Everyone Has To Eat *A'san*

[angel]

"Darling you have to stay still long enough for me to oil that spot!" Celette said to the little gold flit as she attempted to get the last spot on the tiny hide covered. Persnickety was being a royal pain, pun intended, today. The little gold turned a whirling eye on her owner and basically said, "chirp chirp chirpy chirp chirp." Which Cel took to mean that the queen was annoyed and being her usual high strung self. Cel took a deep breath and took hold of the queen, flipped her tail towards herself and oiled the last spot. This of course earned her a angry chirp and a harrumph from the queen as she sat down and pretended not to notice Celette.

"Oh don't be a brat it was that or itch all day and possibly get hurt if you go between, you know this you little snippet. Just because you'd rather go eat first and have me scratch you the entire time doesn't mean that is the best way to do things." she said as she went to wash her hands.

Upon returning she saw the queen was now trying to look regal and cute in the attempts to get Cel to pick her up and take her to eat. "I'm half tempted to leave you here and just set a bowl of food out for you. Which would mean feeding yourself you mean girl. Look at this claw mark on my hand." Persnickety pretended innocence and creeled at Cel sweetly, causing the girl to laugh and scoop up her little dear. She couldn't stay mad at the little ball of gold, she was a brat but she was Cel's brat.

"All Right! We'll go eat." with that she allowed the queen to settle on her shoulder with a saucy shake as she headed down to the dining hall.

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Upon entering the hall Celette headed straight for the staff and smiled brightly. "Hello! It smells fantastic! Would it be alright if I took extra to feed Miss Snarky hide here? She's in a right foul mood today and even had the nerve to claw me for oiling her first and not feeding her first." she said showing off her new battle wound with a grin and wink. Persnickety, not liking to be talked about in such an undignified manner, nipped Cel's ear in reprimand. "See what I put up with?" With laughs all around she took a fully laden tray and headed for one of the lower unoccupied tables. Sitting down with her back to the entrance she pulled her long dark waves up into a pony tail to expose the queen and keep her hair free of food crumbs. Big dark eyes scanned the room and had to look back down at her food when she noticed interested eyes looking back at her from a couple of people. It was nerve wracking to be so new and to have a gold flit. It made her have to try harder to get to know everyone.

Pulling Pers' food out from her tray she proceeded to feed her flit first, despite her own cooling breakfast. It was more important to make sure the queen was fed and happy before herself in her opinion. Besides Pers was a baby and babies needed more care and nutrition than adults so she was determined to make sure Persnickety had just that, as well as a few scritches here and there to soothe the queen who was eying the other hall members snobbishly. Scratching an eye ridge and pulling a low hum of pleasure from the beauty she popped a bit of meat in her mouth and whispered, "Now now darling you may be the queen but there is no reason to look like that at them. They are our family now and we have to be nice."

So fully wrapped up in her duty she was unaware of any approaching figure, blissfully. If she had seen the looker headed her way she probably would have stiffened up and acted cool to protect herself. As it were she was gently smiling with little sharp teeth showing, her dark eyes full of mirth and love, long hair pulled up showing off a delicate sharp bone structure. She may not be a stunner but she was growing into a girl next door sort of beauty.

[chessur]

Biscuit was obnoxiously clingy, mostly thanks to Saarth. The iron dragon had little tolerance at best for A'san's recently acquired fire-lizard and had made that clear from the start. Because of Saarth, Biscuit was thoroughly convinced that all dragons were out to make a snack out of him. This was somewhat unfortunate for A'san because it made even the simplest of tasks much more difficult with a fire-lizard interfering with everything. Breakfast was the first challenge of the day and so far Biscuit had won himself six bites of sausage and A'san's stomach was still demanding it's share. The ironrider sighed and resigned himself to filling Biscuit's belly so that he could get his own share. His fingers moved automatically as his gazed wandered idly around the room. The dining hall was buzzing with life and energy, each person added to it. Some, like himself, sat alone while others chatted in pairs or groups even. His eyes finally settled on a pretty girl who had a fire-lizard draped on her shoulder with a hide similar to Biscuit's. He suddenly remembered seeing her at the fire-lizard hatching and knew her pet to not be an amber at all, but a queen.

For the briefest of moments their eyes met and A'san felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, but she suddenly looked away. That gesture only served to intrigue the ironrider even more. He hesitated for a moment and ended up with a nipped finger. Biscuit wasn't in the mood to wait and had decided to take the next bite since it was being offered slower than he preferred.

"Easy Bis, you little beast, you'll get your share," A'san crooned to his pet. He didn't understand the grudge Saarth seemed to hold against the little guy, he really was sweet.

Acting on impulse, the dragonrider scooped up his tray and wound his way between the tables. The girl didn't see him coming and looked preoccupied by her gold flit who was as set on breakfast as Biscuit was. Or at least had been. The last bit of real estate in the amber flitter's stomach had apparently been occupied by the last bit of sausage stolen from his owner's fingers and now it was time to explore and find a place to nap. He slid down A'san's arm as the tray was set on the table. A'san grabbed an empty chair, spun it around and straddled it, crossing his arms over the back to rest his chin on. He grinned wickedly and gave an exaggerated wink.

"Goooooood morning to you, a pretty face that I have not yet had the pleasure of learning the name that accompanies it." The ironrider was grinning now and waggled his eyebrows. "My name is A'san, perhaps you've heard of me? Or maybe not, but you have now."

Biscuit cheeped cheerfully and scuttled about, nosing morsels of food toward the pretty gold before becoming distracted by a nearby mug. He was suddenly overcome by curiosity and scrambled up and plunked his head inside it to discover it was filled with juice. The result was like presenting a half dozen bubbly pies to a child... it was more than he could take in at once and the flitter spazzed, going wild trying to get all the juice he could. In the excited thrashing, the mug overturned, spilling it's contents across the table and throwing off the ironrider's flirty introduction. A'san reacted quickly, snagging a rag from a passing drudge and sopping up the worst of the spill.

With the cockiness gone and replaced with sheepishness, A'san shrugged and picked up the sticky amber fire-lizard. "Sorry about that. Biscuit gets points for enthusiasm but he's a little bit of a disaster. Always good for a laugh though!"