31.Aug.19, 01:20 AM
Eb’zer felt overwhelmed; not because he was overworked, but because he felt he wasn’t able to do enough for the young riders and their younger babies. He wanted to reassure them that they would be fine, but he knew that wasn’t true. It wasn’t a lie, but with each of the infants so small and so skinny, there was no guarantee that they would make it, and Eb’zer was loath to give them false hope. Besides, each of them were smart enough to know how close each of the infants were to death. But priority was keeping them alive, and Eb’zer was taking that very seriously, especially with Zellekath mentally hovering over his shoulder.
With the time rounding out again, Eb’zer had finished his lunch and taken Zellekath down to hunt before the green flew him back, bringing her kill with her so she could sit in the Weyrbowl and eat while remaining close. He’d oiled a dry spot on her nose, and then left her to check on his charges. Eb’zer washed his hands thoroughly in the tub that was at each of the weyr doors; they doubted that they could transfer anything to the Hatchlings, but why be sloppy when a few minutes of being cautious would prevent tragedy?
Making his way through the empty common room, Eb’zer peeked into the first door he reached, and smiled wryly at Beckitt - B’kit - and greeted him quietly before turning to watch as Erebuth shimmied off the bed and hid behind his rider. Eb’zer smiled at the dragonet, crouching down to be much closer to his level, and holding out a chew toy; it was designed for the canines the herders kept; a series of strips of dried meat and leather, woven together into knots and ties that could keep an animal occupied for quite a while. Since Erebuth had a tendency to eat so regularly, Eb’zer wanted to try and occupy the dragonet between meals, to try and get him eating less frequently and more at each meal.
“I got this for you,” he told the little dragon, smiling, and let it go when Erebuth took it tentatively. Standing up, Eb’zer turned his gaze back to B’kitt. “Anything to report?” He asked, quiet and polite but business none the less. He enjoyed socialising with the three new riders, but preferred to make sure all business related things were out of the way first — especially because one moment of blindness could result in death or irreparable damage to the dragons.
With the time rounding out again, Eb’zer had finished his lunch and taken Zellekath down to hunt before the green flew him back, bringing her kill with her so she could sit in the Weyrbowl and eat while remaining close. He’d oiled a dry spot on her nose, and then left her to check on his charges. Eb’zer washed his hands thoroughly in the tub that was at each of the weyr doors; they doubted that they could transfer anything to the Hatchlings, but why be sloppy when a few minutes of being cautious would prevent tragedy?
Making his way through the empty common room, Eb’zer peeked into the first door he reached, and smiled wryly at Beckitt - B’kit - and greeted him quietly before turning to watch as Erebuth shimmied off the bed and hid behind his rider. Eb’zer smiled at the dragonet, crouching down to be much closer to his level, and holding out a chew toy; it was designed for the canines the herders kept; a series of strips of dried meat and leather, woven together into knots and ties that could keep an animal occupied for quite a while. Since Erebuth had a tendency to eat so regularly, Eb’zer wanted to try and occupy the dragonet between meals, to try and get him eating less frequently and more at each meal.
“I got this for you,” he told the little dragon, smiling, and let it go when Erebuth took it tentatively. Standing up, Eb’zer turned his gaze back to B’kitt. “Anything to report?” He asked, quiet and polite but business none the less. He enjoyed socialising with the three new riders, but preferred to make sure all business related things were out of the way first — especially because one moment of blindness could result in death or irreparable damage to the dragons.