Flitterbugs! (open)

[jaehaerys]

A'rys had by accident or sheer stupidity fallen asleep against one of the walls curled up against a rather comfortable rock. The tall rider was tucked in a way that he wasn't in anyone's way and dragons could see him easily so they didn't land on him. He had been sunbathing with Grigorith but heat had the same affect on him as most lizards and he began slowly drooping off forgetting the most important words he could ever remember to say to his dragon. Do not..get in..trouble.

Grigorith watched his rider for a bit calm enough to allow the afternoon sunlight to bask over his jet black form muscles rippling as he shifted a bit. A rock fell and clinked downward against the others bellow him and his claws froze poised over the dirt to see if A'rys was awake.

Nope.

Lips drew back over his maw and he was grinning or as close as he could get. Shifting as quiet as he could the monstrously bulky black shifted forward to nudge his unconscious rider. He shifted his arm up and let it drop limply back to the mans side and still he slept. Perfect he knew the man needed sleep he had been in pain since they got here and with a loving nuzzle to his scarred face he awkwardly tugged the riders blanket over his legs to cover him up snorting down at him. He would have to remind his rider that he did indeed hiccup in his sleep-he never did believe him.Surely he'd be okay for a bit though the look he cast his rider was a nervous one. He never did like leaving him alone for long. He'd be fine though and he wasn't going far he just wanted to look about. Earlier the day before he had seen little sparkly lizards flying about below his ledge and he wanted to see if he could find one.

A'ry never let him have a sparkly lizard nor did he tell him why. Something about him not being able to care for one. Hurmph. Really he would be taking care of it so why wasn't it okay?Grigorith padded his way along the weyrbowl scarred wings tucked upward a bit membrane dragging from where the never healed tears left pieces hanging. He looked like some obscene dog head held upward to the sky muscled core flexing with every step and the faint click as his over long talons dragged over the rocks with every step.Surely there was a shiny some where-there!

Twisting the dragon snapped his maw together trying to get the firebug that just flew past keeping his tongue in the way so he didn't swallow or bite down on it. He wanted the shiny wanted wanted! He needed a new one and he was bored and that was never a good mix.Here flitterbugs, Uncle Grigi will give you food... He crooned outward gently sending pictures of what he thought flitterbugs would like to eat, which really wasn't anything but colors mixed and vibrating and pulsing a sickening display in itself.

[zeis]

With Risk's eggs hardening on the sands, Baharl had quite wisely, she thought, decided to start trying to change her sleeping schedule as soon as possible. The Wher eggs could very likely hatch at any moment, and the more prepared she was to deal with her bonded's nocturnal needs the more time and devotion she could spare the little creature. Forethought was the sign of a responsible person, wasn't it? A responsible adult. She had devised a cunning plan to trick her body into thinking night was day, and day was night. She had stayed up all night the night previous, and had kept herself quite amused in the Dining Hall mostly in the company of that shy boy, Zeis. It had worked exactly as she had planned. When Rukbat rose in the sky and signaled the start of the day, Baharl retreated numbly back to her room in the Candidates Barracks, and had collapsed like a heap of stone into her bed. She fell asleep almost before she hit the furs, and lay there like a woman in a coma, snoring fit to wake the dead. There was a somewhat stupid drooling smile on her face as she slept, as if she were pleased with how well her plan was working already.

The strange girls near constant companion, the still young Purple Firelizard who had only a handful of seven-days beforehand come into this world, was less pleased with the machinations of His. This girl had spent nearly the whole day previous with him and more, but that wasn't the point. Today when their fun should have begun again, he had awoken from his peaceful dreaming not to find His smiling down at him, ready to start the day. Instead he had been rudely thrust from his dream by the body of his bonded hitting the bed next to him, startling him into the air with a shrill squeak. What was she doing? This wasn't the time for sleep! This was the time for play! He fluttered down onto her back and clambered over onto her shoulder, to thrust his whirling and demanding gaze into her line of vision.

He whistled at her to wake up, but still she just lay there, drooling. Feeling slightly insulted, the little creature obnoxiously clambered into the girls hair, hoping the discomfort would rouse her. He arched his slender neck downward to gage her reaction, but still she slept. Spiral gave an affronted chattering sound that His didn't seem to hear, and craned his neck back toward the door. So what if His wanted to spend the day sleeping away? There were other ways to have fun. He could have fun on his own if she wanted to be boring. With a decisive sounding whistle, he launched off the bed and took wing. It wasn't long before the clever little Purple managed to worm through the Barracks and find his way outside, hopefully unseen.

The outside was so big, so much bigger that the little room he'd just left. He could really spread his wings here. The little creature flew strangely, ascending up into the air and dropping back toward the ground in a twirling and whirling display of lavender wings. The effect was dizzying and thrilling, and Spiral gave out great peals of chattering with every dive he took. He may have been able to sneak outside unnoticed, but the little Purple was really a very unsubtle creature when it came to everything else. He could fly normally sure, but that was easy and so boring. It took a clever mind and a quick wing to pull off the magnificent, in his mind, dives and turns that he did.

It was during one of these dives that he heard a deep and cajoling voice he was totally unfamiliar with. Coupled with that was a brightly colorful and shifting barrage of mental images. He gave a dizzied whistle of surprise, and his crazy spiral leveled into more even and normal flying. What was that? It hadn't been the commanding voice he'd heard that one time before, no this one seemed... friendlier? Plus it claimed to have food. If it was a Wher then it would have a lot of food, and if it was a Dragon then... it would have even more food than that! Red mingled with curious and elated colors in his small faceted eyes, and he promptly resumed his odd whirling flight in the direction of the voice. Chirping loudly to let the stranger know he was coming, and weakly attempting to send his own images of colors and cartoonishly blurred landscape, which he was still a bit too young to form correctly.

[Birdy]

Asterin, like a good little wher candidate, was asleep in his lovely dark room on this fine day. His firelizard on the other hand, was wide awake. Kire sat, horribly conflicted, on the stack of books the blond had worked so hard to get in the right order. If Asterin was going to sleep during the day then how was anyone going to see HIM? You couldn’t see a flit at night, his gorgeous hide blended in with the night. But Asterin was the one who fed him and oiled his perfect hide. His good looks weren’t something he was hatched with you know. His eyes whirled reds and yellows, what was he supposed to do now?

After a few more minutes of careful thinking the purple stretched his wings and leapt off the books, his decision made. But how was he going to get out of this dratted room? He really wasn’t a fan of going /between/ the cold was bad for his hide and how was anyone supposed to admire him if he just appeared wherever he wanted to go? Well, if he didn’t get outside then no one would see him…that was bad too! With an annoyed hiss the purple blinked /between/ appearing on the other side of Asterin’s door with a tiny pop.

The purple darted through the corridors and quickly found himself outside of the barracks! Sweet sunlight! It suited him so well! Just lok at how it made his hide shine! He was beautiful. The purple trilled happily, looking around for someone to see him. To his dismay there was only really one person about and they were asleep. He circled the bowl once, then twice, waiting and hoping that someone would see him.

He stopped midflight at the rush of pictures and colors from the dragon. Food? That was good! He always needed to keep his figure, he didn’t want to be a raggedy flit! With a flutter of wings the flit was heading off in the opposite direction. Kire had seen the black during his rounds before, assuming he was bonded to the sleeping man. Well maybe he’d see how beautiful he was and wake His to show him. You hadn’t lived if you hadn’t seen him of course!

[theknightwhosaysni]

While T'lar and Feeroneth were otherwise engaged, it was just Meggo and Akal in his room in the barracks. Akal was sleeping peacefully, for once (it was the only time he was ever peaceful), and Meggo was curled up in a small patch of leftover warmth from when His had been sleeping there. His bronze hide had been welcoming the warmth, anyways, and he was perfectly happy to just doze.

A voice interrupted his sleep, though. Meggo gave an unhappy hiss as he shot awake from the sleep that had claimed him.

Akal merely stirred and opened one lazy eye, letting out a satisfied croon that whatever it was had interrupted Meggo's sleep.

Meggo snorted and flared his wings. He was hungry, and the voice was promising food. The swirls of color were a little . . . strange, and rather dizzying, but Meggo didn't mind. Anyone that would give him, Meggo, the very greatest flitter that had ever walked the planet, was officially climbing higher and higher in his regard with every second that passed.

Meggo flared his wings and launched himself into the air, winging in the direction of the Bowl. That was the most likely place that the voice would be, right? But did it matter, really? Meggo crooned happily as he flapped his wings, headed for the Bowl.

[jaehaerys]

Grigorith had actually brought food..sort of. Technically, in his own mind he had brought some with him. He didn't entirely mean to hurt the firelizards when they showed up and he was always hungry anyway considering the amount of awesome muscle he had to keep filled in. The straps he almost always wore twisted as he shifted tucking his head under his wing to tug free a small pack there. Surely A'rys wouldn't miss his lunch right? Right. It was silly people food anyway things like 'meatrolls' and other such tiny riff raff. What a funny thing his rider was didn't he know eating a nice juicy screaming runner was the only way to grow good and proper?! Setting the pack before him, nudging it this way and that till it was in proper order for him he sat down and waited patiently flicking his wings.

One must not be impatient when hunting for shinies he found out. They tended to come on their own terms, and one must always have the proper bait, yes yes indeedly. His head tilted almost upside down as he waited nostrils flaring and maw open to taste the wind and -there! He got a response of colors back and for a moment Grigi snorted in disgust. Amateurish! Really these shiniebugs. With a shake of his head he built where he was-except how he saw it. Craggy rocks, the sky a shade to pink and to blue and wouldn't stop moving, but it was the weyrbowl and the huge rock he was next to at least. He cast that out to the flitterbugs who had 'spoke' back to him.

Twisting he spotted a purple, he liked purple! and with a half warble half croon he held his bulky head outward. Come here little flitterblugs Unclegrigi had food fort you...

Flitterblugs come come yes? Food good food, tasty foods, play with Unclegrigi? Scratches on wings, flutterbugs can rub away? He asked twisting this way and that to admire the nearest flitter bug with want. Such a beautiful color his color he didn't have a color like that in his pile perhaps the flitterbug wouldn't mind going in the pile?

Shifting his backside in the air Grigorith opened his mouth completely waiting to see if he could catch one. Just a snap, just one.

[zeis]

Spiral might have been suspicious if he were an older Flit, perhaps one born into the wild and not necessarily familiar with the constant presence of dragons. But as it was, he was young, foolish, born into a world of dragon scent and voices, and Impressed to a foolishly fearless girl. The strange Dragon's offer didn't set off any warning-bells in his little flitter brain, and if anything he found the bizarre picture of the world thrust back into his mind alluring. How strange, how bizarre, how... original! He whirled a bit higher into the air, angling in the directions shown to him, and soon catching sight of his would be benefactor. He whistled a greeting and pumped his tiny wings, speeding up to reach his destination though he never faltered in his meandering and whirling course.

The Purple Firelizard had seen dragons plenty in his short little life, but he had never been addressed by one or really been near one. The idea of playing with one had never really crossed his short sighted little mind. They were so big! What sort of games did they play? What did his Unclegrigi do for fun? As he winged closer, his multi-faceted eyes locked on the Dragon's flitter-bait, and his eyes whirled red with hunger. He had not yet eaten today, and his appetite was as voracious as his Own. He fluttered a short distance away from the stranger a moment, lingering, before diving toward the food with a decisive and voracious chirp.

He'd eat his fill, and then after that he and Unclegrigi would play. Then maybe the bigger draconic creature would let the lavender flit stretch out on his back, and soak up the sun. Today was turning out to be a splendid day after all without His here.