Miniature Dragon

[arratra]

Arratra sat down on one of the benches, reaching forward for the klah pot and upsetting the blue fire lizard that perched on his shoulder.
The hatchling hissed, and Arratra murmured to him soothingly, apologising for his mistake.
The little blue flicked his wings, catching Arratra a slight blow on the cheek, and settled back down.
He seemed to favour Arratra's right shoulder, which made eating, and pretty much everything else he did, difficult, as the candidate would upset the flit's balance if he moved his shoulder too much.
Reaching out with his left hand, he grabbed the pot, and clumsily began pouring the hot liquid into a clean mug.
A hand, a large, work-callused hand, steadied the pot before the klah could spill.
"Thanks, Matren," Arratra said with a smile.
"It's not a problem," Matren said, "Besides, I wouldn't want to see the tables stained would I?"
Arratra chuckled.
Matren sat down and poured himself some klah, then shoved a bowl of cereal in front of Arratra.
"So what are you going to name that little guy?" he asked, then sipped his klah.
Arratra stroked the short, neat beard he'd grown, "I was thinking Margras."
"Sounds good to me," Matren said, clapping Arratra on the shoulder and almost knocking him into his lap.
The newly christened Margras took exception to this and vanished.
"Oops..." Margras said, noting Arratra's sour expression.
"Next time, remember I have a fire lizard," Arratra said, rubbing his shoulder, "And that I'm not a Smithcrafter."
Margras reappeared, and landed on Arratra's head. His tail fell in the candidate's left eye.
"Margras, would you mind turning around, at least?" Arratra said to the flit, who chirped contritely, and manoeuvred himself so that he was facing forwards, and his tail fell down to Arratra's neck. Then he decided to clamber down to the candidate's left shoulder, which he did.
Arratra had to suppress a yelp when sharp claws grabbed his ear.
"Margras," he said quietly, "Don't grab that. That's my ear."
Margras, now sitting on Arratra's left shoulder, made a low, descending whistle.
Arratra gently brushed the flit's eye ridge, and he started humming.

Finally free to go to his breakfast, Arratra picked up his spoon and dug it into his cereal.

[Kila]

Sol all but stumbled into the Dining Hall, Hally nestled in her hair and Eccolath in tow. The young Weyrling's eyes were still half closed and surely weren't seeing all that she should. One hand was out against the wall- there both to hold her up and make sure she didn't run into anything on her way. When she moved forward it was in a slow shuffle, her frame bent slightly forward.

Eccolath, who followed behind her, was better off than Hers, but not by much. The Cyan had no quarrel with getting up in the mornings. It was dreams instead of sleep that plagued the dragonett, stealing her attention and playfully covering her eyes. Unlike hers, she was constantly in an on and off state of preoccupation, seeing everything instead of nothing.

Sol was dragged slightly out of her stupor when she banged her leg painfully on a table, making everything on it bump and her leg throb. "Shards," she sighed, grabbing onto the table to steady herself. Blinking, she saw a boy sitting at the table she had jut bumped into.

SolMine, are you ok? Eccolath asked with concern, her daydreams having been lifted like a curtain when she felt the sharp pang of pain from Hers. She wiggled close and looked straight up at Hers, resting her chin againt Sol's hip and leaning against her. She wiggled her wings and snorted, her concern adorable.

"Yeah, I'm fine love," she mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and dropping a hand to pat her head. "Hey, I'm sorry about that," she apolagized, turning to the boy whose breakfast she had interrupted. Se hoped she hadn't overturned and spilled anything.

[arratra]

Some of Arratra's cereal had slopped out of the bowl, and he was wiping it up with his napkin when the weyrling spoke.
Looking up, he shook his head, "It's alright. You look like something the feline dragged in; did you just wake up or something?"
Matren, who had been taking a gulp of klah, lowered the mug and looked ruefully at the mess that Arratra was cleaning up.

Margras on the other hand, was excited. He zoomed down to the cyan dragon and hovered in front of her nose, chirping cheerfully.

Arratra and Matren both laughed, and Arratra commented, "It looks like your dragonet has a fan."

[Kila]

Sol smiled at the boy's expression- she probably looked far worse than anything the feling would ever dare to drag. "Yes, I did just wake up, as it were. I'm not an early riser when I don't have to be," she explaned. Sol was no stranger to waking up at dawn to toil away at some dull chore or another, but at the Weyr it had not been required of her (Weyrling lessons taking place not quite so early) and she posatively basked in the luxury that was sleep. "I am sorry about your breakfast, though," she added, looking sadly at his spilt mess. "I was on my way to get some of my own and I know I'd've been in quite a tizzy if someone had done the same to me."

Eccolath blinked as Margras zoomed over to her and hovered excitedly just above her snout. Hello, little brother, she said with interest, snorting a puff of air up at him through her nose. Hally, the flitter that clung to Hers, was very shy and never came out to play with her like this. Why, these flitter things looked just like her- only smaller and in less pretty colors.

"Looks like she does have a fan, but that would make two," Sol said, laughing with the two men. "I'll always be Eccolath's number one fan." The Cyan introduced, though not directly, Sol thought it nessecary that she too give her name. "I'm Sol by the way," she added almost sheepishly. "You are?"

[arratra]

Margras spun around in midair and vanished Between, coming back a few moments later holding a glow.

Arratra smiled, "Yes, I understand. I am Arratra Smith a Candidate, and my flit there is Margras. This is my brother."
"Matren Smith, Smithcrafter," Matren said, nodding, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Arratra indicated the spilt cereal, "It's really no trouble. Just don't go doing it every day, OK?"
Arratra then noticed the glow in Margras' claws.
"Oh dear. Margras has a thing for glows," he said, indicating the one between the flit's claws, "He loves to play with them, and will sometimes give them to people as gifts. No dragon has ever spoken to him before, so he's probably very excited."

[Kila]

Sol and Eccolath both looked curiously at Margras when he reappeared with a glow in his claws. Eccolath was especially enchanted by it. SolMine, see? It is like the light in the sky is captured here; the Cyan marveled.

Rubkat is the sun in the sky, Ecco, but they are kinda similar. This is a glow; Sol explained.

Oh...... a glow.......

"It's nice to meet you Arratra, Matren," Sol said cordially when the two introduced themselves. "You two are Smiths? That's neat- what was it like before you came here?" she asked curiously. "And I do promise not to spill your cereal every day."

Eccolath was incredably pleased to find out that this "glow" that Hers spoke of was gift for her. How nice! Now she had her own little piece of... what had Hers called it? Sun! Thank you; she said, taking it carefully in her mouth.

[arratra]

Margras chirped excitedly, zoomed over to Arratra, and proceeded to orbit his head at a dizzying speed.
Arratra understood what the weyrling had just said and spoke up, 'Whoa, whoa, whoa. My surname is Smith. I was born a trader. Matren here was brought up in a Smithing Craftcot. My life before I came here was interesting, to say the least, but I've been bounced around the various Weyrs for two years now. It's beginning to get a little boring, even though it's basically just a continuation of the story of my life."
Matren took up the thread of the story, "I'm only an apprentice currently, but my Master said that I was almost ready to walk the tables before we became separated."
"He was found, shipwrecked, not far from one of the holds. P'nay never said which," Arratra said to clarify. "Margras, calm down," he added, as Margras zoomed by a little to close to his face for comfort.