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30.Aug.13, 06:37 AM
What was the point, Ravana wanted to know, of owning a flit, babysitting dogs trained to guard and having an overly protective green dragon permanently in her head if they couldn't keep her personal belongings inside of her hut where they belonged?
She would have loved to know who had gotten into her hut, and it was sinking in that it had been broken into. She narrowed her eyes then. Berani. If they had done it once, they would do it again. They could have done more than simply take her letters. They could have hurt her daughter.
She was making her hut more secure. Soon.
She watched S'kef warily, weighing the satisfaction of tossing him out on his ass versus the havoc it would cause. She was unaware of her rage showing in her eyes, though Stubborn stayed calm, chattering away to Flit.
The gold flit took off from Ravana's shoulder, circling around S'kef and Flit in welcome, then darted off to grab something to show her friend.
Ravana eyed S'kef warily, debating between an honest answer and fobbing him off with the silly useless green rider act. She suspected neither would make him go away.
She'd buy time. She walked to her kitchen area. "Sit down. I'll fix us something to drink." She was better equipped than most of the weyr here, since she preferred to do her cooking mostly at home. She pulled her juice from the metal insulated box she kept it in. That box could keep food hot or cold for most of the day if she was careful with it. She put chilled juice in it each night and usually had some cold all day.
The motions of shaking it up, pouring it and gathering up a bowl of dried fruit and nuts to serve. By the time she was done, she had tucked her rage away, and could smile politely at S'kef.
She had also decided not to play stupid. T'rel was too close to him for it to work. She settled food before him, treating him like a proper guest so her dragon and firelizard wouldn't get upset. Stubborn wasn't the problem. Shanith was.
"We're going home, I think soon. No choice really...We're running low on candidates and Stealing more of them isn't an option. The weyr would revolt over it. With so many golds now...and we can't hide here forever. Once we do, I will hand deliver them to my son."
Ravana took a sip of her juice, tapping her finger on her glass. It was then that Shanith found Tyrrisath.Hi Tyrri... Ravana covered her concentration with a sip of juice and gently nudged Shanith's thoughts from being friendly to the brown to something else. Oh! Gotta go! I forgot that I was supposed to fetch Berani from C'lev! See you later!
Ravana breathed a sigh of relief as Shanith did leave the brown alone to go get Berani, and set her cup down. Her dragon being early would be taken for the signal it was, that Ravana needed her kept busy for a bit. Most of her friends knew it and had no problem keeping the green out of Ravana's hair when asked.
She would have loved to know who had gotten into her hut, and it was sinking in that it had been broken into. She narrowed her eyes then. Berani. If they had done it once, they would do it again. They could have done more than simply take her letters. They could have hurt her daughter.
She was making her hut more secure. Soon.
She watched S'kef warily, weighing the satisfaction of tossing him out on his ass versus the havoc it would cause. She was unaware of her rage showing in her eyes, though Stubborn stayed calm, chattering away to Flit.
The gold flit took off from Ravana's shoulder, circling around S'kef and Flit in welcome, then darted off to grab something to show her friend.
Ravana eyed S'kef warily, debating between an honest answer and fobbing him off with the silly useless green rider act. She suspected neither would make him go away.
She'd buy time. She walked to her kitchen area. "Sit down. I'll fix us something to drink." She was better equipped than most of the weyr here, since she preferred to do her cooking mostly at home. She pulled her juice from the metal insulated box she kept it in. That box could keep food hot or cold for most of the day if she was careful with it. She put chilled juice in it each night and usually had some cold all day.
The motions of shaking it up, pouring it and gathering up a bowl of dried fruit and nuts to serve. By the time she was done, she had tucked her rage away, and could smile politely at S'kef.
She had also decided not to play stupid. T'rel was too close to him for it to work. She settled food before him, treating him like a proper guest so her dragon and firelizard wouldn't get upset. Stubborn wasn't the problem. Shanith was.
"We're going home, I think soon. No choice really...We're running low on candidates and Stealing more of them isn't an option. The weyr would revolt over it. With so many golds now...and we can't hide here forever. Once we do, I will hand deliver them to my son."
Ravana took a sip of her juice, tapping her finger on her glass. It was then that Shanith found Tyrrisath.
Ravana breathed a sigh of relief as Shanith did leave the brown alone to go get Berani, and set her cup down. Her dragon being early would be taken for the signal it was, that Ravana needed her kept busy for a bit. Most of her friends knew it and had no problem keeping the green out of Ravana's hair when asked.
