Post by Cait on Feb 5, 2015 15:05:58 GMT -8
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Sometimes Andi wondered how there were even enough vegetables and fruit left for the weyr when she had to prepare it for her. Oranlith grazed here and there but she still needed large meals at least once a week. There was a bulk supply of vegetables kept for easy access for any of the Wood dragons to access but things like fruits or fish had to be acquired elsewhere. In the beginning she'd just given the hatchling whatever she could find as it was but now she made sure to remove the pits from the redfruit before giving them to Oranlith. The more attached she had grown to the young dragon, the better care she'd taken of her. Patient being that she was, Oranlith had tolerated those first few months stoically.
How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to do that?
And how many times do I have to tell you that I will do it anyway?
It's not as though I will choke on them, Andrilla.
I do not care!
Oranlith gave a mental snort and went back to napping. She'd already eaten most of her meal and really didn't think that the extra effort was necessary. She'd just go help drag in nets at Cliffside later and get a few dozen fish as a snack and call it a day. But when Andrilla was in the mood to fuss, there was no stopping her. It probably had something to do with the fact that she hadn't heard from Sunristh's rider in several days and was making a valiant effort not to immediately jump to the conclusion that the man was dead. Stretching on a particularly sunny ledge, she flicked her tail and yawned. Whatever kept her rider from stomping around the weyr and flinging sharp pointy things was good enough for her.
Sometimes Andi wondered how there were even enough vegetables and fruit left for the weyr when she had to prepare it for her. Oranlith grazed here and there but she still needed large meals at least once a week. There was a bulk supply of vegetables kept for easy access for any of the Wood dragons to access but things like fruits or fish had to be acquired elsewhere. In the beginning she'd just given the hatchling whatever she could find as it was but now she made sure to remove the pits from the redfruit before giving them to Oranlith. The more attached she had grown to the young dragon, the better care she'd taken of her. Patient being that she was, Oranlith had tolerated those first few months stoically.
How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to do that?
And how many times do I have to tell you that I will do it anyway?
It's not as though I will choke on them, Andrilla.
I do not care!
Oranlith gave a mental snort and went back to napping. She'd already eaten most of her meal and really didn't think that the extra effort was necessary. She'd just go help drag in nets at Cliffside later and get a few dozen fish as a snack and call it a day. But when Andrilla was in the mood to fuss, there was no stopping her. It probably had something to do with the fact that she hadn't heard from Sunristh's rider in several days and was making a valiant effort not to immediately jump to the conclusion that the man was dead. Stretching on a particularly sunny ledge, she flicked her tail and yawned. Whatever kept her rider from stomping around the weyr and flinging sharp pointy things was good enough for her.