Can you heal arrogance? [Boo]

Tedaon lay on his bed just drifting off to sleep when something decided to fling itself at his face. He rolled over tofeel of something licking his face and fell from the bed onto the floor as he recoiled from whatever it was that had attacked. He stared at the bed for a long moment, squinting until he spotted Neras, curled up and poking his tongue out every time he took a breath apparently having just arrived. He always tried his best to tell the creature to find a space for himself but, even then, the presence of something watching him while he slept was comforting. He got off the floor, stretching and cracking his back as he decided to take a look at the patients. He was due to start soon anyway... And sleep was for the weak. He was not weak. He did decide to pay Neras back in kind though. Tedaon looked at the little lump curled up and then sat down heavily on the bed causing Neras to jump up and then take flight in shock. He Flitted about and then chattered angrily at Tedaon.

Tedaon, however, got to his feet with a wave of reassuring emotions sent to the Flitt and walked out into the Infirmary. What met his gaze was not quite expected. A boy stood before him with a Bronze Firelizard wrapped around his neck. Tedaon hurried forward looking at the poor thing. It must have eaten something particularly bad to be sitting there as though dead... Neras had, by now, calmed down and became extremely excited about the Flitt. He wanted to be a friend! To help! So he betweened and, a moment later, returned carrying some food. Unfortunately, it was not food that any King would eat... The scraps from the table that had already begun rotting. The smell was awful and Tedaon looked up in alarm.

"Neras! Crazy Flitt, what are you doing!?" He exclaimed in exasperation.
Neras proceeded to hover in front of the bronze, meat clasped in his claws. Tedaon swatted the Black away but couldn't help loving the creature, sending reassuring emotions to him.
"What's happened?" He asked, still trying to impress upon Neras the need to be rid of the meat.

Tedaon watched in wonder as the Bronze lifted his head and began staring at Neras. Neras cocked his head to one side and then flew around in a circle, chattering away in an almost concerned fashion as though fretting over the fact that the younger Flitt was not accepting his assistance. Neras, afterall, didn't see a problem with the food himself so why should the Bronze have a problem? The Bronzeleaderboss sent him an image of some food and Neras shook his head. Nope. That was bad. Clearly. Nope. That food was not for him. He chattered again and then sent a message back to the Bronzeleaderboss of the people in the kitchen who swatted at Firelizards. Nope. He did not want to be hit with a wooden thing. Not again.

Tedaon looked at the display between the two little creatures with a perplexed expression. Neras' steadfastness surprised him greatly. He supposed it had something to do with his age. Neras, as far as Flitts were concerned, had seen everything. He'd had a Dragon Friend and lived for fifteen years every turn, as a new King or Queen Flitt hatched, expected to accept them as his ruler. He looked back at the boy who seemed so concerned and smiled kindly. He looked at the Bronze and examined the creature. It was most certainly a bad case of it...
"Looks like he's got a bad case of Bronzitis..." He stated calmly.

Flitts like that needed to meet a Queen to be put in their place. He would still have the annoying attitude but it was important for it to realise it was most certainly not the Boss of the Weyr. Even better was if they met a Bronze Dragon... Sometimes it worked to intimidate them and other times it just served to make them more arrogant. There was almost no telling what might happen. There was no 'cure' to any bad personality traits. He looked at Neras who had begun to nibble at the meat in his claws. He sent the Flitt an image of the food in a bin not wanting a sick Lizard lying on him later.

"There's no real cure for it... Only things that you could possibly work on with him..." Tedaon continued.
Truth be told, he found the whole thing quite hilarious but didn't show it. He could tell the boy was genuinely concerned for the creature no matter how frustrated he actually was with it.

Neras yelped a little when the Bronze popped between and Flitted about the space with confused feelings flowing through their bond, chattering away in a confused manner. Apparently he wasn't certain why Bronzeleaderboss wasn't with them anymore. He flew around in a circle and then landed back on Tedaon's shoulder and chirped one thing as though to say, 'gone.'

Tedaon nodded, feeling a little sorry for the boy before him. It was tough when there was some emotional connection to something but no way to actually truly feel something for them. He'd never had the issue himself but he could only imagine how the boy was feeling. The weak emotional link between the two made him want to love the Flitt but the manner in which it was acting...

"Look... There's really not too much you can do for him. I mean, I'd suggest trying to find a queen to put him in his place but sometimes they can be just as bad. Perhaps a dragon, King or Queen might be able to put him in his place but," He shrugged, "I mean, unfortunately it's his personality. With a Queen telling him she's not interested he may try to change himself a little but not much."

Nothing could ever take the Bronze out of a Bronze but it could be lessened if even slightly. Perhaps the bond had not been as strong as it could be but that wasn't likely. Most candidates had a general idea of how to properly impress a Flitt.