Grub time~.... (open)

[shapeshifter]

Joelall, after wandering around forever, managed to stumble down to the Kitchens. He was thrilled when the smells of freshly cooked meat and baked bread filled his nostrils. He slipped around the drudges to claim his meal. He grabbed some klah while at it and hurried over to a table in the corner where he sat his self down to gorge.

He ate hurriedly to the point he had to go back for seconds. He grabbed fruit as well this go round and managed to eat more slowly. He was actually starting to grow full. He sipped on his klah for a moment and stared off into space.

'I wonder how many Candidates there are? Much less...when is the Hatching? I can't believe I've made it here..to this point. My family will finally look up to me.' He thought to himself. Joelall loved to read as well which sparked the question to himself, 'I wonder where the library is? They should have a giant map of this place...'

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’ruk had woken up, as usual, to the sounds of both his own stomach and those of three hungry firelizards. Azeriuth had eaten the night before, and as such was still quite full, but Sinok was up for walking around, and quickly joined the young rider’s expedition to the kitchens. It was still sometimes hard for T’ruk to believe that he was a full rider already, and had been for over two full months. No longer a Weyrling, and especially no longer a drudge boy, he carried himself with a certain easy confidence that you couldn’t tell was still a little more act than genuine unless you knew him really well.

Entering the kitchens, he smoothly slid through the workers, dodging, turning , and ducking with the grace at such things acquired from having worked in kitchens for most of his life. In no time at all, he had a meal, and his flitts had a meal, and they were heading to the tables to eat.

He sat down and started feeding the flitts and Sinok, but the flitts were hungrier than usual, and kept trying to grab each other’s food. T’ruk was seriously wishing for an extra hand or two when Tungull suddenly swooped across the room to land in front of another young man, older than T’ruk, with chiseled features, black hair, and green eyes, and tugged on the man’s sleeve, trying to pull him towards T’ruk.

T’ruk sighed and stared down at the table, briefly, before getting up. At least Tungull hadn’t tried to enlist help from a lordling this time.

“He wants to know if you’d like to help feed them,” T’ruk said, walking over to the other boy with the bowl of meat scraps in one hand and Guyaky held in the other arm. Atanek, was, of course, on his shoulders.

[shapeshifter]

Joelall was surprised when he felt the tug on his sleeve to see little Midnight pulling at his sleeve. He turned to T'ruk and nodded, "Sure! I've always wanted some of my own and I don't mind helping ya!" Joelall moved over to T'ruk and grabbed some scraps of meat to begin feeding to the firelizard.

"These 'little dragons' so to say are simply impressive. How often do you come across eggs here?" He inquired of T'ruk, and adding "You're a Rider, correct?"

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

T’ruk found himself smiling. Yes it was a shy, somewhat nervous smile, but it was still a smile for all that.

Tungull snatched the first piece of meat with hungry aggression, tossing his head back and swallowing the chunk with a single gulp. After that though, he ate with much better manners, having seemingly vented his frustration on the lack of quick food supply which occurred when there was only one human to beg food from.

T’ruk nodded. “T’ruk, of Silverlight Azeriuth. They aren’t as common as I hear they are in the South,” he replied. “I’d say an entire clutch tends to turn up only about once a Turn or so, but there are always people going south and bringing back a few eggs to distribute.”

T’ruk slid into a seat at the table, setting Guyaky down and then coaxing Atanek to come off his shoulder and say hello.

“His name’s Tungull. The Crimson is Atanek, and the shy little guy is Guyaky.”