23.Mar.12, 01:17 AM
One of the kitchenfolk was staring him down as if he had recreated the plague and set it loose upon Katila Weyr. In a way, he imagine he had by letting Charath into the kitchens with him. But, he couldn't leave his green dragonet behind - not only would she still talk in his head, but she'd be whining the entire time about him not letting her have any fun. The kitchens were a playground for her, with so many people to play with and trick! Her latest antic had been an attempt to switch some spices on one of the cooks - but she was so big, and the spice jars so small that the cook had caught on fairly quickly to Charath's attempt. The dragonet had squawked at being discovered, and the spice jar in her mouth had been unceremoniously dropped onto the ground. Predictably it broke, and predictably the cook wanted to not only yell at Charath, but at Erisi as well.
He restrained his tongue, and Erisi restrained the urge to smile smugly at the man. Some people found Charath's antics endearing, so half of the kitchen was watching her games fondly while the other half was dreading her next mistake. In the end, everyone seemed to know better than to yell at her, and were kind enough to an exhausted Weyrling not to yell at him either. Honestly, all he had come to the Kitchens for was a snack. He was eating from a bowl of fruit, carefully plucking out the most appealing bits and eating only those. Every so often, Charath would wander back to his side, and in passing he'd slip her the tiniest bit of cooked meat that was supposed to end up in a pie. He didn't give her that much, but it was still enough to make the dragonet feel spoiled.
Erisi should have been more upset by the trouble Charath was getting into, but within his first day of knowing his dragonet, he had learned that it was better someone else got stuck at the end of one of her bad pranks than himself. Still, when she started to push the limits by reaching for some grounded flour, he stepped up to try and rein her in. "Don't."
Why?
"You'll get it on your face, and I just spent too long cleaning you up today."
I will be a white dragon!
"No, there's no such thing, you'll be a rare albino wherry," he answered with an amused snort. The green dragonet craned her head towards him, staring him down for a few seconds as if that would make him more aware of her displeasure at the comment. "Look," he deflected her attention towards a kitchenfolk, "they look like they can be spooked easy." And she was off, doing another of her stare-you-down-and-remain-absolutely-motionless tricks. It was kind of becoming endearing, in that very annoying sort of way.
He restrained his tongue, and Erisi restrained the urge to smile smugly at the man. Some people found Charath's antics endearing, so half of the kitchen was watching her games fondly while the other half was dreading her next mistake. In the end, everyone seemed to know better than to yell at her, and were kind enough to an exhausted Weyrling not to yell at him either. Honestly, all he had come to the Kitchens for was a snack. He was eating from a bowl of fruit, carefully plucking out the most appealing bits and eating only those. Every so often, Charath would wander back to his side, and in passing he'd slip her the tiniest bit of cooked meat that was supposed to end up in a pie. He didn't give her that much, but it was still enough to make the dragonet feel spoiled.
Erisi should have been more upset by the trouble Charath was getting into, but within his first day of knowing his dragonet, he had learned that it was better someone else got stuck at the end of one of her bad pranks than himself. Still, when she started to push the limits by reaching for some grounded flour, he stepped up to try and rein her in. "Don't."
Why?
"You'll get it on your face, and I just spent too long cleaning you up today."
I will be a white dragon!
"No, there's no such thing, you'll be a rare albino wherry," he answered with an amused snort. The green dragonet craned her head towards him, staring him down for a few seconds as if that would make him more aware of her displeasure at the comment. "Look," he deflected her attention towards a kitchenfolk, "they look like they can be spooked easy." And she was off, doing another of her stare-you-down-and-remain-absolutely-motionless tricks. It was kind of becoming endearing, in that very annoying sort of way.