Time to Ransack the Kitchens (Kyril)

[kia]

Classes had been over for a while, and Gulath was still hungry. His Mine had refused to give him the full carcass this morning, and the run had made him even hungrier. He could not help that he was born with his veracious appetite. After all, it made him stand out different from the rest of the dragons. Then again, all of the dragon that Hatched in the last clutch were very different from others. Gulath sat and stared at N`tal while the man slept. N`tal had refused to take Gulath to the kitchens after the lesson. He said that Gulath would do nothing but beg and beg and that the Blue needed to be taught to control his hunger.

Gulath felt his stomach rumbled. He gave a soft whimper before standing up. If his Mine was not going to get him some food, then Gulath would get his own food. Maybe Mine would be please with him if he did! Gulath could feed himself and N`tal would never have to worry about cutting it up for him. Though N`tal did like staring at the sword of his he always wore. Without waking his Mine and trying not to disturb their roommates, Gulath made his way out of the barracks. He then stopped, remembering something. Rather, it was a someone.

Irath, you want to come with me to the kitchens for some food? I remembered you express interest in coming earlier, Gulath said, reaching out to contact the Green. He sat there, waiting for the Green to reply. He was very hungry, and he wanted to go now, be it with company or by himself. Though he thought of company pleased him, talking about certain things like what human tasted the best and why Perbaith and his Mine seemed to be different from the group.

[kyrillion]

Tesla had, at long last, fallen asleep. Though she was still troubled by Irath's behavior at the lesson (or rather, by the lack of trouble the green had caused), her apprehension was not enough to keep her awake. She was absolutely exhausted; the Hatching had temporarily cured her of her insomnia, and she had a lot of rest to catch up on. Irath, in the mean time, had discovered that she was capable of patience. It had taken some time for Hers to stop turning and fidgeting, and for her breath to even out. Even then, the green had waited quietly beside the bed, feigning sleep and waiting until she knew for certain that Hers was deeply asleep, and dreaming.

She stood, taking a few tentative steps towards the door. No reaction. A few more steps, and still Tesla remained fast asleep. And then, as if on cue, she heard Gulath's invitation, and responded in her characteristically haughty manner.
Of course I do, Gulath! I was already on my way.[/color]
Padding softly out into the hallway, she held her army-green head high, her crimson eyes whirling with excitement and anticipation. It wasn't long before she spied the dark blue, partly obscured by shadow. This was going to be fun! Drawing up beside him, she said:
I am here! Let's go.[/color]

And with that she was heading towards the Kitchens, letting the smells of human food guide her way. Her pace and body language suggested she owned the entire Weyr - none would think to question why she was out here without her human! Or at least, that was the hope. As long as they could make it to the Kitchens, they'd have enough time and opportunity to wreak an acceptable amount of havoc.

[kia]

Gulath followed his nose (and his stomach) to the kitchens. The Blue was feeling very hungry and ravenous, wanting to eat before his Mine woke up. Oh, certainly, N`tal would be furious at him and would yell at him for hours, but at least he could be yelled at on a full stomach. Which lead him to his next thought. He wondered what human food tasted like. He had seen the images from N`tal`s mind whenever the man came back from eating, complaining that the wherry meat did not have enough seasoning in it. Seasoning? What was that? Was it like a bug that tasted wonderfully? His stomach growled at the thoughts and possibilities of the food and how amazing it might all taste. His eyes began to whirl in shades of greens and blue. I wonder what human food tastes like. I wonder if it will be better, or if it will taste the same, he said to Irath, speeding up a little to get to the kitchens faster.

Gulath finally saw the kitchens in his sites. He tried to move his legs as fast as they would carry him, his tail like a snake and just being dragged along. He almost spread his wings with pure joy as he spotted the first human. But the human did not see him. Maybe it was because of his and Irath`s dark hides hid them in the shadows. But it seemed that this human was the only kitchen drudge working at the moment. With no other humans in sight, Gulath seized the moment to run into the kitchens. The smells wafted over him, sending so many smells up his noise. He could have almost salivated. He moved over to the stove, trying to be careful of the fire and heat, and looked up at the cooking wherry meat.

[kyrillion]

Irath gave a role of her crimson eyes at Gulath's speculations. Honestly, she didn't give a wherry's feather what human food tasted like. It was probably revolting; wouldn't more dragons eat it, if it weren't? In any event, the only thing she was interested in now was the chaos-wreaking aspect of their current venture. A deep, satisfied growl erupted from her throat as she thought about all the damage they were about to inflict upon the Weyr. People would run from them, screaming. She would terrify them. She, Irath, was terrifying!

Tail lashing from side to side in excitement, she gave Gulath a forceful, conspiratory nudge with her shoulder. She was never anything but rough; thankfully, Gulath was rather bigger than her, and could no doubt withstand her aggressive antics. She was mildly impressed by the blue, to be honest, though she'd never say so aloud; he, of all of her siblings, was the only one with the guts to do something like this. And not only that, he'd been the one to suggest it in the first place. Still, any affection she might have held for her partner-in-crime was, of course, translated into criticism.

There isn't enough food on Pern to fill your stomach, Gulath. I don't know why you bother trying.

Soon enough they were at the dining hall, and the one drudge on duty didn't even notice them! So far, things were going perfectly. Baring her teeth in a draconic grin, she was caught off guard when Gulath suddenly darted for the kitchens. Tossing her head indignantly, she followed him, quick on her feet despite her size. Gulath, who predictably headed straight for some food, was dismissed from her thoughts in her excitement. Pausing, she took a moment to survey the room, and determine what would be best to mess with first. Eyeing a large pot of something sitting on a counter, filled with some sort of liquid (stew? klah?), she gave a hiss of satisfaction and lunged for it. Rearing up on her hind legs, she swiped it with a paw, and sent the thing clattering to the ground, the liquid spilling out across the floor. The table followed, as she wrapped her tail around a leg and hauled it onto its side.

She let out a roar, as loud as she could make it, in the hopes of send any cooks or humans in the vicinity running for cover. Launching forward again, she slipped and skittered in the stew (she was pretty sure it was stew) on the floor, before reaching a shelf with lined bags of flour and sugar. Seizing one in her jaws, she dragged it to the floor and proceeded to shake it from side to side, much like a dog would do to a toy. After a moment of this, she over-balanced and fell to the floor, the bag of flour flying out of her grasp and spilling its contents everywhere, mixing rather unappealingly with the stew.

Staggering to her feet, she snarled and pounced on the bag - how dare it trip her! Tearing into it, she began to shred the thing, bits and pieces of it tossing into the air around her. After a moment, her mindvoice began to radiate laughter.
Isn't this fun, Gulath? How does your human food taste?[/color]

[kia]

Gulath stood up on his hind legs, like a cat trying to see over something or beg for food. The human food smell delicious. Unlike raw meat, which smell of blood and slight decay, this food had soo many smells to it. Why couldn`t their food smell just this great. Stretching his neck, he use the front teeth to grab the food from the hot stove so he would not burn himself. He pulled the food and dropped it on the floor. It was some kind of Wherry meat. But not all Wherries were the same, since there were different species in the north, south, in mountains, and in jungles. He did not care. He sunk his teeth into the hot food. He pulled back, holding his tongue out of his mouth as he had burned his tongue on the hot food. He looked over at Irath, but the Green had not noticed him. Good, this was embarrassing to burn your tongue and have it hanging out of your mouth. He finally sat on the floor and dug his teeth again into the meat. He tore off the first, white-to-brown meat chunk off and chewed it. The flavors were so good! There was soo many of them. Spices, he remembered. How could his Mine complain about this food when it tasted so wonderful. He tore into the meat some more.

Gulath looked up from half-way through the food. His eyes were whirling in many colors. This is very good! We should demand our food to taste like this. Human are so lucky. But he looked down at the floured mixed stew and seem to pull his head away from the mess. Though, that human food does not seemed very good, he added. Right as he added that, there was a scream at the door. Gulath looked up and daw the kitchen drudge had returned to see them and the mess. She screamed for help, wanting these menaces out of her kitchen, but scared to go close to them because they were dragon with long, sharp, razor-like teeth. Gulath chuckled at the woman, glad to see that as a dragon, you did carry some power. He bugled at her, warning her off. But she kept standing there, screaming her sharding head off.

N`tal`s eyes flew open. He did not know. Just felt something. He clutched his sword in his hand and sat up, looking around. There was one dark spot in the room, which was his roommate`s dragon. Where was Gulath. The young man was infuriated that Gulath would just go off and wonder alone. He would have to teach that Blue straight, that Gulath better listen to him or else something bad could happen. He reached out to Gulath`s mind, but the Blue pushed him away. N`tal growled as he got dressed and walked out the room. As soon as he heard the scream, he pinpointed where it came from. "Sharding dimglow, wherry-brain dragon," he muttered as he started walking up the stairs, heading to the dining hall and to the kitchens to retrieve his dragon. Gulath was in trouble, and N`tal was not going to end up with extra chores for this. No, he was not!

[kyrillion]

Irath eyed Gulath's wherry-leg curiously, but before she could go over and demand a piece, some air-headed kitchen worker stumbled upon their efforts and started screaming. Personally insulted by the shrill, unappealing noise, Irath relinquished the bag of flour in favor of scaring off the human. Roaring, as loud and frightening a sound as she could make, she flapped her wings and lashed her tail. Hoping that would do the trick, and realizing that their time was now limited, the green spun back around and searched for something else to destroy...

Back in the barracks, Tesla was not awakened initially by her dragon's antics, but rather by someone rushing past her door. Blinking groggily, she turned over with every intention of going back to sleep... until she noticed that she was quite alone in the room. Sitting up, startled and initially concerned for her dragonet, she reached out for her... and was firmly denied. Irath was quite all right, then, but hiding something from her! Dread suffused her; this must have been what she was up to at the lesson.

She didn't even want to contemplate what trouble her hell-raising dragon might have gotten into while she was asleep; practically launching out of bed, skinny limbs flailing, she snatched a coat up off the floor and threw it on, darting into the hallway and out into the bowl. It seemed she wasn't the only one about, though; the very person who'd run by her door a minute ago was headed for the kitchens, too. And she had a pretty good idea who it was. "N'tal! Wait for me!"

Irath had located a few tray full of pastries - probably for the next morning's breakfast. They rested on platters, that in turn were stacked on a cart - a cart she promptly launched herself at, and shoved hover. Sprawled across the ground, no bigger than the cart itself really, she snatched up one of the scattered pastries and bit into it. And promptly spit it out. Human food! She'd known it would be revolting!

Hissing, she jumped to her feet and darted back towards Gulath, pausing only to tear into another bag of flour on her way there. Her army-green hide was nearly white with the stuff, now. When she reached Gulath and tried to stop, though, she ended up slipping in the stew-and-flour mix on the floor, and collided roughly with the bigger blue, no doubt streaking his own hide with flour in the process.
Gah! Gulath, you klutz-[/color] Nevermind, of course, that she had been the one to run into him, -it is time to take our leave, I think. Before our humans get here, yes?[/color] She attempted, more than once, to stand as she made this declaration, but the stew seemed to be everywhere, now, and was more than a little slippery on the slick floors.

[kia]

The kitchen drudge continued to scream and scream, calling for help that was arriving slowly. In her mind she just wanted to be rid of the crazy beasts that was destroying all her hard work. She had been cooking this meal for the Weyrwoman since this morning. Now all that was left was a soup spilt over and a wherry leg half-eaten.

Gulath watched the woman continued to panic at the sight of them. He would of rolled his eyes if he could. In fact, he probably sort of did, though his head made the faintest of movements from doing so. He was about to return to eating his meal when Irath crashed into him, yelling at him for being a clumsy idiot. The Blue looked over at her, nor angry or annoyed, cause why would he be that way toward a friend when he knew was a total accident. He looked at her with green eyes hat held a faint blue around the edges. Sorry, Irath, he said to her. You are probably right. We should be leaving now. I think I can feel Mine getting closer, he said, trying to stand up. But, like Irath before him, he tried to stand up, only to slip and fall again, his wings spreading out as if a human spread their hands to try to catch their fall. His left wing seemed to cover Irath as both dragons were now covered in flower. Gulath looked over his army-blue hide and lamented at seeing the White. He liked looking blue.

N`tal heard a voice calling out to him. He flinched at first, recognizing the voice, and turned to face Tesla. Except, the girl was by herself and not with her Green. This did bring some curiosity to N`tal`s mind. Why would she venture out without her dragon? Perhaps the Green was asleep and she saw N`tal heading toward the kitchens and wanted to join him. But, as he reached out to Gulath to find out what was going on, N`tal knew all too well why she was following him. He sighed. "I think we are going to have a pair of sick dragons on our hands after we catch them," he said, not trying to sound mean but not really sounding nice. He was more annoyed with Gulath than he was being the company of this girl. Well, at least they had one thing in common with one another: Their dragons could not be trusted together. And N`tal certainly knew that after this adventure, Gulath and Irath would more than likely be partners-in-crime for other little events.

Upon arriving on the scene, N`tal gave Gulath a scowling look. The Blue looked up at his mind, his eyes now whirling in the distressing colors of orange. Not from fear or worry, but from something else. Mine, I feel sick, the Blue said. N`tal rolled his eyes. That is because human food is not made for dragons. Any pity that might have been there was quickly replaced by rage and slight joy at seeing the destruction in the kitchen. Rage because he knew that they would be in trouble with that PurpleRider, but joy because this destruction was beyond something N`tal may have never thought of if he had not Impressed and the Renegades did not take him with them.