-Yawns- -- Xanta Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 18:09:01 05/16/02 Thu
Author: meaven, dell, and tariath
Author Host/IP: 66.119.33.135
Subject: -Yawns-

Meaven and her little queen stumbled into the Weyrling Barracks, tired from the vigors of the Hatching feast. They hadn't caught a glimpse of the Weyrwoman to their disappointment, and Meaven had finally excused herself from T'ies's company when she and the gold yawned identical yawns. I like this, Meaven. Comfortable. Dell, come over here. Tariath commanded sleepily. The bronze commenced, curling up between the dragonet's fore-legs. Tariath yawned draconishly and looked up at her rider. 'Night, Meaven. Love you. Tariath said sleepily. Meaven smiled, touched by her dragonet's simple kindness.
Good night, Tariath. I love you too. Meaven said, curling up on the bed, turning to so she could keep her Tariath in sight.

Wake up Meaven! Up, up, up! Tariath grabbed Meaven's sleeve and tugged energetically. When Meaven only groaned, Tariath surveyed her rider. Dell chirped to Tariath from his comfortable place in Tariath's recently deserted couch. Thank you, Dell. Tariath called to the flit as she pulled the covers off of Meaven's bed.
"Tariath.. too early." Meaven mumbled, reaching for the covers.
It's never too early for food Meaven. Or oil. Up, up, up! Tariath placed her muzzle beside Meaven's face. Meaven opened her eyes and smiled.
"Alright... I'm up, I'm up. The Weyrlingmaster should be here soon." Meaven said slowly. Tariath moved out of the way as Meaven climbed out of bed. The girl stretched and looked out of the window. "He isn't here already, is he?" she asked. Tariath shook her head.
No. He's a bluerider named T'mele and his dragon's name's Wirrinth, I think. The food's here. Tariath said pointedly. Meaven chuckled.
I get your point dear. Just wait a moment while I wake up some more. Tariath sighed and resigned herself to wait the few minutes while her rider dressed. Alright. Oil or food? Tariath considered.
Umm.. food. Tariath blinked. Yes. Food. Meaven smiled.
I am rather hungry myself...

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Replies:

*smile* -- Ari and Omalith, 08:53:47 05/17/02 Fri
- {..smile..} -- meaven and tariath, 10:10:04 05/17/02 Fri
  - nod -- Ari & Omliath, 09:56:13 05/19/02 Sun