Trill and Ikty Pilfer Some Hair and a Chewed Bone

OOC Time: Wednesday, November 10th, 2010
Characters: Trillian, Iktyziel, Y'ziel
Summary: Trill and Ikty grab some herdbeast hair and a bone chewed by a blue dragon.

It's currently early spring on the northern continent.The Starsmiths say it is 12 Turns and 22 days into the 10th Pass. It is evening at Fort Weyr, hazy clouds warm the sky.

You head into the feeding pens, and into a raucous cloud of dust and herdbeast stench.

Feeding Pens (#528J)
The feeding pens of Fort Weyr contain various herds of well-tended herdbeasts and clipped wherries, many eyeing you with definite caution. Against the rim of the bowl, sturdy shelters provide refuge from the weather; separate pens nearby provide space for breeding or, more rarely, ill animals to be cared for away from the main herd. A heavy fence surrounds the whole conglomeration, wandering a little way into the Weyr lake to provide water for the animals. Often, a proddy dragon terrorizes the beasts, feeding before taking 'flight' to taunt her chasers.
The weyrling barracks lie to the northeast, and the center bowl to the east.
It is a spring evening. Hazy clouds warm the sky.
You see Orlaith and Ikaroth here.
Iktyziel is here.
Obvious exits:
Center Bowl Weyrling Area

Winter's grip on Fort Weyr has been lessening, the evening a little less chill than previous ones, and a sky clear of clouds. As Rukbat sneaks beneath the horizon, a lone blue makes his way to the feeding grounds, his rider still clad in leathers from riding sweeps or somesuch thing. Y'ziel could be the picture of his father, bluerider Ty'ziel, except the young man has more freckles and fewer lines around his eyes. And his lifemate, likewise, carries fewer scars than an older dragon might, though he still bears one across the left flank, some unfortunate mishap from his weyrling days, perhaps. Lurking near the pens, bundled against what longering old there is, is a very similar-looking redhead, much shorter than his blueriding brother and with signifiantly more freckles. Iktyziel sees the pair land not far off, and he moves from his spot by the gance to jog over with a grin, hand raised with a, "Hey!" in greeting.

Trillian jogs across the bowl with a satchel and a rope. As she approaches the pens, she calls out, "Ikty! Ikty, I have the-" And when she sees the blue dragon approaching, she abruptly stops talking. "Oh," she says, rather out of breath, as she closes the distance between tehm "The rope. You know, they told us to repair that fence part over there?" There may or may not be a loose fence post that needs to be tied up.

Winter's grip on Fort Weyr has been lessening, the evening a little less chill than previous ones, and a sky clear of clouds. As Rukbat sneaks beneath the horizon, a lone blue makes his way to the feeding grounds, his rider still clad in leathers from riding sweeps or somesuch thing. Y'ziel could be the picture of his father, bluerider Ty'ziel, except the young man has more freckles and fewer lines around his eyes. And his lifemate, likewise, carries fewer scars than an older dragon might, though he still bears one across the left flank, some unfortunate mishap from his weyrling days, perhaps. Lurking near the pens, bundled against what longering old there is, is a very similar-looking redhead, much shorter than his blueriding brother and with signifiantly more freckles. Iktyziel sees the pair land not far off, and he moves from his spot by the gance to jog over with a grin, hand raised with a, "Hey!" in greeting.

Iktyziel slows, half-turning at the sound of his name, blinking a moment at the rope and satchel the other candidate is carrying. He raises a hand, though, with a slight smile and a, "Trill!" called back in greeting. He'll just agree about the fences, whether or not they really need repairing, glancing over with a nod of his head, "Oh.. yeah. Oh, hey, Trillian, this is my brother, Y'ziel. He's the bluerider I was telling you about." The sound of voices has Y'ziel and Xeth turning as well, the rider tilting his head ever so slightly, but with a warm smile for Ikt, "Hey kiddo, how's candidacy treating you?" hand raised briefly in acknowlegement of Trillian too, asking, "He's been telling you only good things, I hope?" after hearing that last part.

Trillian grins at Ikty, and then looks over at his cute older brother. "…hello." she says after a small pause, offering a small smile. Aww does somebody have a crush? Maybe. "Well met Y'ziel. I'm Trill-" she stops, "Well you know that. Anyway." She scuffs her feet, shoving her satchel behind her back quickly. "Oh, the fence.." she says belatedly, fishing out the rope, making her way over to the loose post and starting to wrap it around.

Iktyziel grins at his brother, "Yeah, it's just as tough as you said it would be. I guess it's dinner time, huh?" with a nod toward the pens." Y'ziel chuckles a soft, "It's worth it, though," with a pat for his lifemate, and a nod at his brother's comment about dinnertime, "Mm, for him, anyway." Xeth just whuffs out a warm breath at his rider's little brother before moving toward the pens, clearly more interested in the beasts than the humans just now. The brothers glance over at Trillian when she heads over to the fence, Ikt making to follow after a moment with a, "I bet he's pretty hungry, if you guys are getting bak this late," the boy's hazel eyes roaming the feeding pens. He spies an especially mean-looking herdbeast that's stamping its foot and making grunty noises as anything nearby. Aha, that'll do! A hand is raised to point at it, "That one looks like it's be pretty delicious, wouldn't it? Big and filling, right?" and if he idly moved to try to nudge Trillian in the side with an elbow, he's just hecking the fences, yep.

Trillian sees that herdbeast, "I believe the more vigorous animals are more physically optimal. Yes." She is grunting a little and tying that rope, pulling it to try to keep the post shut. "Ikty, can you push the wood together while I tie it? It keep slipping." Splinters, OWWW! "How many herdbeasts does yours usually eat in one sitting, sir?" That's to Y'ziel.

The suggestion of one partiular herdbeast has Y'ziel shrugging a, "Huh? I.. guess so?" though Xeth seems rather more agreeable to the notion of physically optimal noms. A few wingbeats take him above the herd, sending the lot scattering, while he piks out one - the one Ikty pointed out - and drops into it with a -crack- and a CHOMP. That bit, Ikty quickly looks away from. Mm, dragon nommage. Iktyziel instead nods to Trillian, moving to help by leaning his weight where directed. "Like this?" he asks, with a sympathetic wince at the sight of splinters. "I could try to find some gloves for the next one?" he suggests, though his eyes keep flicking distractedly to the beasts roaming about. Y'ziel, on the other hand, seems unaffeted by the gore out there, answering Trillian with an off-hand, "Mm, usually one or two, although it depends. Sometimes he'll take down a large one and then just a wherry."

Trillian winces as the blue brings down the herdbeast, so she stares down at her splintery fingers. And then up and over at Ikty, "I believe that would be optimal." She holds up her index finger and alas, there is a long splinter in there. But thankfully she removes that one with her teeth. "The eat wherries too? Interesting. Well my guess is they'd prefer herdbeasts because they are more filling. How often does he need to eat?"

Iktyziel gives Trillian a sympatheti look, supressing another wince for the teeth-removal of the splinter. "I can also get you some redwort and a bandage from the infirmary," he offers, apparently about as fond of the sight of human blood as herdbeast's. Out in the pen, Xeth is making short work of the herdbeast, and after a time, all that is left will be bones and hide and unappetizing bits. "Mhm," Y'ziel nods to Trillian, the rider apparently missing the bit with the splinters as he watches his lifemate, "Wherries, fish, herdbeast.. Hmm, about once a sevenday or so," the rider glancing briefly at the candidates, though sine they're working, he lets them be.

As the blue eats, hunks of flesh and hair are flying everywhere. And, as a few chunks of hair fly towards the fence, Trill steps on one with her shoe and inches it over to where she can grab it. But how to grab it and not be too obvious, she drops a length of rope on her foot. "Oops!" she says, stooping over to grab the rope and the chunk of hair. VICTORY! And then back to Y'ziel, "That's not bad." She strokes her chin thoughtfully. And then she casts a few shifty eye glances towards the bones that are starting to appear and are being chewed by the blue, elbowing Ikty just a little bit as she does so.

Iktyziel is busy trying /not/ to notice all the flying chunks off herdbeast, the lad wrinkling his nose a bit when he catches sight of that Trillian is doing, though he does nod when she elbows him. There's a glance at his brother, but Y'ziel is not really paying attention to the two of them. Leaning down as if to adjust something on the fence, the lad tells Trillian in a low voie, "As soon as they leave, we can sneak over," his own eyes darting to the dragon-nommed critter. Eventually, Xeth does eat his fill, and go for a wherry after, the latter taken down and practically swallowed right up, before he and Y'ziel as turning to go. The bluerider raises a hand, with a slight smile for his brother and a, "Good luck with candidacy, kiddo. Don't forget, it;s worth all it in the end! It was nie meeting you," that last said with a faint nod to Trillian before dragon and rider are departing, leaving the candidates to their fence-repairs.

Trillian nods and waves as Y'ziel takes his leave. She ties the last knot on the rope on the fence and turns to Iktyziel, "Shall we?" She raises her eyebrows, gesturing to the bones and hooves and whatever else is left. "Which part should we get? Something he had his teeth on directly, I think."

Iktyziel raises a hand in farewell yo Y'ziel, though he appears to be paying less attention to his older brother's words and more to the pens at the moment. "Right," he gives Trillian a nod, and as soon as the blueriding pair are out of sight, he'll slip through the fence, sneakily, to the other side. "Maybe a piece of bone or.. something like that?" not too keen on actually digging through a mostly-eaten herdbeast. Yet he glanes back over his shoulder, and then, looking around to make sure no one else - dragon or otherwise - is about, he begins padding across the pen toward the munched-on critter.

Trillian nods, "Just get a bone. Hurry, I need to get back to the laundry caverns." Do they ever let her out? One would wonder. She wipes her hand on her pants cause it has some herdbeast goo on it by now. Ewwww.

Iktyziel hurries! It's just a quick dart fro mthe fence to the bits left by the dragon, the boy stooping before sooting back. And a good thing too! In the dark, the herdbeasts are all jittery, expecially after just having seen one of their strongest downed by a dragon. So the bronze passing overhead sends the creatures into a bit of a mild pani, stomping about the pen, and more than a few zoom dangerously lose as they pass the lurking candidate. "/Crud/," Ikt mutters, dashing through the fence and then promptly collapsing against the other side. "Shells, that was close," he grumbles, glaning back to glare a moment at the still-frightened animals. "Alright, got it, in any case," and he'll hold up a fragment of.. not so lean bone, indiating one side and saying, "That probably counts as teeth marks, too." He shoves away from the fence with a nod to Trillian, "Did you get the hair?" starting bac ktowards the caverns with an, "Ick, I feel as if I need another bath after this." Which might not be a bad idea, all things considered.

Trillian points to her pocket. "Right here." She stares as Ikty runs towards the bones, and then stares across the bowl. People might seeeee and wonder why they are up to their elbows in herdbeast guts! Those crazy candies.

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