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17.Apr.12, 02:03 AM
After spending the morning tending to all of Veeth’s personal needs like eating, bathing, and oiling, Valerian deemed it time to work on his own needs, like eating. Bathing had already been taken care of when Veeth took up some of his siblings’ habit of splashing around in the water. It was cute since he didn’t do it often and was chirping with how much fun he was having but also annoying since Valerian hadn’t planned on a bath that morning. So the blue had been warned not to make that habit of his own and Veeth promised to be good.
Hungry though he was, Valerian still only took a bowl of soup and some meat rolls, knowing that would be enough to hold off hunger until dinner when he would eat a bit more. As his eyes scanned the Hall for an open table or someone he knew, green eyes fell upon a familiar figure hunched over his meal. Seeing Charath sealed the deal on who it was and that Erisi also didn’t care if the dragonets were allowed inside during meals. A good amount of time had passed since the dragonets cracked shell and Valerian didn’t know or care if they were allowed to follow them everywhere so long as they fit. Since Veeth still fit through the doors that Grith could almost squeeze through and sit on the bench and chairs with slowly growing difficultly, the Harper made up his own rules and no one had yet to dare say otherwise.
“You’re wearing your hair down,” Valerian remarked casually as he came up to his friend and the green that Veeth purposely walked a larger path around to avoid being near her. It was odd for Erisi to have his hair loose in both public and private locations and Valerian could only remember seeing it as such in their more intimate encounters. When the food was set down and Valerian took a seat opposite his friend, green eyes bugged out as they caught the reason for Erisi’s hair and poor posture. “Shards, Eri, who did you finally piss off enough?” If it was one of the weyrlings, he would have heard about it by now so it had to be a dragonrider and Valerian cringed a bit at the idea of some of the larger men sending a fist at his face.
Hungry though he was, Valerian still only took a bowl of soup and some meat rolls, knowing that would be enough to hold off hunger until dinner when he would eat a bit more. As his eyes scanned the Hall for an open table or someone he knew, green eyes fell upon a familiar figure hunched over his meal. Seeing Charath sealed the deal on who it was and that Erisi also didn’t care if the dragonets were allowed inside during meals. A good amount of time had passed since the dragonets cracked shell and Valerian didn’t know or care if they were allowed to follow them everywhere so long as they fit. Since Veeth still fit through the doors that Grith could almost squeeze through and sit on the bench and chairs with slowly growing difficultly, the Harper made up his own rules and no one had yet to dare say otherwise.
“You’re wearing your hair down,” Valerian remarked casually as he came up to his friend and the green that Veeth purposely walked a larger path around to avoid being near her. It was odd for Erisi to have his hair loose in both public and private locations and Valerian could only remember seeing it as such in their more intimate encounters. When the food was set down and Valerian took a seat opposite his friend, green eyes bugged out as they caught the reason for Erisi’s hair and poor posture. “Shards, Eri, who did you finally piss off enough?” If it was one of the weyrlings, he would have heard about it by now so it had to be a dragonrider and Valerian cringed a bit at the idea of some of the larger men sending a fist at his face.
