Who

E'bert, N'ky

What

As dragons dine, riders talk.

When

It is evening of the twenty-fifth day of the seventh month of the first turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Igen Weyr Pens

OOC Date

 

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Pens

Here thar be pens, in a variety of shapes and sizes fit for all manner of beastie. The largest pens are those housing plump herdbeast for human or draconic consumption. A few of the smaller pens are unoccupied, though there are remnants of their former occupants still evident on ground and fence. The actual pens themselves are made of wood, stick, nail and twine. It's a slap-shod sort of place, kept together by dreams and good luck to hold fast against the winds. In each pen there are troughs for feed and water, and they appear again by the stableside.


Karkath glides silent over the pens. Wings making very little sound before the fold to his sides and the dragon stoops towards the herdbeasts within. E'bert stands not too far off watching, with the decreased lighting the brown makes his first kill and begins to tear into the meal. No dainty eating here, this is a messy affair to watch. E'bert glances up at sky, and shakes his head, "That settles it Kar, no more daylit meals for you," the brown dragon pays no attention to E'bert as he continues his meal.

What's left of the daylight catches the moonlit shades of Cailluneth's silver-sage hide as she, like Karkath before her, approaches the pens from above. She dips her wing to circle around, eying the prey below before making her choice, tucking in her wings, and plummeting with deadly precision down to capture her dinner. The poor creature's still alive - intentionally so - when she drags it off to the side of the pens, wary red-whirled eyes fixed on the brown dragon as she holds her prey's neck between her jaws, draining the life from its feebly-struggling body. N'ky is already at the pens, watching over the fence, with his hands in his pockets and a frown of concentration creasing his brow. E'bert's voice causes him to snap out of whatever train of thought he was caught up in; he swallows hard, rubs the back of his hand over his mouth, and smiles at the younger brownrider. "Oh. H-hi. I didn't, um, s-see you there…"

Watching the brown lift again into the air to quickly select a second beast, E'bert looks over at N'ky, "Hi, yeah. Kar's been a little grumpy lately, but I'm tired of having to get his mouth, nose, or jaw looked at because he doesn't think he can wait until he can hunt without hurting himself," the brown briefly glances at Cailluneth before he goes back to his own meal. Hey, I got my food thanks.

Whether Karkath's got his food or not, Cailluneth is very protective of her own. Well and truly dead now, her herdbeast is dropped from her jaws so she can start eating it properly. It's a gruesome, yet dainty sight. "G-grumpy? I… huh. I d-don't think he should be h-having any trouble, still." N'ky looks away from his green to Karkath, squinting to try and get a better look at the brown. "If he's, um, s-still hurting you should bring him back. We'll look at him, make sure there's he's ok?" Cailluneth has finished up her first kill, and is already looking for another; this time though, she hunts on foot, swiping a paw at a 'beast as it thunders past in the stampeding herd. It's wriggling form is dragged off, as far from Karkath as she can get.

E'bert gives a shake of his head as he watches Karkath tear into his own catch. Dainty? Far from, there are bits and gore in a wide circle around the brown and his kill. Muzzle dripping with blood, Karkath looks up and over at E'bert with a leg hanging out of his mouth. Glomp, slurp, gone. Gross, "He's fine now. He just really hates to wait when he's hungry," is explained, "He sees great when we're flying sweeps or fighting Thread, but can he see a 'beast that's right in front of him? Not in fully sunlight he can't."

"Oh. Th-that's… really? H-he… can't? Huh-" N'ky seems intrigued by that morsel of information, and he cants his head as he continues to look curiously at the brown. "Th-that's different. Cailluneth… she loves the hunt. The eating is ok, b-but for her it's all about the kill." His gaze returns to his moonshine green, who raises her head to snarl, teeth bared by drawn-back lips, at a blue who lands a little too closely to her and her meal. N'ky frowns, no doubt passing on some mental soothing thoughts as she reluctantly backs down, eying the dragon closely as she continues to eat. "She's like a c-canine," he explains. "Possessive over her food."

E'bert nods as Karkath finishes his second 'beast and lifts himself up into the air, "Kar doesn't really seem to care too much. So long as he has his fill, he's happy and at least now I don't have to worry about cleaning up behind him," he watches the brown circle up to an empty ledge, and sighs, "Idiot. He's going to go to sleep now. Always does, and he gripes about me wanting to get some sleep in between study and wing stuff and everything?" sigh.

N'ky watches the brown take off, though his gaze isn't at wary as Cailluneth's is, as she does she same. The green's finished her second kill too, though she doesn't take off; she hops over the fence to lie down close to her rider, licking methodically at her forepaws to clean what little mess she's made away. "I wish Cailluneth would sleep after eating, b-but she insists on a bath. She h-has to be clean - I ought to take her now, actually." N'ky smiles apologetically.

"No worries. I'm late for my stint in the infirmary anyway," said with a nod as E'bert turns his feet towards said infirmary, and is soon gone from sight.

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