Food!! {Tag Anyone}

[missa]

"Ouch! Yes, I get you're hungry, Sitath, this was your idea I remind you!" Zadari snapped, pulling Tirea's claws from her lower arm where they cut through the long tunic. She should have put a wher-hide jacket on, just to protect her skin, but had forgotten. An apologetic croon came from the little gold as she released Hers, crawling up onto Zadari's right shoulder, settling there as she wrapped her tail around her neck, behind the now loose waves of red hair.

I know. And face it, you think she's sweet. Sitath's voice was laced with amusement as he noted the instant softening of his rider's tone when talking to the flitt. Or about her mentally. Zadari scowled, stroking the golden eye ridge as she broke the meat roll she'd planned to eat herself and allowed the gold to eat it. Red meat would be better, thus why she was going to the Dining Hall, then she could get some from a drudge running around.

A happy chirp met that, wrapping her tail tighter as she took it in her fore claws, nibbling at the half given to her as she chirrupped. She did care for Hers, even if she was a little angry at most females. Her males were Hers... And there was one now.

Rielana had indeed entered with Fiel on her shoulder, the blue creeling in hunger as he waited for Rie to break her meatroll as well, after all, she wasn't nearly as hungry as him, but he would cuddle her in return, and His liked cuddles. Rie laughed, breaking it swiftly and handing the larger half to him, her eyes alight with adoration when she looked at the little one. She was cuddling him against her chest while he ate, fingers stroking the soft neck while he nibbled.

"Oh you are just so cute, oh yes you are. Yes you are. You now that don't you Fiel?" Rie's voice was soft, adoring as she looked up with surprise as the gold chirped.
"Oh, sorry. Fiel's hungry..." She smiled back as Zadari's lips twitched, indicating Tirea.
"So's Tirea. Fiel... That's a clever name... Where'd you get it?" Rie laughed, her giggles making Fiel look up.
"Oh I made it up. We went through heaps, 'bluey', 'saphire'... Fiel refused all of them. What about Tirea?" She returned, brightening.
"Tirea? I dunno... It suits..."

[Requiem]

He'd 'found' more suitable clothing. The choker was a gift from one of the more motherly drudges who had taken a liking to the quiet, solemn boy with his strange attire as he aided with the chores every candidate was forced to complete. It meant he no longer needed that scarf that seemed so out of place. A few days of wandering the weyr, and he'd managed to lift a deep green, long-sleeved tunic that was almost the proper size for him. It had been a holdsteader's. They'd left for the Hold without noticing its absence, and Mutasim vaguely wondered what it would be like to have so much that one of his belongings could actually go unnoticed. The boots, too, he'd stolen. The owner seemed to have given up on finding them. Then again, children lost track of such things all the time, didn't they?

Looking decidedly more respectable in clothes that hadn't seen turns and turns, his wrists and neck concealed from the world in a somewhat more normal manner, the only remaining oddities surrounding Mutasim were the knot of a candidate and the dark, fathomless gaze that followed the two older girls. He looked far too young to be a candidate, having not yet reached even five feet in height, his body so slender it seemed almost unhealthy. The belt cinched around an almost nonexistant waist. Yet, if one were to look just a little closer, they might notice a certain widening of the shoulders, the slight lengthening of the olive-toned face framed in the softly-curling dark lockes, that would indicate he was probably not as young as his stature suggested.

And his eyes certainly seemed old enough as he watched the seemingly tall - to him - redheaded dragonrider and her gold flitt, as he watched the nearly as tall blonde candidate and her blue. Were they already friends? On the streets where he'd grown up, they would have to be, to be talking at all. Here, though...You should at least try to connect with someone, Muta. His inner voice, as usual, was correct. But it was so different here. The small thief had been a leader of sorts in Bitra, the small band of orphans he'd been part of brought together by suffering and desperation. Death stalked his past, and he could not abide the touch of a man, no matter how casual. It was not the same. Maybe better, but Mutasim was a creature that didn't fit in here, a creature who carried a dagger in the small of his back and awoke instantly with it in hand...How could he possibly connect with anyone who'd not led a life similar to his own?

You must try. You have never truly been alone, until now. That much, at least, was true. Bowing to the wishes of the inner voice that had saved his life time and time again, the dark-skinned, dark-eyed boy rose with klah in hand and made his way over to the girls. He did not smile. It would never have seemed natural, a smile from Mutasim, unless it was that smile that was more a baring of teeth than an expression of happiness. The solemn gaze regarded them for a long time. Had they noticed him? Probably not, though perhaps. His footsteps were always silent without thought. Now that he was here, Mutasim wasn't sure how to proceed. He was not talkative, not outgoing, not open. Most friendships in his past had been thrust upon him.

Blinking, he ran a hand through his curls. When at a loss, keep it simple. "Hello." The quiet voice was shockingly low for one who seemed so young, and it obviously hadn't seen much use. Now what? Mutasim felt his face color briefly. "I'm Mutasim," he finally stated, not sure what else to do. "Who are you?" He felt so small next to these girls. He wasn't all that small for a child of Bitra, at least an abandoned child.

[missa]

Zadari, and Rielana didn't notice him, not until Sitath told Zadari that it was rude to ignore one candidate for another. Since Tirea wanted food as well, she mays well be nice, that way, she could get Tirea some food, rather quickly.
Thanks for that. This comment was rather sarcastic, replied with a chuckling laughter as Zadari turned to face the boy, only to hear him say hello.
"Hi, pleasure to meet you."

A pause, as she gave the other half of her meat roll to the gold on her shoulder, before she answered again.
"I'm Zadari, rider of the blue Sitath. This is Tirea... If you'll just..." Zadari managed a smile as she stroked the gld, reaching out to Sitath.
Hello. Mine has said I should say Hello. So I have, I'm Sitath.

Rie on the other hand, had brightened at the sight of another candidate, a grin lighting her features as she kept Fiel close to her.
"Hi! I'm Rielana, Rie. This, this little darling here is Fiel." Her eyes were bright, happy, and adoring upon looking at Fiel, who she held out for Mutasim to look at.

[saberlin]

R'ton strode upon the group by accident, his head held high and bobbing back and forth with a tune that he had in his head, making his red brown hair bounce with cleanliness. His near slate eyes bounced around the room assessing both people and the situation. The clack of his heels would be noise enough for the group of candidates and judging by the knots at least one rider, to know he was coming.
Rontue's blue body swooped into the are as well, trilling in happiness. He had just been fed and somehow was finally not sleeping ALL THE TIME. This pleased him, meant he could spend more time with his upwalker.
" 'Lo Folks. How does the day find all of you?"

[Requiem]

The bluerider spoke, and Mutasim regarded her with rapt attention, perhaps a little unnerving as an introduction didn't usually require such close scrutiny. He never forgot a name or a face, and often could tell a person he'd only met once from a distance by their shape and gait. It had never really occurred to the boy that the intensity of his observations might be off-putting...

Then he blinked at the bubbly blonde, looking at Fiel with something like confusion. What did she want him to do? Pet the flitter? Just look? His hands hung by his sides in indecision. The voice filled his head, startling the poor lad completely, as he'd never once had a dragon speak to him. Mutasim had jumped back into a defensive crouch, the klah a forgotten mess on the floor, his dagger having appeared from seemingly nowhere before the small boy even had a chance to think. His eyes darted, then narrowed as he suddenly understood. Mutasim was slow to return the dagger to its sheath.

"That...surprised me." An understatement, and hardly necessary. Anyone could see he'd been somewhat shocked. The strangest part was that his facial expression had barely changed at all throughout the entire scenario. It was still frustratingly blank. His eyes flicked over to the approaching bronzerider.

Instantly, a change came over Mutasim. The boy somehow looked more dangerous now than he had with a dagger in his hand, a darkness lurking behind his eyes that was at once angry and terrified until it could only be called a darkness, a wildness. A tremor held his hands. It likely went unnoticed. And, though the candidate did not retreat or shrink back, any watching would still get the impression that he had. His nostrils flared. Mutasim had no attention to spare the girls any longer, his entire world taken up by this man.