Brown Meresoitjath was really growning now. Especially his wings which were at least 3x their original size. The large brown had already grown enough to be moved out of the barracks into one of the smaller weyrs. He was supposed to be sharing it but Jurana managed to be last on the list and the second clutch would grow soon enough. She and the other weyrlings were supposed to move into their new residences tomorrow. Jurana hadn't seen much of F'rek and his bronze fellow lately but she had seen enough to see that the two dragons would be similar in size at least during weyrlinghood. There was that little problem that F'rek was male and she female but the weyrling master trusted her, right?
Easy, easy Meresoitjath, I appreaciate your eagerness to hunt your own food but I don't need a hurt weyrling on my hands. You saw that blue be trampled a few days ago.
He's okay now.
So, you heard his moaning. I had to sleep under a pillow!
The brown opened his pinions and kicked from the ground. Jurana's heart lifted with the brown beast. Would he get hurt? Meresoitjath circled a few times, instinctivly knowing the correct altitude. Jurana looked with pride upon her strong brown.
The herd screamed in panick as the dragon neared. Meresoitjath hovered, his eyes searching for a straggler. Just then a adult green swooped down on a herdbeast and threw the young brown off. ERRRRRRRRRRRR the pair echoed and Meresoitjath circled back to try again. He spotted his prey and downstroked to gain spead. The buck went down squealing and kicking. He hit the brown's skull several times before it was silenced. Pain surfaced through Jurana's link with her brown but it was soon replaced with another feeling...........bloodlust. The feeling of warm, steaming blood trickled down Meresoitjath's rider's throat. The brown's primitive feelings echoed in her eyes. "You need to get better control!" The weyrling master practically shrieked, he slapped her across the face.
