Feeding the Feed [Open|March Weyrling chores]

[mierce]

Cer’c walked tiredly over to where Harmonyth was lounging and plopped down on the moist soil, his butt making a distinct imprint from the force of his fall. He unscrewed his canteen and took a deep swig. Green eyes watched his motions. Perhaps you should not drink as fast? the green dragon offered as Hers leaned back against her cool hide.

But it’s soooo hoootttt! As if to prove his point, Cer’c made a dramatic gesture of wiping the streams of sweat from his face and flicking them away. Indeed, sweat flew off his finger in distinct beads of liquid. You know, we should have summer vacation or something. This weather is /way/ too hot to be working in. To this, Harmonyth chuckled, and rested her head against the cool, damp earth. A few yards in front of them were the outdoor pens where herdbeasts were milling about. Feeding them had sounded like a simple enough task to Hers, but he was already working up quite the sweat from filling their troughs.

Cuprite chirped, then hopped down from his place on Harmonyth’s back to settle on Cer’c head. He fanned his wings and made a somewhat strained sound. He really didn’t like this heat. Not at all. He’d much rather be cooling off in a pool somewhere. Why did they have to be here. Surely his human-pet could understand?

Resolved, the bronze flitter dropped down to flutter in front of Cer’c face earning a low growl from Harmonyth. “What is it?” Cer’c asked, brushing his sweat-drenched hair back and out of his face. The bronze chirped loudly, then frustrated in His’ seeming lack of understanding, took off towards the water troughs filled specifically for the herdbeasts.

“Whoa whoa, get back here.” Cer’c scrambled to his feet and padded towards the bronze who had dived right into the water. The splash and movements attracted some of the herdbeasts; one of the males started approaching to investigate just what was messing with their water supply. “Hey now,” Cer’c pleaded, trying to fit a hand through the wire fencing to grab the flitter. Of course, even if he could get a hold of the lizard, he was too big to drag out through the hole.

The herdbeast grumbled, tossing its head in what Cer’c figured meant annoyance. “Cuprite, get out of there before something eats you.”

[Sheari]

The last time R'men and Weith had been to the feeding pens for something other than sating the elder weyrling's hunger it had involved a pair of very wet boys and trying to separate a male herdbeast from his harem. Shortly after they'd been attacked, so the details of the end of that escapade were a bit muddled with the succeeding actions. Now, however, neither the man nor the bronze following him had returned to do anything involving the bovine creatures inside the fence, despite the fact that was his target location.

The last time they had been there, there had been a pond. R'men fully intended to sit in it to cool off, well away from the river that everyone else like to use and away from the bathing pools that Weith couldn't follow him to. He walked in shoes and loose fitting shorts with no shirt to cover his chest. He was willing to wager that if he wasn't careful he'd leave the feeding pens with a sunburn. Well, it was better than a burn by dragonfire.

Greetings,[/color] Weith sat down next to Harmonyth, watching her's reach through the fence, curious as to what he was after. R'men quickly followed, holding a hand over his brow to block out the glare of the sun. Thank Farnath he didn't oil Weith! "What'cha doin'?" he asked, thankful that some of the animals were in the pens away from the pond.

[mierce]

Harmonyth turned her head at the sound of the bronzepair’s approach. She did not move, however, simply watching their movement with a touch of apprehension. Males. Bah. She curled her tail tightly around herself as Weith lumbered over and sat down. Hello, she returned, her mind voice clipped and just marginally civil at best. While the Bronze watched her mindmate, he watched his. R’men did not appear the slightest bit threatening, but she felt inclined to at least watch and make sure the bronzerider didn’t do any funny business. What is Yours here for?

Cer’c squinted in the general direction of R’men’s voice. “Trying to…” He grunted as Cuprite playfully slipped just outside of his human-pet’s grasp. “get my firelizard out of there. Cuprite, come come!” The bronze flitter squawked in amusement and hopped further along the trough, forcing Cer’c to free his hand and try again through another link. Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. “Have you any ideas?”