! Fuzzball Strikes Again !

You trundle out.
Weyrling Barracks

Spartan is the word to describe the weyrling barracks, which are meticuously kept clean by its inhabitants.  This immense cavern holds the future of the weyr, bright from the numerous glows hanging off the stone columns.  Cold stone couches lined with furs, chipped out of the bedrock and smoothed by time and use, are there for the young dragons and their riders, lining the walls by the dozens.  In the back of the room are large tables, some carrying platters of fresh meat, serviced by the senior weyrlings.  Beside them are tall vats of oil with long handled brushes leaning up against them and rags piled neatly on a small stand alongside.  In the corner of the barracks is a closed door, leading into the WeyrlingMaster's Office.

You see Chava, Lanolinth, Khan, Apollo, Macavity, Trisath, Charon, Puffball, and Asarith here.
Tam is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     WLM's Office     Couches
You emerge from a warm mound of furs.
Tam smiles at the bronze dargonet. "Hello Asarith. Hi Caz," she adds to his rider, still not used to his new name.
Timoth has arrived.
Timoth yawns sleepily, but attention is suddenly drawn irrevocably towards a bright purple....thing?
C'zar is rubbing his eyes, stumbling out almost as bad as Asarith. "Lo Tam, ahh there's Timoth too", he manages a sleepy grin. "How ya both doin?".
Fuzzball walks into the barracks from outside.
Fuzzball mrows from the enterance.
Tam stretches sleepily and nods her head. "Fine, for all the sleep I get in between feedings." She sends a gentle smile to her brown as Timoth's head raises in slight anxiety. "No dearest, I'm not annoyed with you, merely tired. Are you hungry still?"
Timoth suddenly perks at a sound he's never heard before.
Asarith waddles towards the meat, tail lashing about behind. He whuffles at Timoth in greeting then bronze head lowers, jewelled eyes whirl...now what could /this/ thing be? ANother new thing.
Fuzzball flounces inside a bit further, tail held high. He mrows again, demanding attention.
C'zar mmhms to Tam, "I know that feelin", brows shoot up seeing the kitten. "Asarith, is a kitten, ya gotta be nice", right about then a whooosh of air from Asarith sends the kittens hair on end.
Tam chuckles wryly and answers, "A cat, Tim. It's a baby cat, though, a kitten, just like you're a dragonet, a baby dragon."
C'zar wearily shakes his head, moving alongside his dragonet, "Fella, that's not a good way t'make friends." It's impossible not to laugh at the kitten though, hair all on end. "Curious aint they Tam?".
Timoth is not as brave as Asarith, but he's more inquisitive. He watches the kitten through blantantly curious whirling jeweled eyes.
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering his thoughts in rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith sniffs at the kitten creature then snorts as the fur tickles. <<It's all fuzzy!>>.
Tam sighs and slumps onto the floor, leaning against one of the feeding vats that's not as messy as the others. Actualy, she doesn't care if she gets messy. Too tired. "Indeed," she agrees with Caz. "Timoth asks me about /everything./ He always needs to know about the flits, about the oil....." she pauses eyes unfocused, as yet another question comes to her from Timoth.
C'zar chuckles, stroking his hand along Asarith's neck gently. "Yep, wanna know about everything they do."
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As insistant as the aroma of raspberry candlesmoke, Zivath thinks, <<Don't eat it, fur gets caught in your throat.>>
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering his thoughts in rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith gacks, things stuck in ones throat are not pleasant.
C'zar takes some strips of meat, "C'mon Asarith, just leave im alone, ya told me ya were hungry", kitten all forgotten the dragonet swings his head about, maw nuzzles Caz lovingly before taking the meat, "Yes I love ya too, yer sure growing fast." Dark eyes shift to Tam and Timoth, "They are gonna get big at t'rate they are going huh?".
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Spices scent the air, a tantiliazing odor ofTimoth wants to snuffle it. <<Will it hurt?>>
Timoth is still staring at the small kitten, wondering if he can get any closer to it......
Tam grins playfully. "Come on you! Even /I/ can feel the hunger pangs. And kitten or no kitten, it's time to eat!"
Asarith slowly takes the meat, not gulping but actually chewing. Caz laughs, "Ya finally believe me is better t'chew do ya?", gently eyeridges are stroked. Asarith pushes his maw right close to his lifemate's face and slurps him with his tongue, rumbling in laughter.
Timoth reluctantly leaves the very interesting kitten and pads over to Tam, who is holding out a rather enticing piece of fresh meat for him.
C'zar wipes his face on his sleeve, laughing. "Tam, how ya finding adjusting to all the changes?", another piece of meat it given to Asarith.
C'zar wipes his face on his sleeve, laughing. "Tam, how ya finding adjusting to all the changes?", another piece of meat it given to Asarith.
Tam giggles as Timoth nearly bowls her over in his eagerness to get at the meat and nudge her as well. She lovingly strokes his eyeridges as she looks back at Caz. "It is unlike anything I may have thought having a dragon would be like." she giggles as yet another thought comes to her from Tim, and she gets up, reaching into the vat for another piece. "I feel...whole, I guess."
C'zar mmhms, "Aint never gonna be alone ever, good feeling aint it?". Patiently he continues to feed the stomach on legs, rubbing under Asarith's chin.."That's right, chew it nice." Oooo, nice rubs..Asarith croons delighted.
Tam sighs as she watches her lifemate eat. "What about you Caz?" She mimics his words. "Adjusting?"
Timoth pokes his nose under her idle hands, silent querie reaching her mind. Again she chuckles and again finds another choice piece for him to eat.
C'zar plops on an overturned bucket near Asarith's head and nods, "I think so yeah, gonna take some time though I think..prolly fer all of us."
Tam idly strokes Timoth's soft brown hide, maveling at the silky feel of it beneath her fingertips. "Never alone, never lack a confidante." She giggles again, as Timoth raises his head. "What? Still?" She reaches in for some more meat. Timoth takes the newest piece and chews it more slowly as hunger begins to be appeased.
Asarith props his chin on Caz's lap, rumbling deeply..stomach full but he's not moving, he's basking in the attention. "Asarith was up not long ago, guess he must have had enough then." Dark eyes gaze at the dragonet softly, "Neat they all getta grow up t'gether I think."
Timoth finally finishes his last piece, crooning in pleasure. He nudges Tam again, pushing her off her feet onto the floor. She lands with a thump and a giggle.
C'zar gazes over with a quiet laugh, "Yer ok Tam?", figuring so..alot of us been bumped around lately from our lifemates.
<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<You like to play too huh? Mine likes it when we play.>> to Timoth
Tam is still laughing as Timoth joyfully licks at her face and hands. "Yes!" she manages between giggles. "Never thought a dragon could be so affectionate!" Then she ammends, "But I knew, /you/ would be Tim!"
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantiliazing odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth thinks, << Likes to play with her. And she likes it too!>>
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Like a frost-etched wind, the peppermint scent of her low contralto rings crisp and clear, Tylenth hmmmms?
C'zar giggles, still stroking Asarith's eyeridges..."If ya lean on m'lap any heavier I'm gonna end up on t'floor fella, this bucket aint gona stay up straight." Again he chuckles, "They love t'play..".
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantiliazing odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth thinks, << My rider, of course!>>
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Like a frost-etched wind, the peppermint scent of her low contralto rings crisp and clear, Tylenth rumbles amusement.
Tam sits up, stroking Timoth's head with a playful jostle.
Asarith crooons deeply, for all the world it seems he's completely relaxed and content...in a semi dream world..but - a quick lash as his tail snakes out claims Caz's ankle and sends him tumbling from the overturned bucket. Completely caught of guard Caz yipes! "Asarith!". Smugly the dragonet rumbles, slurping his lifemates face with a grin. Whirling eyes look to Timoth as though to say, yes..is fun.
C'zar falls in a heap, laughing..a slab of meat falling across his face. "Yuck!", he hurls it..it lands near Fuzzball.
Timoth croons happily, his high tenor rumblings vibrating Tam's fingertips on his neck. She looks over at Caz with a laugh and then yelps when her dragonet pokes his wet nose under her short hair on /her/ neck.
Tam pushes herself up to her feet, laughing at the dragonets and then sighing at the mess. "Oh dear," is her disbelieving mutter.
C'zar wraps his arms about Asarith's neck and laughs and laughs, "Even though ya are a rascal, yer still t'best". Dark eyes peer over at Tam, "Oh ya look lovely", snickering to himself.
Tam peers down at red uniform, spattered in fresh meat and blood as a wicked gleam comes to her eyes. "Oh really?" she asks picking up a discarded piece of meat and tossing it at him.
Timoth scampers up. Is this a new game?
Fuzzball wakes up and pounces in pursuit of flying meat.... PLAY!!!
C'zar laughs mischieviously from beneath Asarith's neck where he's lolling about. Asarith also opens his maw to snatch at the meat, careful little kitten. "Oh yes Tam, never saw ya looking better", what a devil. He's just as big of a mess but doesn't care.
Timoth warbles his approval. Now he can see the fuzzy thing.....what was it called again?
Fuzzball bounces to a halt and bats playfully at a bronze muzzle that stole his toy. Play! Play!
Tam laughs and shakes her head. "Thanks a lot, Asarith! Wanted to hit him, not feed you!"
Timoth lowers his head and pokes his nose close to that fuzzy thing. He wonders what it would do......he gently wuffles it. Well, gently for a dragonet of course.
Asarith shifts towards Fuzzball, Caz's arms slipping from his neck..waddling over he curiously lowers his head to the kitten, he snorts..getting the kitten from the opposite side as Timoth.
Fuzzball purrs loudly enough to wake a sleeping dragon. Fearless, he is, too. He bats, without claws, at both muzzles. This is /FUN/
Tam debates thowing another piece of meat at Caz as he seems to be somewhat unguarded at the moment. Her smile is calculating.
Timoth feels soft fur brush across his sensitive nose, and after a few quick intakes of breath, sneezes!
C'zar sits back laughing, "Shards, Fuzzball sure don't put up with anything, brave soul." Brow lifts at Tam, "Whatever is yer thinking..aint a good idea I promise."
Tam bats innocent eyelashes. "Me?" Feet shift slightly over to a small goop lying on the floor.
Fuzzball purrs even louder, brushing his tail across the sneezer's muzzle as he bats at Asarith again.
Asarith arches his neck, pulling his maw back in surprise. What to do about this feisty plaything. Coppery bronze talons reach out, pinning the kitten's tail to the stone floor.
Timoth lifts head up in a rush and sneezes yet again! He shakes his head a few times to clear it, then peers down at the fuzzy thing. Hmmmm, Asarith seems to have an interesting idea.....
Fuzzball twists about in full pounce mode, little claws coming out to sink in as he starts to gnaw on a talon.
Timoth snuffles a few times and lowers head again, poking his nose against the side of the fuzzy thing, kitten, as he hears it's name from his very intelligent rider, and regards him with frankly whirling blue-green eyes.
C'zar is laughing so hard, arms holding his
belly, "Uh...yeah you Tam", Asarith snorts at the kitten as though - how dare you!!!. Settling back on his haunches he lifts his forelimb, Fuzzball dangling..Asarith shows the dangling thing to Timoth. Lunch maybe?
Fuzzball mrows loudly, twisting wildly as slippery as a kitten... he falls back to the floor and pounces on Asarith's tail-tip. Gotcha! Then he scampers to hide under C'zar with full feline innocence.
Tam laughs too, staring at the poor little Fuzzball. "Oh Asarith! Don't hurt him! Tylenth'l be mad if you do!" Then she laughs harder as she sees the kitten can fend for himself. "I guess being around dragons has taught you a thing or too, huh kitty?"
C'zar barely opens his mouth to admonish Asarith about how fur would get stuck in his throat when the little one stumbles down. Asarith's tail lifts to lash but said feline is gone! Where is he!!! Caz is in hysterics, "Shards, oh shards", he blinks at Fuzzball then howls again.
Timoth pounces after him, nearly bowling over Caz in his quest to see the kitten up close again. Only a quickly uttered, "Timoth!" from his lifemate makes him skid in his tracks, just short of the newest bronze rider.
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantiliazing odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth thinks, << Isn't /this/ the game? I don't get it....>>
Fuzzball purrs rattlingly at C'zar. Living with Tylenth has taught him a thing or two, and these young dragons aren't nearly her size yet.
C'zar gulps as the brown hovers near him, laughter stops, "Uhh, hi!" Phew, good thing Tam is sharp. Asarith waddles over too, "No, neither of you can have the kitten! No way!".
Timoth pokes his nose curiously around Caz, careful not to touch him, but wanting to see the kitten. He looks over at Asarith, as if the bronze might have any say-so with his lifemate.
Fuzzball bounces across the cavern floor, scooting under Timoth's belly to pounce on Asarith's tail-tip again.
C'zar motions Fuzzball to the door, "If ya had a lick of sense ya'd get outta here", well least that way Caz won't have two dragons nosing him. He pulls himself backwards, "Ok, fun's over guys." Asarith whuffles forlornly, not even he can get Caz to give up the kitten. WAIT, what was that. Neck curls about and he whuffles the kitten, tail lashing about wildly.
<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering his thoughts in rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith thinks, <<Timoth, let's get HIM!>>
Fuzzball then makes kitten-tracks for Tam. He's not stupid. Nope.
C'zar 's stomach is hurting from laughing, he stumbles towards his couch, "C'mon Asarith...I'm so tired." Wearily he waves to Tam and Timoth, Asarith waddles over reluctnatly, shucks..fun ball of fuzz is still there and I can't play.