Perish! How dare his stomach telli him such a thing when there was playing that needed to be done? He nearly skipped as he made his way over to the last of the eggs, placing his cheek against each of them, wondering if any of his siblings wanted to come out and join him and each time he made a sad little sound when he pulled away.
Oh, I understand. it isn't time yet... Yes, I know, you want to wait for your time... Oh, don't worry, I'm just impatient to see you... Are you sure I can't tempt you with a little bit of this thing called food... He continued with each of them, sometimes going back to one or two of them that had seemed to teeter or crack in places when he’d spoken to them, but in even he wasn’t going to push. A little grunt from one of the dragons above - was it mother, was it father, was it another? - had him tippy-toeing back to the candidates in no time.
Now, where was it that I was? He turned around and started nosing around, first in the sand as if he would find food there, and then when he realized he wasn’t going to have much luck there, he started to move around the candidates once again, circling them and sniffing at their robes. That was the best idea yet, he decided. Sniff at them and see what they smelled like. Surely one of them would smell like food, and food would be good - it would fill his belly, and food was where his brother would be!
Nope, not there... no, you smell like the sand... you do too... He thought he smelled something familiar, strangely enough, and stopped by Ashton, taking the time to take in the scent of her robes, and while they smelled of something nice, he knew they weren't meant as his rider. Very sorry for the trouble there, but you're not it... His excitement wasn't fading, not in the slightest, but his hunger sure was growing, and so was...
There! It wasn't a smell, but it was a sense of knowing. He looked up, away from the girl he was standing near and saw movement, and that sense was growing ever so strong that it clawed at his little belly as strong as the hunger he felt. With a cry, he ran forward, spraying Ashton and those near them with sand in the process, but his excitement was such that he didn't notice as he rushed to place himself between his chosen, and the destination he had in mind.
And once there, he turned to Angela, and bobbed his head up and down. If you'll give me a moment, I'll allow him to say hello. Then all of himself, his body, his mind, his attention, his heart, was thrust at Allaster, and the brown crooned as he nuzzled against him. So here we are. Promise me, Maukerith, food, and I'll be yours forever, Allaster. Oh, who am I kidding, of course I'll be yours forever anyway!
The Sugar and Spice Weyrling
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-:- Personality -:-
Exuberant, Selfless, Sensitive, Ingenious, Impatient
-:- Color Codes -:-
#ECB470, #E69548, #A54200, #690700
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