Kitchen Raid (open)

[shadowreine]

Loren was quite simply starving. She blamed her dragon, who had gone straight to the corrals for HIS dinner after a long flight...one carefully managed, of course, to go where nobody was likely to see them.

She wished they could make the existence of the dragons public while fully understanding exactly why they could not. They had already had people stealing eggs...and more would happen as word spread.

Which it would. She sighed at the inevitability of it, but then turned her attention to more immediate needs. Food. Her stomach was demanding it and so, she was going to find some.

There. Food. Somebody had left out a plate of sandwiches...she wasn't sure whether she was allowed one, but unless stopped, she was going to take one...

[Wolfy]

And what, exactly, does that mean Marith?

J'kent wasn't doing much other than hum rather tunelessly to himself while he raided a fridge. If only they had some of that sweet southern redfruit, he had been musing, then his lunch would be complete! Yet there was none of those delicious Pernese fruits in the Weyr. He'd just have to settle for something else....

At which point that Green beast of a dragon remarked that she was surprised he wasn't crying over the loss of his favorite food, and why was it that he was so suddenly dejected when there was plenty of grapefruit, and he liked it just as much? It wasn't so much as what she had said it than it was how she said it. He snorted and turned the extra corner inthe kitchen.

"Aha! Thief! He cried comically, flinging up his hands dramaticlly. And indeed there was. A stong, dainty looking girl was creeping her hand toward the plate full of sandwiches. "Didn't your parents ever tell you it isn't nice to take without asking?" He grinned, eyes brimming with mischeif as he surveyed the Weyrling.

[shadowreine]

Loren snorted. "I don't see anyone else raiding them," she notes, turning towards...oh, oops. The Candidatemaster. Well, she was a weyrling now, so he couldn't hand her extra chores. He'd have to convince the Weyrlingmaster to do it for him.

"I think they're actually supposed to be going begging. You should take one." He was clearly putting lunch together for himself. As she recalled, he rode a green. Marith, that was it. Green Marith.

She thought of her own Woruth and smiled...not just inwardly, either. All riders got that look at times, the look of humans in utter, absolute love.