Time: Dinner o'clock
Location: Dining hall
@Ember | Ash'wyn
Faranth damnit, Kalumith could by a right pain in the arse sometimes, yet Sig'ryn loved every moment of it. Every day, the dragon made his demands clear, whether it was to be fed, or to be oiled, to enjoy a good scratch at the end of the day. When they finished his final feed of the day, Kalumith refused to let Sig'ryn go, thus forcing her to sit at his side as he slowly nodded off to sleep. Honestly, Sig'ryn could not say she entirely minded. She actually found it endearing the way he nuzzled his head against her thigh as she stroked his brow and drew on his eye ridge. Pet by pet, his lids closed one by one, until he finally settled deep into repose. Once Sig'ryn caught the rumble of a snore, she knew beyond a doubt he had fallen asleep, which meant she could finally go to the toilet to relieve herself, and then head to the dining hall to fill that hole in her stomach.
But the young pewterrider did not leave immediately. It felt as though the merest presence of his young and dormant dragon tied her down to the spot beside him. Where the runner to shift, she would lose the warmth of his head nestled against her thigh. However, she could only tie herself to Kalumith for so long before her bladder begged for relief and her belly growled from the neglect.
The pinch down below, such a telling sign she needed to go take a wee, drove the weyrling to finally stand to her feet. Kalumith did not even rouse from the shift that took Sig'ryn from him.
"You okay, Sigi?" one of the weyrlings asked as she limped her way to the toilet.
"Aye, just need tae go take a piss."
Once she emptied the content of her bladder, Sig'ryn cleaned up and headed off fill the void in her stomach. It felt as empty as between by the time she reached the buffet table. Her eyes fuelled by the hunger of her stomach, Sig'ryn did not hesitate to fill her plate generously. Scoop after scoop, covered the platter, until only the rim of white porcelain showed. Her cutlery collected, she stepped off in search of the nearest empty seat. it did not take her long to find a chair, and could not help but smile devilishly at the lovely company she would find with it.
"Oye, lassie," she called to the young woman. Upon closer inspection, Sig'ryn realised she knew the girl, or at the very least was somewhat acquainted by her presence. She was a weyrling, much like herself, though her dragon far older than little Kalumith. The pewterrider motioned to the seat across from the bonnie lass. "Mind if A join ye?" Though eager for a seat so she could rudely stuff the hole in her face, she still had enough manners not to impose herself on her peer if her company simply was not wanted.