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Post by sorra on Jul 18, 2010 7:58:22 GMT -5
G'fal was up bright and early the following morning. He knew even with the Feast the little dragonets would be hungry. He usually took pity on the new weyrlings for the first day and already had food cut up for them, but he also wanted to make sure that they knew what they were doing.
Treoth watched quietly from behind him as G'fal set out the knifes and buckets by the dead carcasses. I wonder how the littles will respond, the brown said. In his Turns with G'fal he had a seen a few weyrlings that didn't handle butchering very well.
We shall see, Treoth, G'fal smiled. As soon as they wake up, make sure they all come down here please.
Of course. And that's just what the brown did. As soon as he felt the Hatchlings start to stir he directed them down to where G'fal and the food was.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 18, 2010 9:10:58 GMT -5
Life was not going to be easy for one pair of weyrlings from Aylinth's clutch. Not for awhile, anyways. Not that any of the weyrlings' lives would be easy, but F'har and his green would have an especially difficult time of it. He had spent most of the evening in a fellis-assisted slumber. The Healers had set his arm and had set up a sturdy cot for Irisith so that she was able to be with her lifemate. Graciously, someone had taken care of her when the boy had passed out with the pain. But eventually he'd have to take over and feed her himself.
F'har was grateful it was not his leg that was broken because then he'd really be in trouble. As it was, a broken arm made it extremely difficult. He hadn't really everything he did that required the use of two arms. Dressing was a pain at best, painful at worst. So when he showed up for the feeding with Irisith in tow, he looked worn out and a little frustrated already.
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Post by sorra on Jul 18, 2010 12:12:50 GMT -5
Little Freyath woke early that morning to rumbles in her stomach. She gently nuzzled Calyssa's cheek. Calyssa? I am very hungry. Could we maybe go get something to eat? the young red asked softly.
Calyssa opened her eyes part way at her dragon's soft voice. She smiled and rubbed the bronze's head. Of course, love. Just let me get dressed. She got up and quickly got changed. The pair were soon headed out to where Treoth told them to meet with Storm riding on Calyssa's shoulder.
Food! Belenoth rumbled, jumping to his feet and knocking the wind out of S'tex as he accidentally stepped on him. S'tex had fallen asleep beside his bronze, not thinking about the possibility of getting stepped on.
S'tex coughed a bit as he set up. Alright, you big lug, he said, getting his breath back. We'll get food. The bronze literally danced around S'tex's feet as they headed out to the Bowl to get the hungry bronze something to eat.
G'fal smiled as he watched the weyrlings slowly drift in. He sighed softly when he caught sight of F'har. He had heard about F'har's brother and had also seen him get run over at the Hatching. He walked over to the boy. "Good morning, F'har. How are you and Irisith doing today?" He was thinking about assigning someone to help F'har while his arm was broken or else helping him himself if need be.
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Post by Kit on Jul 18, 2010 19:33:51 GMT -5
Artemth and Quindara woke at the same time, quite early. Luckily, she had always been an early riser. It was quite nice to have the bath to herself and to be able to more luxuriously prepare for the day ahead. But of course, Artemth would only wait so long for breakfast. After a while, Quindara and the silver came out to the Bowl and watched the sunrise with Shadow in tow, and the sight distracted Artemth from her hunger just long enough to arrive with the meat. Artemth practically rushed him when she smelled it, and only a sharp order from her lifemate kept her back.
K'von woke slowly, surprised that Cernuoth wasn't in his face demanding food. he could feel the hunger of his brown in his own stomach. But the dragonet was just sitting on his couch, looking at him. All three of K'von's firelizards were perched on the dragonet as if he was no more than an interesting piece of furniture.
"Guys, get of him," he said, waving his hand to shoo the fair. They squawked indignantly at him.
It is fine Mine. They were keeping me company. But now that you are awake, I'm quite hungry.
"I'm sorry, Cernuoth. You should have woke me." K'von dressed quickly, pulling a clean but rumpled tunic over his head and slipping into his sandals.
You needed rest. I am fine.
He walked out to the Weyrling's Bowl where G'fal was waiting. "Morning F'har, how is Irisith? I'll help out feeding her if you want."
M'thos was not so lucky as to have a considerate dragonet. The blue tried to jump into bed with him, which didn't work out to well. He might be only a baby but he was still the size of a large dog, and had all the exuberance of a puppy.
Mine, get up! I'm so hungry! And I'm boooored. Lets go have fun! M'thos was so startled that he fell out of bed in a tangle of blankets and dragon.
"Ow! Sorry, Sylvanuth..I guess I forgot you were there." the boy said as he disentangled himself.
How could you forget about me? I'm right here. But can we eat.
Of course, now that he was fully awake, it did seem silly that he would forget about Sylvanuth, they were together in a way you could never be with another person. But it somehow didn't seem real, it was nothing he'd ever imagined could happen to him. "You're right. I'm being silly. But yes, lets go get you food," he said as he quickly dressed. Thankfully they'd given him some simple clothes to wear since what he had worn to the Hatching was much to nice to wear every day.
He walked out with his hand on his dragon's head and waved shyly at K'von and F'har before looking towards G'fal for instructions.
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Post by sorra on Jul 18, 2010 20:35:45 GMT -5
G'fal smiled as everyone filed in. There were still a few weyrlings that were missing, so he really couldn't start any lessons, but he was glad to see that the ones who were there had already found the buckets of meat to keep their dragonets content. It wasn't fair to the others to have to wait.
The Weyrling Master smiled gratefully at K'von. "That would be an excellent idea, K'von. If you two need any help while F'har is recooping just let me know," he said kindly. "And are you okay with your brother helping you?" he asked of the green weyrling.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 18, 2010 20:57:53 GMT -5
J'sen and Amonth made their way towards the Bowl, having risen early in spite of a late evening at the Feast. He smiled at Calyssa and her Freyath, likewise at S'tex and his Belenoth. The young sailor then smiled and bowed his head at Quindara and her Artemth, as did Amonth bowed his head in deference to the silver dragonet. The dark-golden bronze knew his place well. J'sen then greeted the rest of the group, just as Misty appeared from between and trilled a greeting at everyone. The queen firelizard wanted everyone to know she was here, and she was ready to face the day along with her larger cousin and with her pet.
Both Weyrling and dragonet then turned to give their full attention to G'fal, and waited for further instructions.
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Post by lithle on Jul 18, 2010 23:13:35 GMT -5
Wake now, Ronasha. You will be upset if you're late. The voice resonated through her dreams, shaking her from a restless sleep and leaving her sitting bolt upright and blinking.
"Indrath?" She looked around nervously as she spoke, noting that some of the other Weyrling were already missing. She was late for something wasn't she? Oh, she knew she couldn't do this. Why had Indrath chosen her, when he could have chosen someone useful?
They have gone to lessons. We aren't late. But I am hungry. Indrath butted her gently as she stood, a warm wave of affection and assurance washing over her. Everything will be fine.
She readied quickly then, nearly tripping over her own feet as she skittered off to to join the others, Indrath walking at a measured pace at her side. Reaching the others, she studied G'fan with open worry, her lip between her teeth, her fingers knotting behind her. Pressing up against Indrath, it looked as if she was seeking the support and encouragement of her dragon, instead of the other way around.
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Post by Jammi on Jul 19, 2010 8:24:58 GMT -5
First day as a rider and already they were late! Day started off pretty good, Cheriss and Eponath woke a few minutes before dawn, and waited in the common room for D'mar and Sionnth. D'mar woke not much longer after that as a curious thought entered his mind. For some odd reason he wanted to see if his blanket tasted like the meat he had eaten before. It took the feeling of cooler air on his sleep flushed skin for him to realize why the feeling felt so odd. Sionnth was curious, not D'mar.
So after untangling the young green from the blanket, the pair made their way to meet their sisters. After a playful scolding from Cheriss, and a playful tug from Sionnth's never ending curiousty, the foursome was one their way.
Finally making to the lesson spot, D'mar had an excuse all ready to go as to why they were late. Fortunately for the group no one seemed to notice howmlate they were. At least for the moment anyway. So with a shrug of his shoulders, D'mar waved his sister, Sionnth and Eponath forward, "Shall we dine m'ladies?" Cheriss giggled as she sat down with a bucket for Eponath. Her twin could be so silly sometimes.
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Post by sorra on Jul 19, 2010 10:07:21 GMT -5
Calyssa smiled at J'sen as Freyath daintily accepted another bite of meat. The little red sat patiently and waited for the food. Good morning, Amonth she said once she had chewed her food up like a proper lady.
"Hi J'sen," Calyssa said cheerily as she gave Freyath another bite.
Belenoth was fidgeting as he ate. His tail kept swishing from side to side, nearly knocking Freyath and Amonth. I want to play! he said sudenly. I'm tired of sitting. Let's play, Freyath, Amoth.
S'tex rolled his eyes and smiled in apology to his sistrer and friend. Later, Belenoth. Right now we have to have lessons.
G'fal smiled as everyone gathered. He let them finish feeding their dragonets before he started his lesson, knowing they wouldn't be able to pay attention if the dragonets were complaining about being hungry. "Alright, all, as you can see I made sure you had food for your dragonets this morning. But for now on you'll have to do your own butchering. I'll show you how to do that today as well as how to bathe and oil your new dragon."
The Weyrling Master smiled as he picked up a knife and walked over to a carcass. Treoth snorted softly, watching the weyrlings. G'fal carefully started to cut the meat up, making sure the weyrlings were watching.
"Now, I know not everyone is going to be comfortable doing this, so you if you have problems or concerns, please let me know. I'm here to help you."
((OOC:If any weyrlings are missing I just pretended they were there and feel free to jump in at any time))
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Post by syn on Jul 19, 2010 10:18:00 GMT -5
Minette was not a morning person. She would have been content to remain asleep for several more hours, especially with her early awakening yesterday morning. Her hair fell over her face as she rolled over, mumbling some words in her sleep. Her dreams were strange but pleasant--after all, one could eat as many sweets as one desired in a dream and never get sick or fat. Unfortunately for her, the dreams would not last longer.
Nuadath stirred, then woke up. He shook the sleep from his head, pacing to the cot where his rider slept. Then he poked her foot with his nose. She groaned and moved the limb. With that a failure, Nuadath resorted to extreme measures.
Good morning, Minette!
Minette yelped as she woke to Nuadath's face in hers. She almost fell off the cot but fortune favored her too much to have her land on her back. Nuadath, however, did not care about the almost-accident. He set both of his front paws on her cot and chirped happily. Now that you're awake, my Minette, you can feed me! I won't grow without food, you know. And today we meet the Weyrling Master for our first lesson. It's good to know who's in charge, isn't it?
As Nuadath talked, Minette pulled on a pair of work trousers and a clean tunic. Then she brushed her hair and tied it back, having one of her periodic considerations of hacking the brown locks off. But she didn't have time to continue pondering, for as soon as she was ready, Nuadath butted her calves in an attempt to get her moving. It worked, as if she didn't he would knock her over.
Nuadath led the way; Minette, still semi-dazed, spent the entire trip yawning and thinking how nice it would be to remain in bed. When I'm bigger, Nuadath said, sensing her thoughts, you can sleep as long as you'd like. But for now I'm hungry and I'm not yet big enough to hunt. Oh, look Minette, there's everyone!
Minette waved as she joined the others. Nuadath, however, gave a cheery Good morning! to all the other dragons present. When his rider yawned instead of imitating him, Nuadath made a mental note to teach his rider better manners. It was only proper. She was a brown rider now, and she should act like it!
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Rushera woke up before Athenath, though not because of sloth on the dragon's part. It was because of a nightmare in which her father kept dragging her down into the mines. While in it, the shaft collapsed and she was crushed under the rocks. No amount of screaming could save her. Just as she died in the dream, she woke up and had to bite her fist in order to keep herself from screaming.
Such disturbing thoughts caused the gray to stir. Athenath opened her eyes, then stared at Rush from her stone couch. Why are you shivering like that? Rushera could tell from the reflection of light on the dragon's jewel-like eyes that Athenath was moving. And why are you upset?
"I--" She bit her lip, not wanting to wake anyone else up. I had a nightmare--
What's that?
A bad dream.
What's a dream?
Rushera found her fears were replaced with a sort of loving annoyance. It's pictures and noises in your head when you sleep.
Athenath fell silent, remembering that for later. Then, to add more information to her mental fine, she asked, They can't hurt you, can they?
No, they're just make-believe. It feels real when you're in them but you wake up just fine. Then, in order to prevent another question, she added, I was scared because when I dream I don't know I'm dreaming.
Ah. Then the Weyrling Master's brown began directing waking dragons to a location. Athenath listened carefully, then repeated the orders verbatim to Rushera. And we should make haste, Rushera. I am hungry. There was a slight note of pride in that last sentence, as she was using a new concept correctly.
After the shame of wearing her tavern dress to the feast, Rushera was happy to wear clean trousers again. She'd have formal attire one day--for the next hatching, she swore by it! Perhaps she could have one made to match Athenath's hide. She couldn't help but smile at that thought. She wondered what her dragon would think.
She told Athenath her idea. A dress like my hide? Rushera, such ambition! Dressed in my colors you'd outshine every girl there. Well, someone was full of herself, Rushera thought with a smirk. Are you ready yet? The others are leaving and I'd hate to be late.
Rushera turned to see the dragonet sitting on her cot in a dainty pose. She laughed, ignoring the indignant scoff that Athenath gave. "Ah, if only I were an artist! You look adorable, Ath!"
I dislike being used with the term 'adorable'. That is to be used for my brainless sisters, not for myself. And Ath? Do I call you Rush? I think not.
"Well, you are," Rush retorted as they headed out the door. "And it's a nickname. Almost everyone calls me Rush or Shera."
Athenath had no time to reply, for at that point a white flash darted past. She jumped back with a huff of anger, glaring at the culprit as he leaped and landed on the leg of C'nex's pants. Then the white began climbing until he reached the man's shoulder, looking down at Athenath with a smug grin.
Look, Athenath! Inarith said. Did you see that? It's cool, right?
Get down from there, you look like a fire-lizard.
C'nex flushed as Rushera smirked at him. He had been heading back from the lav to get Inarith. The white, after all, had pitched a wonderful fit about being hungry. "I'm guessing she's not so impressed, is she?"
Rushera shook her head. "No, no she's not." Then she pointed at the white. "You've got a strange dragon, too."
I take offense.
Apparently C'nex did as well. His dark eyes narrowed and he put a large hand on Inarith's back. "Inarith isn't strange at all. He's perfectly healthy, and as good as anyone else's dragon."
Rushera's face colored and she looked at her feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put it that way. I wasn't trying to offend anyone, I just don't know how else to put it. Our dragons aren't like the others."
This he accepted with a half-smirk and a nod. "I guess that's reasonable. And who needs a bronze or brown or green or gold? I have Inarith, and he's better than them all." He started moving towards the lesson, Rushera falling into step next to him and Athenath padding along behind. "I'm Cal--C'nex, of white Inarith. I don't think I've seen you around here before."
She had to agree with C'nex on her strange dragon being better. She loved Athenath more than any green, and not even a gold could take her away from Athenath. "Rushera, gray Athenath. And I just got here two sevendays ago, maybe before. It's good to meet you, yanno? I don't know hardly anyone here."
C'nex laughed. "Well, you know me now!" At that point, they were with the others. "Good morning!" he said, grinning wide. Inarith, from his perch, added his own chirp. Then he glanced at Indrath. Hey, you're like me! Cool! Hi, I'm Inarith, and this is my C'nex!
Athenath, however, didn't greet anyone. She remained at Rushera's feet, watching everyone with a cool gaze. Rushera smiled nervously, knowing that no one was staring at her and yet feeling as if everyone was. It was a good thing she was next to C'nex--she might have only known him for a while, but she knew his name at least.
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C'nex finally got Inarith off his shoulder and fed the dragonet until he was ready to burst. The dragonet argued and whined for more, even though he was already full. Nuadath wasn't as difficult for Minette to feed; he sat nicely and ate his fill, even asking Minette if they should help anyone else. She told him that anyone who needed help had help, but next time she'd ask. Athenath ate as daintily as possible and didn't care for the affairs of others.
After the feeding had finished, G'fal began a demonstration. Neither Minette nor Calnex raised a brow as he demonstrated the butchering. Rushera glanced at Athenath, then at the bloody carcass. It was a bit gross, but she had been through worse. And Athenath was worth everything awful in this world.
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Post by Kit on Jul 19, 2010 22:18:33 GMT -5
Quindara began feeding Artemth as soon as she could. The silver might be prim in other respects but she seemed to be a voracious eater. She only stopped to accept the respect of Amonth, which she apparently felt was exactly what she was due. She visibly preened. But Quindara blushed at J'sen's bow. "You don't have to bow to me. I don't have any more rank than you." This was perfectly true. So far the weyr leadership had declined comment on her status, and for now, she was content with that. Though in a way she was glad to see that the bronze regarded Artemth as the equal of a Gold. That would make her case much easier when the time came.
Finally, Artemth's stomach was satisfied and she licked the blood from her muzzle and settled down beside her rider like a contented feline while Quindara watched G'fal butcher the meat. It didn't seem too hard, although it might take a few tries to judge the size of the chunks and the amount, which, she assumed, would get larger every day. She swore Artemth had already grown.
K'von nodded to G'fal. "Least i could do. He's my brother after all." He sincerely doubted that F'har would mind. They'd been helping eachother out since they were born after all, and he knew that if he was in the same position, F'har would do the same for him. He waved to M'thos and then brought over two buckets, one for each dragon. Cernuoth waited patiently by Irisith. Yours and Mine are clutchsiblings, are they not? They look much alike. I wonder why it is that we do not look alike as well. the brown said thoughtfully before his lifemate came to shove food down his gullet.
After both dragonets were sated he turned his eyes to G'fal. K'von had actually butchered meat before, for his firelizards. Sometimes there was meat already prepared that way, but he had Impressed all three at the same time, so he'd often had to prepare it himself while they were young. Now the three often hunted their own food in the weyr lake, being somewhat partial to fish, or they stole of his plate. He'd had to shoo them away from Cernuoth's meat a couple of times, but it seemed they'd got the idea and were now sunning themselves and splashing in the lake while he was at lessons. he could feel the little threads of their emotions running beside the greater one that was his dragon. Sometimes his mind felt a bit crowded, but it was a pleasant sort of crowd.
M'thos fed Sylvanuth as fast as he dared because he was eager to learn all he could about being a dragonrider. Martel would've been so proud of him, he thought with a pang of loss. But he still had his friends Kratos and Yuan to make proud They would be so surprised when they heard he'd Impressed. He almost wished he had a firelizard to send them a message. Maybe K'von would send one for him. He was a little afraid to ask, because he didn't want to impose on his new friend, but maybe in a couple of sevendays..
All right Mine, that was a good breakfast, now lets go play! I want to look at that shining thing over there..that lake thing.
I'm sorry Sylvanuth, we have lessons right now. I have to learn how to take care of you.
Oh. But that's boring. I suppose if you must...actually I'm a little tired. I'll just lay down here while you have lessons. M'thos was glad Sylvanuth was good natured, he didn't want to have to argue with him.
He watched the butchering with a slight amount of distaste. The meat was all slimy and blood-covered, and he'd never been a fan of blood. But it was for Sylvanuth. Still, he'd be glad when the blue was big enough to hunt.
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Post by sorra on Jul 20, 2010 8:31:09 GMT -5
Freyath daintily finished up her meal and curled up beside Calyssa. The little red yawned a little as she rested her head on her forelegs. She was content to just lay there and listen. Unlike her clutchmate.
Belenoth was still bouncing around S'tex's feet, wanting to be moving. His tail swished back and forth and he spread his wings, nearly knocking over the buckets.
Belenoth, S'tex said firmly. After this lesson we can play.
The bronze st down with a huff. Oh very well, he agreed, his tail still flicking.
S'tex rolled his eyes as Storm flitted over to land on Calyssa's shoulder. The twins listened to how G'fal was saying to butcher the meat. They grinned a little. They had done this enough times for the animals at home that it wasn't anything new to them. Calyssa glanced over at J'sen, wondering what he would think of it.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 20, 2010 10:15:44 GMT -5
J'sen greeted the other Weyrlings as did Amonth greet the other dragonets before starting in on the lesson, but J'sen felt obligated to reply to Quindara. "Amonth thinks otherwise, Quindara," he said. "But hopefully we'll be able to discuss that later." The pair then moved closer to Calyssa and Freyath. The young sailor was no stranger to cutting meat; he'd done this many times over, only with fish. Giving small-sized pieces from the current batch to Amonth, the dark-gold bronze had quite the appetite, but did his best to eat as slowly as possible. Misty disdained the stuff, and she crooned sadly, wishing there was fish to be had. J'sen smiled softly and rubbed the queen firelizard's neck and back affectionately, prompting Amonth to look up from his bowl. Does Misty not eat meat, Mine? the dragonet asked, curiously. The young man shook his head. She prefers fish, Amonth. Which I admit there isn't much of that around here. Fish? What's that? J'sen had to think for a moment on how to best describe what fish was, but Misty crooned softly at her larger cousin, sending him a mental image of what they looked like and how they swam about in the sea. Oh! I've never eaten fish before. But if there isn't much to be had...I think I shall try some when we can find some.[/color]
The young man watched as G'fal demonstrated how to cut the meat from the carcass. Just like fileting fish, he mused to himself. Fileting fish? What's that? Blushing, J'sen turned to look at Amonth. It's how I prepared fish back home at Azure Isle. I'll have to show you one day. He could feel Calyssa looking at him, and he turned to look at her. "Looks pretty simple," he commented. "What do you think, Calyssa?"
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Post by lithle on Jul 20, 2010 10:25:08 GMT -5
Roni was far from the quickest at feeding her dragon. She seemed exceptionally picking, sorting through the meet and offering Indrath only the smallest, most palatable looking morsels. He was a small dragon! He could choke. And die. And then she'd die. That's how it happened. A weyrling was careless and next thing you knew, the whole class of them was dead.
So she fed Indrath slowly. The others finished before, and anxiety at being last tightened about her. But she refused to hurry, and Indrath did not seem inclined to rush her. Finally, finished, she turned her attention to the explanation of butchering, her expression one of fixed attentiveness. Cutting meat couldn't be that different from cutting wood, right?
Indrath, meanwhile, responded to Inarith with what might best be described as mild confusion. We are all alike. We are dragons. You may tell you C'nex I am happy to know him. I would introduce you to my Ronasha, but she must focus on the lesson. As should we.
With that comment, he turned his calm whirling gaze so that he too could see the butchering, as best he could from his vantage point. Later, when His needed to this on her own, she would appreciate his knowledge of the subject.
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Post by syn on Jul 20, 2010 10:41:19 GMT -5
Inarith hadn't been expecting the other white to respond so seriously, but he quickly drew his own conclusion. Indrath was a polite version of Athenath. Serious and dutiful--or perhaps Indrath was somewhat shy? Inarith let the topic drop and then payed attention to the lesson. It took him fifteen seconds to get bored. He put his little head on C'nex's knee and looked up at him.
C'nex, the white's name is Indrath and his rider is Ronasha. He's pleased to meet you. Now can we go?
Shh. C'nex placed a hand on the white's back. Inarith rolled over and occupied his time by gumming the hand and kicking at it with his legs. He was extra careful to not hurt C'nex, and it worked well enough.
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