off to the kitchens, returning with a large fishroll and the loud "SHARDING FLITS!" of at least one cook, harried with all the work of preparing the hatching feast... of which Liraz knows nothing yet. But the fact that no one is around strikes her as odd. The place wasn't abandoned or it would be in more disarray, and yet no one was out.
As if in answer to her question, Gaiath raises her head from her bloody meal, eyes swirling an excited violet, and looks toward the sands. Indeed there were freshly hatched eggshells still being cleaned up by drudges. How had they overlooked that detail?
What's up with you?
There's just been a hatching. Everyone must be down in the Lower Caverns. I wish we hadn't missed it. We should put in an appearance there.
I'm in no condition for a social gathering. You need a bath, and I need a bath, and these greedy little monsters need...
Ariella squeaks angrily. Who's a monster? Again the dragon interrupts her before she can finish being offended.
You are going to the feast. No further discussion. People want to know you're alive, and they'll be so glad to see you! Besides, you're skin and bones and you know it. If you don't eat a proper meal you'll just disappear!
Food good! Yafah pipes up again from her new perch on Liraz's shoulder, nose right next to her bond's ear for effective vocalization.
Please, can't you use the verb "to be?"
What verb?
That's an uphill battle Ariella.
Broadcasting complete frustration, Ariella flies up and perches beside Yafah, glowering disdainfully at the younger flit and looking remarkable like a draconic school-marm.
Liraz glares furiously around at all three greens, who have decided to gang up on her on this question, but finally softens.
Let's clean up first, please?
me first of course! I'll be at the perches! And in the blink of an eye, Gaiath is gone again.

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