16.Nov.12, 12:02 PM
Want some quail? Ellaira was definitely enjoying having the little blue draconid around. So many people just brought them around like it was no big deal, but she was... well, cautious. She'd finally given up and stopped confining Warbler to her house, but today was the first day she'd actually taken him to a populated area. Sitting vaguely alone, feet propped up on the table, she leaned back in her chair and tried to communicate with her fire-lizard without using words.
He tilted his head to the side and chirped curiously, then peeped at her, a demanding staccato reminiscent of the quail themselves when they came to feed. Ellaira grinned and speared a scrap of the quail she was eating, proffering it to the blue. He took it with aplomb and wolfed it down so rapidly he swallowed air. Warbler looked up at her and burped, and Ellaira rolled her eyes. "Little stomach," she said affectionately.
A'liran strode in as she offered the blue another scrap of quail. She flicked her eyes up and watched him enter, examining him with the same level gaze she gave to anyone who walked into the room. Ellaira liked to keep track of where people were - one of the many reasons why she often avoided the dining hall. Too many people, particularly at this time of the evening, but she'd been in the Weyr proper that afternoon and hadn't the time to make the long walk back to her house for dinner.
Besides. They were serving her quail tonight, the first crop of birds she'd raised in the late winter. Delicious little things.
Warbler peeped at her imperiously again, quite loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. She gave him the side-eye as he settled into what was obviously a begging stance: balanced on his hing legs, wings fluttering, jaws open and tongue sticking out.
"You're learning bad habits," she informed him, pulling one of the wings off of the quail and offering it to him. The blue snatched it and started tearing into it, with approximately the manners of a rabid dog. Ellaira rolled her eyes once more and recrossed her legs, taking another wing for herself and beginning to eat it, with far more decor than her charge. "Children."
He tilted his head to the side and chirped curiously, then peeped at her, a demanding staccato reminiscent of the quail themselves when they came to feed. Ellaira grinned and speared a scrap of the quail she was eating, proffering it to the blue. He took it with aplomb and wolfed it down so rapidly he swallowed air. Warbler looked up at her and burped, and Ellaira rolled her eyes. "Little stomach," she said affectionately.
A'liran strode in as she offered the blue another scrap of quail. She flicked her eyes up and watched him enter, examining him with the same level gaze she gave to anyone who walked into the room. Ellaira liked to keep track of where people were - one of the many reasons why she often avoided the dining hall. Too many people, particularly at this time of the evening, but she'd been in the Weyr proper that afternoon and hadn't the time to make the long walk back to her house for dinner.
Besides. They were serving her quail tonight, the first crop of birds she'd raised in the late winter. Delicious little things.
Warbler peeped at her imperiously again, quite loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. She gave him the side-eye as he settled into what was obviously a begging stance: balanced on his hing legs, wings fluttering, jaws open and tongue sticking out.
"You're learning bad habits," she informed him, pulling one of the wings off of the quail and offering it to him. The blue snatched it and started tearing into it, with approximately the manners of a rabid dog. Ellaira rolled her eyes once more and recrossed her legs, taking another wing for herself and beginning to eat it, with far more decor than her charge. "Children."