Arcelias had a good lunch that afternoon. The wherries had provided her just the right amount of amusement in chasing them before she was able to catch up for her meal, taking a second after the first, riling the poor feathered creatures into a tizzy, but such was the life of creatures relegated to the feed pens, they were the ones bred and put into the pasture for the dragonkin of the Weyr to feed on when they didn't go out and hunt, and while the hunters of the Atrician pack helped to supplement the Weyr beasts greatly by hunting in the wilds around the Weyr, every so often even a daywher like Arcelias had the urge to have a little fun with her meal, wanting to burn off some "wild" energy with a game then a fresh caught meal. That was what she had done that early afternoon. Now with her meal behind her, she had left the feeding pens, trotted off, and flopped into the grass not far from the stables to clean herself, licking the remnants of her meal from her face and paws as she soaked in the sun for a while too, watching the beastcrafters exercise some of the Weyr animals or herd the herdbeasts to another pasture. It was a nice way to pass some time while she cleaned herself and waited for her handler. Flint even joined her, stopping to help clean her as well, happily picking tiny scraps off her he found or licking away remains, so it was, before long, the metallic shined Metal Daywher was clean, or at least clean enough for now.
So she sat and lazed in the grass, her head and neck tucked up closer to her chest and shoulders in that way canines sometimes did to more comfortably watch things around them. Her eyes blinked, dozing a bit as well, enjoying the sun and the post-meal tired. She likely would have laid there for hours if she could have, so long as her handler didn't need her, but something... something got her attention after a while.
Blinking her eyes open, she sensed something, as as she woke from her doze her ears perked up and swiveled around to listen around her as well. Eyes whirled with interest now, looking around until something caught her eye. Someone not too far away, someone that, when she laid eyes on them, she could tell what she was sensing was coming from them. Blinking a few times, she rose from her spot, taking a moment to stretch and yawn, bowing forward to stretch her whole body before shaking herself off as if to wake herself up the rest of the way. Then, she trotted right for the person, eyes locked on them and going straight up to them with all of her tall lanky self, turning a delicate nose to the person to sniff at them curiously.
*Elias, my dear. I have found something of interest. You should come by the beast stables soon.*
But even while she told her handler that, she just stared at the person who had attracted her interest, not offering any explanation to them about what it was she was wanting from them.