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Post by Chek on Jul 18, 2012 16:11:13 GMT -5
This was one of those awkward situations that came with having a tan dragon. Mith, in the mysterious way she sometimes did, had seemingly renounced her normal shy behavior in favor of being almost aggressively insistent on receiving affection. Normally, it wasn’t an issue – she’d run Mith out of energy and back to her normal self, but right now having a massive tan mouth attempted to nibble affectionately on her was not conductive to solving the current “emergency”.
Valha gently pushed Mith’s mouth away from her shoulder and crouched back down, examining the hole from which the very tip of Meili’s nose issued. It was tiny, and ran under several very large rocks, as near she could tell, and none of the other flitters could tell her how he’d gotten in there, much less facing outwards.
At least if he’d had his tail poking out she could just grab hold and yank.
So here she was, with a bucket of oil and small trowel, preparing to dig the blue out of the frozen ground – and Mith was attempting to put her arm in her mouth. Discouraging her overtly was not a good idea, but letting her continue on… also, a tan’s mouth was simply too big for love nibbles.
That’d be something to address later, though.
“Why don’t you go visit…” Valha popped up to her feet, glancing around the cold Weyr bowl, looking for a likely candidate for Mith’s affection. And sure enough, once she was standing, a perfect target presented itself. She gave Mith’s jaw a gentle push, “Go visit with Unath, Mith.”
Mith looked up, towards her sister, and paused, mouth open a touch, throat working – but no sound emerging. Finally, she spoke right before Valha was going to tell her again, Yes. I will go join myself there.
Mith spread her wings, moving to leap aloft, but then hesitated, glancing back towards her rider. Valha motioned, and Skadi fluttered away from the crowd of flits jeering around the hole Meili was stuck down and settled behind the tan’s headknobs in the standard firelizard escort position.
Then, and only then, did Mith take off, pushing herself into the air to circle the Weyr bowl, once, twice, before remembering what she was doing with a helpful nudge from the pink flitter tucked against her skull, and landing abruptly beside Unath and Q’sis. She rubbed her jaw immediately against Unath’s neck ridges, warbling softly, before going in for a nibble on Q’sis.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 18, 2012 23:31:56 GMT -5
Unath lay on her side, a spotted, muddy rise on the lakeshore. Her tail and wings twitched in intermittent pleasure as her rider applied his beltknife to the base of her shortest talon. He sawed at the dull, flaking surface till the old growth husk broke loose, then peeled it free- Unath squirming -before tossing it aside. The tan tucked her head down to examine the shiny, cherry-dark claw Q'sis' work had exposed, and she flexed it just to show him how the sunlight traced red reflections down the length of it. It was the last talon husk to be cleared, so she felt justified in pulling Q'sis in against her chest with her paws, snuggling him till he gasped for air.
She let him go, but still wriggled her front and back ends as he stumbled back to his feet. Her new claws snapped out at the rocky shore and she popped upright, opening her mouth to the sky and bellowing. A cloud of fog slid out with the sound, steaming between Unath's fangs as she clipped her jaws back together. Q'sis followed the trajectory of her thick, powerful neck, then his eyes fell along the rest of her, all the way to the tips of her tail. She looked back at him from on-high, ribcage puffing, but he said nothing. He only bent to collect the knife he'd lost at her grab.
Unath was answered. The dark twin's blunt snout angled at her lighter sister, eyes wide and of a descending blue. But at the rub, membranous lids rolled up over their charges and she growled, then flopped her legs out to all sides and fell on her tummy. That was what happened when a dragon nipped your neck. You got dead. Q'sis was just getting up after jumping out of the way of the dramatic interpretation when that huge cream-colored face swung toward him.
He had time to take in Mith's eyes, and the pink parasite fastened between her knobs, before he lashed Unath's reflexes toward the provision of a barricade. Unath's paw caught the oncoming nose of Mith, and then she settled her chin on the ground between her twin and her rider. Q'sis rested his palm on his woman's safe cheek, putting an arm over the top of her so he could peer past at the unlikely assailant.
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 19, 2012 2:52:43 GMT -5
Today was going to be a good day. Optimism had rarely been more than a passing acquaintance of Viyeri’s, but it seemed to have come knocking at last, and the candidate was determined to keep it around long-term even if it meant locking it in his wardrobe (alas, it was only a figurative wardrobe, since as a candidate he no longer had one, but he wasn’t complaining! Optimists didn’t complain). Sure, his life had its share of bumps, but whose didn’t? Lately, he’d even had quite a few things to be happy about.
He’d made it through a hatching with no more harm to his person than somewhat blistered feet from ill-fitting sandals and that sharding hatching sand, and for that matter no one had gotten terribly injured. Copious bloodshed wasn’t a necessary hatching staple after all! He’d also heard rumors there was going to be some sort of question-answer session with crafters of various sorts designed to help those unlucky candidates sort themselves into more likely futures. Even Viyeri wasn’t lazy enough to pass up the opportunity to meet useful contacts for any craft that struck his fancy.
Viyeri’s future seemed bright, and no nay-saying stormclouds could block the rays of hope and promised prosperity Rukbat seemed to be beaming down just for him. Though perhaps that one would also have to be figurative, he supposed, because it still being winter (unless that had changed in the past hour or so, and he was somewhat unconvinced of optimism’s weather-changing properties) it was actually fairly cold outside. But no matter. Viyeri liked the cold anyhow, and he trudged over the frozen ground of the weyr bowl with an extra spring in his stride.
He didn’t even mind playing messenger, or delivery boy, as was more accurate. The slate clasped in his hand was one of the easiest burdens he’d had to bear in his many errands throughout the weyr, and the target an easy one too—the burly tanrider he could easily see even from where he’d started out, exiting the lower caverns. Q’sis was the only burly tanrider, after all, and one of the few to make Viyeri’s height feel a bit less adequate. Funny, so had the man who gave him the slate to begin with. People really had no business being that tall anyhow.
And at last he’d taken his last steps over the weyr bowl-turned-tundra to close the distance between himself and Q’sis, who appeared to be out frolicking with his...two tans? Viyeri only recalled riders typically having one. But it wasn’t really his business, was it? He held the slate out to the rider, already feeling satisfied with a job well done. A job well done meant he could go back inside where it was warmer, he hoped. “Am I correct in thinking you are Q’sis? A rider named L’kie asked me to bring this to you.”
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Post by Chek on Jul 19, 2012 15:47:17 GMT -5
Foiled in her attempt to lavish her particular brand of affection on Q’sis by the timely intervention oh her sister’s paw and face, Mith planted her jaw on the ground, her whirling blue gaze locked on the man leaning over the darker reflection of her snout. She rooted forward a little, pushing up dirt, but ultimately coming up against Unath’s jaw. No good.
A few seconds later she tried again, with much the same result. She licked her sister’s cheek then, thoughtfully. Tasty.
Across the bowl, digging around the stuck Meili, Valha looked up at the sudden odd sensation, not realizing that Mith has still been so in her head while she was off gallivanting with Unath and…yes, and Q’sis. Scraping her tongue with her teeth idly, she looked through Mith’s eyes, briefly, and offered a solution to the “getting-to-Q’sis” problem before turning her focus back to her digging.
Mith popped her head up, lightning quick, and moved in for the nibble on Q’sis, but was abruptly distracted by the Candidate who had appeared, to her seemingly from nowhere. She watched him, eyes whirling a pale blue, thoughts slowly percolating – the end of her tongue protruding from her mouth since she’d forgotten to pull it back in after her assault on Q’sis was stymied.
She chirped faintly as she tracked the Candidate.
Skadi squeaked a warning as Mith’s impulse rippled through the pink’s mind on it’s way to completion, but the sound came too late.
Mith darted her head forward, towards Viyeri, and inhaled, sucking him straight into her cavernous mouth and closed her jaws gently around him, moving him around with her tongue to avoid catching him on her teeth.
Across the Weyr, Valha jerked up again, disbelieving of what she thought was happening.
Nope. It was happening. There was someone in her dragon’s mouth. She could taste them.
Her order was instinctively out loud and mental as she shouted, “Drop that now!”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 19, 2012 19:21:22 GMT -5
Q'sis tensed as Mith began hunting something other than him. Something he couldn't see yet. Viyeri spoiled the mystery with his casual saunter into view, and Pern's only male subqueenrider narrowed his eyes at the question. His right hand was resting on his knife-hilt even as he extended the left for the slate. Good thing for quick fingers, for as soon as he seized his property, Viyeri's support at the other end was slurped away. Q'sis raised his dark green eyes to Mith's bright ones, and he froze.
There was no indecision in him, just a sudden straining for the correct way in. A simple idea was blocking his control of the situation: Mith was not his dragon. He shouldn't be able to seize nerves, muscles, thoughts of anyone besides Unath. But he acted faster than he processed, trying to outrace the clenching of massive jaws. He did not shout, like Valha. There was no point in reasoning with a creature that had no capacity for it. Q'sis pierced, he overwhelmed, biting into that distant consciousness. Whether Unath was providing a medium for the interaction he could not tell. Seconds like these proved him all his dragon anyway. One being. I.
The trick was to extend that collective to Mith, on this moment's whimsy, propelled not by careful study but by the raw heat of his will. He thought he was close. He licked his lips, then stuck his tongue on the point of one canine.
Drop that now!
The slate dropped, frame serving to keep it from shattering. The voice was not Mith, or it was, but it did not suit the half of her he knew. His contrary instinct was to reverse the order, but maybe it wasn't directed at him. He was Q'sis, not Mith, not even Unath, and crunching down out of spite for that intruding tone was not what he wanted. But he would not retreat from that voice, whatever its intentions were. He replied, by lung and mind:
"Stop!"
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 19, 2012 21:31:49 GMT -5
Viyeri didn’t really like the way Q’sis was looking at him, and for a moment he even questioned whether perhaps he’d mistaken the man for someone else. But what other man would be as likely to be standing by two tans, and tans he was fairly sure he recognized as the twins he’d heard about, at that? But Q’sis—if he was Q’sis—took the slate, so Viyeri supposed he could consider his job finished, unless the tanrider decided he had another errand for him.
In the brief moment he had to ponder this before his impending doom, he shifted his focus to the tans, noting that one seemed to be watching him. She let out a little chirping noise, too, which Viyeri thought was cute, and a smile tweaked at his lips. He liked tans. They seemed like such sweet dragons, so different from the reds with which they shared their size class. Of the hatchings he’d attended, Demeth had been a much less terrifying host than Waroth, that was certain.
No, tans wouldn’t hurt a trundlebug. Not intentionally, at least, and Viyeri was not a trundlebug. It happened so fast, and so unexpectedly, that Viyeri spent a long moment lost in a confused stupor. Why was it so dark? Worse, why was it so wet? Had he suddenly passed out and started dreaming? It didn’t feel like a dream, though, and if it was, it was rather soon for him to have realized he was dreaming. He was pretty sure that wasn’t it…
Oh shards. He was dead. That was the only answer—that crackdusted male tanrider had been reaching for his beltknife, Viyeri knew he had, and he must have stabbed him when Viyeri looked away to admire the cute tan. Why would he do that? Was the slate really so terrible? Worse, was Viyeri going to have to spend his entire death wondering why in Faranth’s name that rider had killed him? He had to say, death was a lot squishier than he’d expected. He wasn’t really enjoying it so far. But at least it was over with, he supposed, and it wasn’t like it had hurt. He wondered if he could cancel his contract with optimism now.
He felt whatever force was under him flop him over into more squishy wet-ness, and instinctively moved an arm out seeking something to grab onto—but his hand only slapped against something rather hard that seemed to be poking up out of a squishy thing. It seemed pretty long and kind of pointy, kind of like a big tooth, actually. Like a dragon’s tooth. Wasn’t that funny. Actually, he remembered seeing some teeth...just for a moment before he was sucked into this dark, churning, sticky world when that tan had—
Oh. Sweet. Faranth. The moment of shock finally wore off, stripping away his comfy sense of calm and replacing it with mortal terror of the highest degree. He started wailing from inside the tan’s mouth, struggling to get his feet under him when that tongue kept moving around, vainly attempting to reach the roof of the tan’s mouth as if he could somehow push it back open. “LET ME OUUUUT!” He rammed a fist against the side of a tooth like it was a door someone could simply open for him if they only had mercy. He almost got one foot under himself, but slipped as that tongue moved again. Viyeri was now terrified of that tongue. The dragon was going to eat him! She was trying to push him back down into her throat, he was sure of it. Oh Faranth. Viyeri had never made a list of preferred deaths, per se, but even so he could say with certainty that this was not how he wanted to die.
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Post by Chek on Jul 19, 2012 22:36:13 GMT -5
Almost immediately realizing the futility of using words to stop Mith, Valha was on her feet an running full speed towards her evidently man-eating dragon, flitters a swirling crowd behind her, already flexing herself into Mith’s mind – only to mentally run into something-someone else. She could almost…read intent in it; disorienting as it was – it wasn’t a flitter; she knew that – they felt different, less dominating. Stop! She stumbled, jerking to a stop abruptly, then growled and pressed onwards, undeterred – and, sensing the intruder/not intruder? in their dragon’s mind, the flock burst into a cacophony of physical and mental noise, swooping ahead of the running tanrider and forming a screaming cloud around Mith’s head. Mith, for her part, flinched violently, hunching down and moaning low in her throat, horribly confused. Her Valha and her not-hers man and all the flits and she just didn’t know what was going on. Two orders, from different sources, and though they complemented each other, Mith still wavered on what she was supposed to do, though she mercifully did not chew or swallow her captive in the confusion, despite his screaming and wriggling and flailing. Valha reached them then – her first step was to silence the flits, reaching out like she occasionally did with Mith and forcing them all into abrupt flight course changes, burying their protests and fears under her implacable demand for silence and for them to dig. The fair arrowed off towards Meili, still stuck in the ground, and settled down into concentrated digging, mentally and physically silent – it was almost overwhelming, as the mental clutter of a dragon and more than half a dozen firelizards made for some pretty constant mental noise – the sudden silence from all but the dragon made an impact. Now, she could examine the…interference mucking up her control of Mith. She tracked it back, through Mith, lightly, barely touching on another dragonmind, similar and yet so different, and then there it was -the not-dragon/not-firelizard voice. She was too worked up to worry about politeness or protocol, or that directly touching another human’s mind through their dragon shouldn’t technically be possible – the twins always had been unusual, after all – she just shoved against it – against Q’sis, and to a lesser extent against Unath, it had to be - snarling mentally Get out. Too many people.[/b] She didn’t really press the issue, though, flowing back into Mith’s mind, soothing the tan’s fears as she took absolute control, Mith meekly stepping aside and gratefully letting Valha have her body. Aclimating rapidly to being both a 40 foot dragon and a tiny 5 foot woman at the same time, as she always did, she relaxed a little, tracking tendon and muscle as she flexed Mith’s jaws gently open. Valha’s human body was there, reaching out to help pull the moistened Candidate from Mith’s mouth, her face tight with concern, “Are you alright? I can’t taste blood, but…”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 20, 2012 10:05:18 GMT -5
A heavy hand closed on Valha's shoulder, then tore her away from her concerns.
"You get out," Q'sis snapped, then turned to Mith. "Back off!" he snarled, just as loud, for Mith at the moment was only an avatar of the girl he had already dealt with. He seized Viyeri's leg and yanked him down the pale blue slide of Mith's tongue, laying him out on the cold stone of the Bowl. Unath was allowed to remain nearby. She had done exactly nothing, not commandeered and not stirred to special reaction by this sequence of events. She shimmied her lower jaw side-to-side against her upper as Q'sis reached for Viyeri's throat, but soon fell still again.
Q'sis felt the bones at the back of the Candidate's neck, then patted his face. Patted, because a slap from his arm could send heads astray even from completely sturdy necks. "Speak!" he demanded. Unath moaned an attempt at human language beside him. If "nnnnurrrolzurrk!" had ever been a human word, it could have been a first. Q'sis ignored her, staring down at the goo-coated face of the interloper. "Why did she attack him? Why doesn't she like him?" he barked over at Valha, hardly waiting for Viyeri's first word after being reborn.
The tanrider knew very well that neither twin was really capable of what he suggested. They could not sustain enough concepts to manufacture dislike. Plant Loto's killer in front of them, and they would visit their sloppy affections on him, or more likely do nothing at all. That was the way it had always been. But experience pressured him to ask, against all present logic. Qosk had never bitten anyone that didn't deserve it, him included.
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 21, 2012 2:31:17 GMT -5
Viyeri was, naturally, oblivious to everything going on not only outside his watery grave, but the power struggle ricocheting through the minds of everyone who wasn’t him. He was oblivious to just about everything but his squishy world of writhing tongues and pools of thick saliva and interlocking spikes blocking his escape from it all, as he began to try to attach himself to one of those teeth, wrapping his arms around it as best he could. At best it would ensure he wasn’t pushed back into the dragon’s throat where he could be swallowed, and at worst the tan might suddenly open her mouth and crunch down—but at least that death would be fast. He just wanted to stay away from that tongue—tongues, he had decided, were the most horrifying thing in existence. Boneless lumps of flesh that could curl and lash and twist and pulsate like some sort of creature born from the red star itself. He felt it moving beneath him again, and clung all the tighter to his chosen tooth.
Then, suddenly, there was light. For a moment he pondered whether he might have died again before remembering light was a thing that existed outside. And then he felt something pulling him free, yanking his leg hard enough to dislodge his grip on the tan’s tooth and send him toppling to the ground, covered in slime like some very ugly baby runnerbeast that had somehow come out entirely the wrong end. He smeared the back of his arm across his eyelids in hopes of making them a little less wet (it didn’t work) before glancing rapidly between Valha, Q’sis, the dark tan, and the murderous tan.
The female rider’s question tugged him back into Pern’s orbit, and he fixed a confused stare on her for a few seconds before the words slowly filtered in. Q’sis’s manhandling of him wasn’t exactly appreciated, but it did help break his stupor as he pushed himself into a sitting position, holding up his arms and peering at them, as though he could really gather any usable data when his jacket was still on. “Uh…” Speaking? Debatable. But at least it was sound? “I don’t think I…I don’t feel hurt…?” A slow grin spread across his face, and he peered back at Valha with enthusiasm. “I’m not dead? Right? It didn’t eat me?” He started to let out a somewhat unsettling giggle as elation took hold of him, but it was a short-lived feeling.
He had turned to stare at Q’sis, squinting at him at the tanrider’s less-than-happy, and somewhat accusatory, words, even if they weren't directed at him. “Me? Why didn’t she like me? I didn’t do anything, that thing just…” He frowned, pointing at Q’sis and trying to scuttle closer to Valha. “And you! You wanted me to die! You’re the one who didn’t like me! That’s why you stabbed me, isn’t it, you tried to kill me.” Viyeri paused, frowning down at the ground as he suddenly looked much less sure of himself. That didn’t sound quite right. Wasn’t he actually not dead now? He wasn’t sure he could be both dead and not dead at the same time, though he couldn’t entirely rule out the possibility. “Well…maybe not,” he said begrudgingly, though he still regarded the male tanrider with some suspicion. Q’sis wasn’t quite off the hook for stabbing him just yet.
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Post by Chek on Aug 1, 2012 15:40:49 GMT -5
Valha growled at Q’sis as he moved her away from the slobbery Candidate, but went, backing Mith up as well – not obeying the other tanrider, but rather her train of thought – get Mith clear, away from the victim – echoing his demands. And she let him tend to the candidate as well – she wasn’t, after all, the one who spend so much time around Healers. She backed Mith up to the water’s edge and had rinsed the taste of candidate out of her dragon’s, and therefore her, mouth.
Guh.
She snarled at Q’sis’s question, though – he knew as well as she did that Mith wasn’t capable of maliciously attacking a human, not for any reason – though the accusations that Viyeri started flinging around seriously derailed her thoughts before she could reply.
How…did they go from Mith eating him to Q’sis stabbing him? She cast a glance over the boy, not seeing blood or a knife’s hilt anywhere sticking out of him – Q’sis still had his, too. What in the world was going on?
Mith, released partially from the control her rider had over her, moaned lowly at the upset flowing around. It was worse than the time with the table.
Had she broken another table, at long last? She’d thought that the person was a person, because he hadn’t looked like a table, but…they were tricky. She moaned again, shoving her snout under the tip of Unath’s tail – she’d broken a table. Now it was a person. All she’d wanted was love, and now there was a table-people that she’d broken.
Bizarre as it was, it was a remarkably steady train of thought for Mith, and Valha went ahead and let her go where she would with it. She spread her hands in a non-threatening gesture and approached the candidate, “Here now – no one id dead, and no one was stabbed. Q’sis isn’t the ideal example of humanity, but even he wouldn’t stab you without some sort of reason. My dragon, Mith, picked you up with her mouth in order to be affectionate. She was not going to eat you.”
Except by accident was left unspoken.
Still staying as unthreatening as possible, she continued to speak in a low soothing voice, “It’s alright, though. She thinks you’re a table now and won’t come near you again.”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 3, 2012 19:42:47 GMT -5
Q'sis watched Viyeri's return to the living, then stood up and rolled his shoulders at Valha. He lifted his palms, exposing the golden hilt of his sheathed belt-knife, and said:
"He's fine."
He glanced back at the Candidate, eyebrows twitching together at Valha's reassurances. Unath, lying just a few feet beyond the collapsed young man, blinked her bright aquamarine eyes at him. Q'sis bent down and fetched the slate he'd dropped, picking a cloth and chalk from his belt pouch and cleaning away L'kie's message. He scribed in his prescription, then stuck the slate down in front of Viyeri's nose. "Take that back to the Journeyman, in the infirmary. Don't waste time."
His cheek twitched as he looked over the lad's soaked black hair. "But take a moment to wash yourself. You're disgusting." He retracted the slate and jerked his head toward the water. "There's the lake. Just a dip will do, so don't whine about being cold. It's warm at your destination." Unath snorted, her hot breath puffing up against Viyeri's back. "There is never a time that something happens to you that you weren't actually clawing for it your whole life. There is something wrong with you, and seeing as how you're dragonless, we don't know yet if you can make up for it."
The taller tanrider moved closer to his miniature female counterpart. His prime commentary on the entire affair, itching this whole time to escape, was muttered from the corner of his mouth at her in a practiced whisper: "He didn't even taste very good."
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Post by Kestrel on Aug 3, 2012 23:03:00 GMT -5
Now that he had mercifully been back on solid ground for some while, Viyeri’s head was starting to clear. It wasn’t the first time he’d found himself in a potentially life-or-death predicament, but it certainly had been the one in which he’d felt death’s imminence the most. But apparently, somehow, he had been jilted by death once again. Thank Faranth for that. The calming and conciliatory attitude of the young woman helped a bit, too—even if she wasn’t exactly his favorite person in the weyr at the moment, it was obvious she hadn’t intended for it to happen.
He sighed, rubbing the blade of his hand, which apparently objected to all the banging he’d done against the dragon’s teeth. “That’s some idea of affection…” He reached up to his forehead, wiping a band of slimy saliva off and flicking it to his side. “I do hope you’ll alert her to some better, less terrifying means of showing affection, though. Not all candidates have my enviable mental constitution. Some might panic.” The humor was as much for himself as it was for Valha.
Viyeri just felt confused again, though, when a slate was suddenly shoved at his face, and orders barked at him by a rider who was not conciliatory in the least. The confusion quickly melted into anger, however, and even more so as Q’sis continued adding insult to (while not injury) near-death experience. He thought that was rather a more egregious crime than if it had been injury anyhow. More arrogant dragonriders, how refreshing.
He didn’t dignify the slate-related order directly with any more response than a look of narrow-eyed dislike before he got to his feet. “Yes, how thoughtful of you. A refreshing dip is exactly what I need to wash off the slime left all over me by one of your oh-so-perfect dragons when she nearly ate me.” he fairly snapped back as he wicked some more saliva off himself. He raised an eyebrow as, surprise surprise, he himself was blamed for being nearly turned into a chew toy. He held up his hands. “You’ve caught me there. How did you know I spent the last week rolling in meat and crawling through the herdbeast pen, just clawing for the chance to be nearly digested? Really, now. And when things go wrong in your life, I suppose you tell yourself that you’ve just been asking for it? Brought it upon yourself?”
He marched off toward the lake, thankfully missing the last comment about his flavor. “Oh yes, obviously I’m the one with the problem. I don’t have a dragon, so something must be wrong with me. And apparently, then, with the majority of Pern. Even though I’m not the one with a dragon who can’t even tell a person from a table.”
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