"Come back here you wherry!" This shout catches your attention, and you expect to turn and find someone with their eyes narrowed chasing down some unlucky person. Instead, you find that no one is there. You turn your head, looking around for the origin of the angry words. You're rather surprised to find that they're coming from inside the holding pen to your left. You walk over to the high fence and look over, raising an eyebrow at what you see.

The young woman walked slowly, her light brown eyes narrowed ahead of her. Her blonde hair, once in a neat tail on her head, is now flying in every direction imaginable. What bit that is still in the clothe holder is keeping the worn band on her head because it is tangled so. Her eyes have a fierce, determined sparkle to them. When you see her objective you try your best not to burst into laughter. A rather large wherry- one most likely the size of her, after you take notice of her petite size- staring levely at her and edging from side to side.

Both seemed to move at the same time, though you'd probably guess right if you said that she moved and the wherry reacted. It dashed to the side, a curious manuever. You can probably guess that it's wings are clipped, the reason it's being kept in the Weyr for food. Shavri must be making her horrible wherry stew again. The Master Cook might have gotten that rank fairly, but no one could believe it. The wherry strutted away, and if it had any real emotions it would have been smiling in triumph. The girl, on the other hand...

{{Hee hee. You look so silly, Querri.}} The blue dragon had been sitting off to one side, watching his rider. He sat with his wings folded behind him, watching her. {{Why would you want to catch something like that anyway?}}

"J'simo gives chores to everyone, Arroth." Querri hopped over the fence, wiping the mud off of her face and hands and onto the loose shirt. She wrinkled her nose up, creasing her brow. "I just happen to be used to this so he sent me to do it." She sighed, walking over to the blue weyrling. "I can't wait 'til I graduate none of this."

{{I think you'll survive.}} Arroth crooned to his rider, giving her a draconic smile as he stood up and followed her towards the barracks so she could wash up for morning meal.

Later that day...

Wherry courtesy of Chairoth Weyr.
Backgrounds courtesty The Boutique.
Querri Impressed Arroth at Glass Island Weyr.