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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 11:22 am
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Ellain was still getting used to being a weyrling. There were more lessons to be had, more chores to do... she liked the feeling of being busy, but it was all so new. Not to mention she would sometimes get really into her work and suddenly she would hear
Ellainmine, I'm hungry. Can we get something to eat?
Ellainmine, I'm tired but I don't want to nap by myself!
Ellainmine, I'm boreeed.
And so on. Sometimes it was irritating, but Ellain couldn't be mad for more than a second. Varrionith was just a baby, after all. And she was HER baby. Being responsible for the dragonet was the most important of all her jobs.
This time, the complaint had been of an itchy, flakey shoulder. Varrie needed some extra oiling so they made their way to fetch oil and cloths.
But it appeared that they wouldn't be alone. Lemath and R'am are here! Varrie announced as they entered, and gave a delighted chirp to the pair. Ellain smiled, but her eyes didn't quite meet theirs. She still needed to get to know the others, and she was feeling a bit shy about it.
"Hello, R'am. Lemath." She greeted them. "I hope we are not intruding."
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 10:16 am
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Varrionith squeaked loudly as her sister made contact with her tail. Hmph, she was busy telling her about her woes, and she wants to play? Oh, but she's stopping to help. She supposed she could forgive her for the slight.
Yeah, right there! It's terrible!
Some of Lemath's oil splashed onto Varrionith and started soaking into her hide, making her sigh. Ahh, things were getting better already.
Ellain smiled fondly, nodding as R'am spoke. She could relate to his complaining, despite his real feelings. "They need so much food right now, it's hard to satisfy them! Varrionith likes to interrupt me at the worst times." She shook her head, but the smile didn't fade from her face. "And she insists on wiggling under my blankets. It's hard to sleep. AND anything that goes wrong makes her so upset... even if it's just an itch on her shoulder."
Mine, I'm not like that! Varrionith snorted at her, flaring her wings a bit grumpily. Ellain took the opportunity to step over and start rubbing her wings with the oily cloth.
"Yes you are, but I love you anyway."
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