Just Like Dragons and Men

Writers: Bree, Rochelle
Date Posted: 31st January 2007

Characters: Kenza, F'melar
Description: Kenza and F'melar meet in the dining hall and discuss his firelizards.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 16 of Turn 4

F'melar looked around the dining hall, and growled softly to himself.
He'd waited as long as he could before coming, to avoid the lunch rush, but most of the tables still had people at them. Once, he wouldn't have cared, would have welcomed a chance to carouse with some friends, but no longer. Tabs crooned softly on his left shoulder, an echo of the sound reaching his good right ear. He spotted a table that had just emptied, and hurried over.

Kenza was approaching from the other side, and almost bumped into him in her haste to claim the empty table. She jerked back at the last moment, nearly spilling her mug of wine down the front of her shirt. "Shards, I'm sorry."

He took a deep breath, trying to shove down his irritation, but Tabs started berating the woman instead. His eyes narrowed as he sent his flit a sharp command to be silent. "It's all right." He said shortly, then sighed. "I guess we should share...?"

After a wary glance at the flit, Kenza nodded. "Don't worry, I won't bite. Probably."

F'melar smiled thinly as he slid onto a bench. "Neither will we.
Probably." He sat the tray on the table, and Tabs creeled softly in his ear. A moment later, Affi appeared at the table with a pop, begging piteously. F'melar rolled his eyes as he handed each flit a slice of meat. "Greedy guts." He told Affi, who swallowed his whole and began inching toward his plate.

Kenza smiled slightly as she settled her own tray on the table. "They must be a handful to take care of."

"Sometimes." He admitted. "But not really. They're usually fairly well behaved -usually." He glared at Affi, who was trying to sneak a roll off his plate. The flit shrank back, but looked at him hopefully. He sighed, and ripped off a small chunk for each flit. "Food and females seem to be their weakness." He added with a more genuine smile. "Just like dragons and men."

"Dragons and men are a handful to take care of, too," Kenza replied easily, grinning at him to show she was teasing. "Sometimes more than they're worth! At least the men, at any rate. Though I've been told I'm not so easy myself, so I suppose I shouldn't complain."

He shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not." He shooed Affi away from his plate again with his fork, and gave an absent mental command to Tabs so that he wouldn't pounce on the second slice of meat he held up. "I'm not sure I know your name...?" He asked hesitantly, aware of the wingthird knots on her shoulder.

Kenza didn't seem terribly concerned. "Not so sure I know your name either, come to think of it. But I'm Kenza, and my dragon's Solith."

"F'melar, Oemorth's rider." He offered politely as he took a moment to stuff a forkful of meat in his mouth before his flits took interest again. He swallowed. "Pleased to meet you. Want a flit?" He added dryly as Affi started begging her piteously, positioning himself between their plates.

"Not if you paid me," Kenza replied vehemently. "One demanding flying friend is enough for me." She ignored Solith's sleepy grumble in her head and grinned. "I don't know how you manage that many."

"It's not always easy." He admitted as Oemorth commented indignantly. "I can always ask Oemorth to have a word with them if they get too out of hand. But I trained them pretty well, so they aren't normally that bad."

Kenza shook her head. "I don't care how well they're trained... I don't think I'd have the patience for one. But I admire yours."

He snorted. "You admire _that_?" He gestured at Affi, who was watching her with hopeful eyes, and using one of his best piteous begs.

"Well, I admire your patience, at least." She eyed the firelizard dubiously. "The pet... not so much."

F'melar chuckled, and mentally commanded Affi back to his side of the table. The flit obeyed with an angry squawk, but quieted after he set some meat aside for each one. "They do make meals more interesting, don't they?" He commented, glancing at Tabs chewing his meat, his eyes half lidded in pleasure.

"I imagine so." Kenza unbent enough to push her plate with its remaining scraps across the table. "Let them at that, if they want it."

He shook his head, smiling slightly to show he wasn't upset as he sent Affi a sharp mental command before the blue pounced the plate. Affi squealed indignantly. "I don't let them take food directly from the plate.
That way they're less likely to steal from other people. But you're more than welcome to offer them tidbits."

Kenza glanced at the little firelizard again and snorted. "I think I'll pass. I've got hidework to get back to in any case. Thank you for the company though, F'melar."

He nodded. "You're welcome. And thank you, Kenza." He added politely, tossing another piece of roll to Affi and Tabs. "It was nice meetings you."

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