Baby Shower [Chek!]

[Gray]

If there was one thing Disk was, it was persistent. And cheery. And in love with babies. But right now? It was persistent.
Dita promise. Is promise Disk see wherdragon. Is say Disk, Dita am take to see baby. Where baby Dita? Disk am no see baby here.[/color] The green was having none of his excuses today. She had waited patiently. She had been good! She had even let Dita sleep in, depriving her of pretty warm spring sun! And yet, she did not get to see the baby. She wanted to see this rather special baby. She wanted to see it now. So Dita would not be leaving until she did. Disk made sure of that, planting her bulky self in front of the entrance to their little room.

“Oooh Disk, I'm so sorry. I musta forgotten. You know I didn' mean to, right?” He looked up from his small desk, where he often fixed nets, or rods. Today though, he was working on his club. Dipping a rag into a bit of oil, he rubbed it into the wood. He thought it would be nice to make the wood look pretty, to bring out it's natural color.

Disk just growled softly, it was more a low rumbling that vibrated through her entire body. Marching over, she used her rather odd wings to knock over the oil pot and shoved her knobby head into his lap.
Disk am want to see baby now! No wait. No later. Now!
“Uh, ok then. We can do it now, I'm sure they're awake. Jonah?” The black peeped from his spot on Disk's back.
“Go find where the Wherdragon is, Disk wants ta see her an' her handler. Check both the Wherling barracks an' the Weyrling barracks.” With that said, he turned to mopping up the oil, thankful there wasn't much.
“I didn' know this meant so much to you. Didn' mean to make you so upset.”

Disk rumbled again, though there was no anger in this one. Her eyes whirled an apologetic yellow.
Disk am sorry. Disk want see baby! Disk want see Wherdragon and make friend! She crooned happily at her bonded. Already her anger forgotten. Impatiently, she watched Dita clean, waiting for the chirping and chattering of Jonah to break the silence.

She didn't have to wait long. Quickly, the trio made their exit, Dita mumbling about oil and how he hoped things were ok while he was gone. Disk cooing songs and sending rather harsh glares to any who seemed even slightly interested in going near their home. Rather uncharacteristic for the green, but Dita took no notice. As they neared the Wherling barracks, Disk's song got louder.
Hello am Disk! Disk want see Wherdragon. Come see Disk cute baby! Dita, not the least bit perturbed by his Wher's loudness, nor shouting, cleared his throat as Jonah neared the room.
“Hello, I'm Priderunner Dita, and this is Disk. If you aren't really doin' anything at the moment, she'd really like to meet the newest wher.”

[Chek]

It was Yhimere who answered the door to his tiny Wherling room, staring out at green and handler in harried bewilderment before coughing and being reminded of his manners, “Oh, yes, come in, please?” He winced a little, backing up and righting a small chair for Dita to sit in, “Please forgive the mess, we’ve been…ahhhh. Well. We got a present.”

Said present was revealed when Yhisk appeared from under the tilted bed, eyes focused and mouth gaping in a toothy grin as she scuttled across the floor in quick pursuit of a panicked, fleeing baby tunnelsnake. She managed to corner it against the far wall, ignoring their guests for a moment; and when it turned on her, hissing, she slapped it silly with her paw before slurping it up headfirst like some horrible noodle.

“Betahandler Damali gave us a gift basket, and Yhisk enjoys it a too little much,” said wher, noticing their guest, zipped over and scaled her handler like a tree, settling in draped over his head like a cowl as she claimed the high ground in order to properly investigate the intruders.

After a long, long moment of awkward silence, she shorted and went loose-limbed, her forepaws touching Yhimere’s face in little pat-pats. If want baby, look other. Yhisk mighty, not baby. Small now, only. She struck a noble pose in place.

[Gray]

Dita was rather used to stares. He did it a lot too! Sometimes just at the sky. Or grass. Or nothingness. Staring was good for a person, let their brain relax, let it take a itty bitty breather. So Dita, though other might be, was not offended in the least. He just grinned his usual, warm grin at the other handler.
“Why thank you, an' mess is what we're used to. Disk and I don't often have time ta clean. So this is nothin' we haven't seen before.” He quickly slipped back into his ususal speech patterns, no more trying to be formal.

With out much fuss he took the seat and let his eyes wander to the smaller green. Disk did the same, though her attention shifted quickly to Yhisk's current prey. Her eyes switched from green to yellow then settled on a rather green-y yellow often reserved for confusion. Dita's brows raised a bit and he sent his wher a sidelong glance before turning his attention back to Yhimere.
“Hah, I kin see that. Quite th' little hunter. Tunnelsnakes are good eatin' for whers and they're damn plentiful. Are you settlin' in well? I bet you're the first handler to ever impress at a dragon-only hatching.”

Disk puffed up a bit as the other green scaled her handler. Dita's eyes widened a bit, the first inklings of dread prickled at the back of his mind. Disk was about to lecture.
Is small-baby! Baby is small. Yhisk small, yes? But Yhisk not eat babies! Babies am precious special! Hug baby. Sing baby. No eat baby!

Dita chuckled a bit and placed a hand on Disk's wide head, causing a full body wiggle from the minty wher.
“Shhh now. You know you can't keep the tunnelsnakes Disk. If Yhisk didn't eat it, it might'a bit Yhimere. Now we don't want that, right?” Disk sulked. She dropped to the ground and huffed a mighty sigh, her eyes shifting to yellow once more.
Disk am no eat baby. Disk give Yhisk babies. Disk no eat. She stayed there for a moment before Dita nudged her with one leg. Rolling back to her feet, she bounced up with surprising quickness, her eyes brightening rapidly.
Yhisk am like warm? Disk am bask in sun. Yhisk come too? The transgression was already forgotten.
“Disk likes to lay in the early evening sun, if you cover their eyes up, it's fine. She's still lookin' for a baskin' buddy.”

[Chek]

While one green was easy to forgive, another was not. And Disk calling her authority on the biting and eating of all the things into question…no. Not allowed.

Yhisk snarled loudly (though most would interpret it as cutely) and streaked down her handler’s body to the ground, zipping over and puffing up right in front of Disk, Yhisk am dragon, not baby! Yhisk eat ALL tasty baby, bite in face then eat. Best live! DISK BABY, YHISK EAT BABY!

She then lunged upward and sank her needle teeth in Disk’s lower jaw; her bite wouldn’t really hurt, but by Faranth she was going to establish dominance. Not content, though, she howled, hanging from Disk’s mouth, Sun stupiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid, too bright! Fire warm betttttter! Disk stuuuuuupiiiiiid!

Yhimere jolted forwards, intending to remove his wheret from the older wher’s face, but then flinched back uncertainly; what was protocol in this situation? Did Dita need to pull Yhisk off, was it rude to touch another handler’s wher even if your own tiny, tiny wher was biting her in the face?

He slapped his hand to his face, shifting from foot to foot, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Can I…I can get her off but I don’t want to offend you – either of you – or get bitten! I wish Newt was here, he’d be able to deal with this.” Admittedly, Yhimere’s odd friend would deal with it by adding awesome new scars to his collection, but that wasn’t here or now.

[Gray]

In a moment things turned, and Dita just sort of watched. He knew Disk would be able to handle things. The littler green's snarl was almost adorable, but the tirade that came after was not. Disk rumbled a bit, and Dita wondered if she was laughing. Disk was not a baby! Everyone else was babies, and Disk had to take care of all of them! The green plopped down, she could not really defend against Yhisk, she was too small! Disk would surely hurt her. So when the other lunged she just sat there.

Dita instantly sat up. Oh no, this was not good, but Disk curled the end of her long tail around his leg.
Yhisk like fire? Sun is better than fire! Cover eyes, then sun no hurt! Sun warm is best warm. Disk not try sleep by fire. Yhisk show Disk? The bite was not too painful, though little beads of ichor dotted the surface, but if Yhisk was going to be a bad baby, than Disk was going to have to punish her.

“Oh, no. Don' worry. Disk tends ta anger some of th' more.. volatile whers. She's really too soft.” He raised from his seat to pat Disk on the side.
“She won't bite. She's isn't big on violence. Not to say she won't whollop someone iffin' they need it though.” At that moment, Disk sat up for Yhimere, turning so he could easily get to Yhisk.
Yhisk bad baby. Disk punish. Disk sit on Yhisk until understand. Bad babies needed affection, and if that didn't work, well, a good thump with one of her claws would work, right?

“No no Disk, y'can't sit on her. You'd crush her.”
Not sit sit. No smush. Cuddlesit. Keep down. Love until better. Disk's tone was not as happy as it had been. If Yhisk did not want to be her friend, then Disk would not treat her like one. She would be like badbaby Burlesk and would be cared for just like that, with a stern attitude and a growl.