An Appetite Of A Different Sort

[Dragon]

Awerah stirred the liquid before her with a spoon idely as she stared into the tiny whirlpool of klah. Awerah had always liked a spoon specifically for the hot liquid. Ever since she started drinking the liquid, she enjoyed stirring it between sips. But at this moment in time, there was no real enjoyment in her habit. She sighed, quite discontent.

Mine? What is wrong Awerahmine? You seem quite distant.

Awerah gave another sigh before answering her more hyperactive dragon. Sereth would bug Awerah to no end until she spoke up. No ignoring the green this time. I'm fine. I'm just bored. Awerah admitted to her dragon. Sereth gave up her inquiry. The green wasn't exactly satisfied with the answer, knowing there was more to it than that, but she understood what wasn't spoken to know the rest for herself.

Awerah had been doing well since the death of K'tar, but she was back in the mood to flirt with the guys again. Unfortunantly the reason for K'tar's death was the very reason the weyr was so tense and busy lately. Sure, Awerah played her part, but it could actually get quite lonely. It seemed as time passed on, the more guys were either ignoring and not realizing the charms she was trying to put on. It was really quite sad to Awerah. No one to entertain her. She didn't want to be tense like the rest of the weyr.

I don't suppose you've had any luck lately? She finally decided to speak up again and ask her dragon. The small green lifted her head from her resting spot and responded to her. Not really. Most of them are boring. Atleast right now. It's no fun. Sereth practically whined to Awerah. The greenrider shook her head at the green's complaining. When she settled her head back in place, she blew a few strands of hair out of her face before taking another sip of klah, laying the spoon at the side of where the cup once was.

[Akki]

“Bronzerider or not, if you don’t stop pulling my hair I will make sure that none of the Healers will ever help you out when you’re bleeding.”

V’ian laughed and rolled his eyes as him and K’ael entered the dining hall. “All I’m saying is that it’s freakishly long. Riders should have short hair! Man up and cut it.” He didn’t actually care much about the length but he was bored and K’ael was making himself an easy target. The bronzerider had been trotting behind him for the past bit now, just pulling his hair slightly.

K’ael rolled his eyes, grabbing a sweetroll from a passing drudge. “This is why I dislike bronzeriders, you know.” The man grunted with a small smile. He took a bite of the food and chewed for a moment before swallowing. “Shouldn’t you be worried about your own appearance? I’ve heard some things about you, you know.” He watched as V’ian frowned in confusion – what was wrong with his appearance? “I’ve heard some drudges say you’ve been gaining weight. I too noticed that your shirts were looking rather tight.”

V’ian huffed, “That’s not funny!” He had not been gaining weight! …At least, he didn’t think so. “If I develop some eating disorder or something, it will be on your head.” The bronzerider sweared, narrowing his eyes to glare at the Healer – who simply laughed. The dining hall had a decent amount of people in it and it seemed that a few tables had some dirty dishes laying on them. V’ian steered around the tables, sliding into a spot at the same table that Awera sat at.

K’ael followed, grinning as he saw V’ian take a bite out of a meat roll. “I don’t think I have to worry about you starving yourself.” The Healer cracked, taking a seat also. He turned to look at Awera and nodded pleasantly, “Hope we aren’t intruding.”

I quite like Osaith's riders hair. Waeith rumbled pleasantly to V'ian, who ignored the bronze.