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Date Posted: 14:12:36 02/21/03 Fri
Author: Wessae~Shrineth
Subject: Yum yum, eat it Tum, it'll taste like butter rum (Umm...who's Tum?)

Shrineth detours from her course to the Hatching Sands, landing and kindly asking her rider to depart. Sliding down from her dragon's side with a sigh, Wessae whistles for Doe, who zooms to a perch on the young woman's arm as Shrineth backwings into the air. "As if she doesn't eat enough already." Wessae stage whispers to the green flit.

I heard that. Shrineth says with a flick of her tail before she is off, crunching the first herdbeast to the floor and tearing into him. Wessae sighs, it was so boring to see Shrineth hunt, because she took her sweet time when eating. I have to be a lady. The gold reasons as she nibbles daintily at her second meal. Snorting in disbelief, Wessae rises and strolls around as her dragon feeds. She might as well help out a bit, she reasons as she looks around at the buckets.

"Take your time, Shrineth." She says distractedly as she grabs a blade and begins hacking up meat to dole into the buckets. The activity makes her aware of the impending hatching in a way the visit to the sands had not done, and she smiles to herself. Hatchings brought more werylings, and that brought more people to the desolate Weyr.

But the gold won't be as pretty as me. Shrineth assures as she eats. Laughing brightly, her rider sieves meat into a large bucket with a bronze strip on it. Suddenly, a weight lands on her other shoulder, causing Doe to shrill disapproval.

"Buck! Sweetheart, what's a matter?" Wessae asks as she sees the slightly dejected droop of the brown's wings and neck. When the image of the lost flight is made clear, the young woman tuts sympathetically and offers a bit of the meat she had been chopping. Taking the meat with a small coo, Buck earns a nuzzle from his sister Doe before he settles down for a nap. Twenty minutes and five buckets of meat later, Shrineth announces her fullness.

Why're chopping that stuff anyway? I thought that was a job for non-riders. Shrineth remarks curiously as Wessae swings aboard.

"Well, you are a gold, I am your rider, there are responsibilities to be dealt with, m'love. Felt like helping out." With a trill, the flits disappear between and Shrineth follows suit a few moments later, once she's in the air, of course.

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