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12-06-01: Feeding
Caeruleth slinks upon the ground, all but oozing out of her couch, limbs making a pattering upon the ground as...

Caeruleth slinks upon the ground, all but oozing out of her couch, limbs making a pattering upon the ground as she lurks, shadows playing upon her dark hide. Hanneke is further behind: still combing, her long tresses loose about her back. "Caer--ruleth! Come back!"

Saldia takes a deep sigh and nods "I know I know, hold on." With a now practiced hand she smoothes the oil over the blunt muzzles "There that better Asryth?" She smiles and turns to see Caeruleth and Hanneke and she smiles "Morning." she greets the pair and then her attention is drawn back to her dragon "Still?" she questions and she smoothes liberally more oil over muzzle and then over the rest of the green's head "I am I am."

"Morning!" chirps Hanneke, still moving after Caeruleth, not that the small green has moved all that far. The green continues to lurch, dainty form lurking towards the shadows, although Hanneke's dogged attempts bring her back towards their couch, meat fetched by a usual, chirpy weyrling. "She's pretty!" she adds, towards Saldia, indicating her head towards Asryth.

Saldia continues smoothing, working down the absinthe that shadows jaw and neck, caressing it in to removing the itching but she pauses and studies Asryth as if seeing her with new eyes and she beams broadly at Hanneke "She is, isn't she?" Her face simply glows and she tosses her hair back over her shoulder and she shakes her head "Maybe they are right in saying we should cut our hair, I mean it gets in the way, even with a braid." She shrugs and continues working "She's demanding though, very itchy" she states, explaining her actions.

Hanneke is clearly grateful of a distraction as Caeruleth eats--talons slicing gleefully through meat with a practiced ferocity. "Oh, quite!" Enthusiastically, she nods her head, avoiding Caer's meal time except to offer another strip of meat to be destroyed utterly before ingestion. "Maybe," she decides, less sure, one hand moving to smooth her mane. "But it's all ugly, short."

Saldia smiles as she watches the green destroy the meal and she laughs and continues to smooth oil over Asryth, she flicks her hair again, this time oil ending up on her face and she grins "Well if the oil is good for Asryth's hide, must be good for my face." She pauses and studies Hanneke for a moment "I think it would look nice Hanneke, all little curls decorating and framing your face."

Caeruleth isn't destroying it--she's playing with it. No, really. Hanneke continues to avoid seeing the sight; the floor isn't faring too well out of it, as she adds, "Probably?" Better to agree than look stupid. Her eyebrows raise, hand smoothing along her hair once more. "Really?" Disbelief. "Maybe. I like it long, though!"

Saldia shakes her head "I think that piece of meat was already dead." is her only comment as oil is dripped over dragon, her boots and the floor, the floor certainly goes through a lot with weyrlings. She nods though "Oh really, I mean it would be like a crown of curls. Look real pretty." She pauses "Though it is nice long but well more practical shorter and definetly just as pretty." She pauses "If you cut mine for me, I will cut yours, how is that for a deal?"

Hanneke turns her head about long enough to get an eyeful of Caeruleth's activity, and shudders, rapidly turning away once more. "I think it's *too* dead! That's nasty, Caer--" She pauses, then giggles, "Caeruleth!" She'll never remember to use the full name. "A crown of curls," she repeats, nodding her head with enthusiasm. "Klari says that I cut hair strange, but okay!" Wow. Much less trauma than ever expected.

Saldia pauses and doesn't not look as happy with this deal as before "You cut strange?" She pauses "Oh maybe I will find someone else then." She sighs as a lock of hair slithers over her shoulder again "How long did Kyla say it should or shouldn't be?" she asks, wondering how much damage Hanneke could do. She nods again "That's right a crown of curls" Maybe if they cut Hanneke's first, the dragons will interrupt before her own gets cut. She grins "Let me finish oiling Asryth or she won't stop complaining about being itchy." She pauses "Well you do Asryth you have to admit it........ Well alright so you were just stating facts but you stated them a lot." She rolls her eyes slightly but smiles and continues on, not noticing that she just carried on a perfectly strange conversation.

Hanneke nods--she's all but pleased about it. "And Dalas said that it was as if I cut strange *intentionally*!" She heard that; it doesn't mean that it's true, knowing Hanneke. "I--don't remember," she finally announces, in regards to length, her loose locks flowing about her shoulders, bloody strands showing through thanks to her bloodied fingers. Another piece is offered to Caeruleth, who proceeds to utterly destroy it, "Okay! Caer needs feeding, anyway." Pause. "Caeruleth."

Saldia nods her head "Maybe you should get it cut, you've got blood all through it." Just like Saldia has oil through hers, hopefully oil is good for hair too. She pauses and looks slightly confused "Caeruleth doesn't like her name shortened?" she asks softly, studying the green dragon and then she moves to smooth oil on the other side of Asryth and sighs "Y'know she's not bad size now but how long does it take to oil her when she gets bigger is what I like to know." She decides that maybe getting Hanneke to cut her hair is a really bad idea.

>> I bespoke Asryth with: I sense that Caeruleth's touch is dark: layers of deep green and blue swirling in conjunction with sensual insense--myrrh shading into sandalwood with delicious resonance. << Greetings. >> she half whispers, alto shadowing through your mind, although she remains distant, and aloof. <<

Hanneke lets out a startled yelp, peering around as if trying to get a better glimpse of her hair, which only proceeds to add more bloody to it, as her fingers touch, to pull it into her line of sight. "Ew!" she decides, voice raising at the end of the word, as if she was asking a question, although that seems improbable. "No-o," she adds, calming slightly, "She got mad at Tink-Tink-er, one of the other greens. Yesterday, for doing it." Caeruleth is given a long glance. "She's smaller, than Asryth. Caer--Caeruleth, I mean, is. So that's good!"

>> I sense that Asryth's touch is rich with greenery and dappled sunlight sparkles in as her mezzo-soprano voice cuts through the frivolity >>Why don't you just eat it, seems a waste to wipe it along the floor<< <<

Saldia shakes her head "Now you are just getting more in in Hanneke, you better tie it back at least if you are feeding Caeruleth before I cut it." She wrinkles her nose at the sight, not pleasant, glad that her hair though draping around her shoulders is at least held off her face "Tinkerbeth called her Caer and she did not like it..." She pauses and studies Asryth's lines and nods "She is large, she is larger than the others at the moment, which seems strange for a green."

>> I bespoke Asryth with: I sense that Caeruleth is seemingly resigned to such statements, but nonetheless responds with a acerbic snap-- << It is better this way. >> So there? Whiffs of opium, dappled patches of pure black, threading through her svelte touch. <<

>> I sense that Asryth's touch is a multitude of herbs , frankinsense dominating the rich darkness, a deep loaming earth colour dominating, her mind voice acerbic >>Seems silly that way, full of dirt, might as well eat it straight away and get it over and done with. Much more sensible, I think you should do it my way. After all I seem to be growing while you seem to be too small for your size.<< The voice is matter-of-fact, she thinks she knows best and is going to say it. <<

Hanneke drops her hands as if on cue, nodding slowly. With a careful movement, she kneels, wiping the blood from her hands upon the ground, promptly smoothing her hair into an immaculate -- beyond the blood -- runnertail behind her head. "Yes!" she agrees, regarding Tinkerbeth. "I couldn't remember her name. Caeruleth doesn't like her. Caeruleth's pretty small, I think."

Saldia steps back to admire her work and she sets oil and paddle aside and wipes up oil off hands, when most of it is gone she smoothes it into her own hands and grins "I am going to lose all my calloses this way I think." She nods as hair is tied back "She seems pretty nosy and sure of herself that Tinkerbeth.' She pauses and then giggles "Caeruleth doesn't know her name and gets affronted when Tinkerbeth shortens hers?" She pauses "Oh you didn't know her name." She shrugs "Tink sure looks like she will be small too." She pauses and then continues "I don't think there is anything wrong with her being small though."

>> I bespoke Asryth with: I sense that Caeruleth's mindvoice holds a burr to it, the dark alto shuddering with the pressure of deep burgandy -- a warning: her irritation is clear -- against strengthened swirls of opium and cloves, overpowering. << It is not silly. I am small because I am small, not because of my eating habits. >> Forboding swirls in ominous dark, ranging throughout her deepest touch. <<

>> I sense that Asryth's mindvoice is apologetic, light sparkles dapple through the rich loam, cinnamon dominating >>Oh I am sorry! I did not /mean/ to upset you but the truth is you are small and you do eat funny and I just thought I would tell you. I mean I suppose being the small runt of a clutch is not necessarily bad. I am sure being a runt is good.<< Rosemary dapples the aura that surrounds her words. <<

>> I bespoke Asryth with: Caeruleth bespoke me with >> I, >> informs she, the dark witch, irritation raging in the coldest of dark nights, melifluous in patchouli limned touch, << Am not a runt. You are oversized--a giant! <<

>> I sense that Asryth"s touch sounds quite shocked, the rich loam deepening and darkening and frankensence and myrrh dominating >>I did apologise and I said there was nothing wrong with being a runt, I really think you should not insult people y'know. I am not a giant, I am a growing dragon and I cannot help it if I am efficient in my growing." <<

Hanneke gives her own hands a glance, then shrugs, giving Caeruleth her last piece of meat. "Oh, she is! Caer's not Impressed. Caeruleth." She'll never get that right. "*I* didn't know her name," she agrees, rapidly, "I forget, somtimes." Another rapid nod, as she agrees, "I guess so. Oh! No, nothing wrong! Small is good!" As if Caeruleth needs assurance.

>> I bespoke Asryth with: I sense that Caeruleth looms as best she can, which is difficult considering her smaller size, and simply retorts, << I only insult those who deserve insulting. >> So there? <<

Saldia shakes her head and eyes Hanneke "You done. You want that blood cut out now Hanneke?" SHe smiles and notes away never to call Caeruleth anything but her full name in her prescence. She smiles at Asryth, head cocked to one side a little confusedly and shakes her head and then grins at Hanneke "I am free for the moment, Asryth is oiled and fed."

Caeruleth rises upon her haunches, slinking away with her head in the air--regal, composed, dark, and Hanneke pauses, before running after. "Er--Sorry, Saldia!" When nature calls...