Food for Thought

Xanadu Weyr - Shore of Lake Caspian
The cliffs that run along the shore come and go, various weyrs nestled along the tops of them or dug into the walls, but eventually they recede enough to expose a beach. The white sand echoes the rise and fall of the cliffs with a multitude of sandy dunes, endlessly creating tiny valleys that are constantly demolished and rebuilt by the frequent arrival or departure of dragons. The dunes smooth out as the gentle slope approaches the edge of the deep blue water. The sand darkens, and a shell here and there stands out for children to collect.
The beach narrows to the southwest, leaving a path barely wide enough for dragons in single file before cutting in to a smaller, more sheltered cove. The sands are the same white, the waters the same blue, but they're calmer and more tranquil, more protected from the winds that ruffle Lake Caspian and the currents that tug beneath the surface.
Rough, wide stairs lead up to the meadow above and the road that runs along the top of the cliffs, passing through the fields and heading for the river mouth that can be just barely seen from here. The largest of the staircases up the cliff is located near the docks that jut out onto the peaceful blue waters.

A nice cold breeze blows in off the lake, lovely winter weather for Xanadu. Nothing dire, even if the lake is a little cool for swimming in. At least for T'lon who is relaxing in a chair just outside his weyr while Saumath his off playing in the water. Or well on the water as said dragon is currently dragon surfing. He swoops in and then as soon as his hind feet hit the water, the wings keep a flapping and propelling him forward for quite a ways and then he dips below the waters.

A bronze firelizard soars overhead, and then swoops down to land on the shoulder of an approaching human — Brynnjan. Brynnjan makes his way over to T'lon and Saumath, offering both a polite smile, and the latter a supplementary bow. "How are we today?"

Saumath saunters up onto the beach and gives himself quite a shake. There's a squeal from T'lon as he gets wet, but a trio of firelizards swoop out of the weyr and descend upon Saumath and begin cleaning out little tidbits of lake bits off his hide. "Well, we were fine, but now we are wet." T'lon says with a grin as he looks up at the newcomer. "And how are you doing?"

"Well enough. Still reeling from the egg-touching. It happened so long ago, but I can still feel each of the eggs up here.." Brynn taps indicatively at the side of his head. "Nothing bad, of course. I thoroughly enjoyed having my mind ripped apart and put back together half-a-dozen times." He grins, and chuckles.

T'lon looks nostalgic 'Yeah, those touchings were something else. I just knew though when I happened upon Saumaths. His egg was the one for me. Anyone in particular strike you just the right way?" he asks curiously. Saumath has taken notice of Brynn and saunters his way over to check out the candidate. Snuffling and sniffing and chuffing softly. "Well Saumath says you like you were put back together quite all right.

Brynnjan stands while Saumath does as he wishes. Once the inspection is finished, Brynnjan smiles. "I'm glad. I don't think I'd feel right with all of my bits out of place." The bronze firelizard that came in with Brynnjan begins hunting around, making all manner of "hungry, feed me, poor firelizard" noises. Brynn facepalms, and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm not feeding you again. You /just/ ate…"

T'lon can't help but laugh "They're flying stomachs is what they are. But if they learn to hunt on their own, it's much easier to deal with. Think of it as training if ya get a dragon. Now those are most certainly stomachs on legs." Saumath snorts even as he turns back away. Or is that dance away? The bronze is certainly bouncing along to some beat in his head, his hips a swinging and his tail a-swaying. T'lon watches him with some amusement.

"That's just it. I've been teaching him how to hunt." Brynnjan glances over to the firelizard, prompting him to take off in search of food; the latter always seems to keep line-of-sight contact with the former. "He's just a bit.. clingy. I have to give him a nudge to get him going." Brynnjan rolls his eyes, and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "It'd be kinda interesting to see how things work out.. would my dragon take the lead on hunting, or would my firelizard?"

T'lon hmms a little "Well that would likely depend on the nature of the dragon I would suppose. Some love to hunt for themselves, and others love to be fed. And well the firelizards can be a little clingy. After all, why hunt if they can whine long enough that you'll feed them. They're good at training their peoples after all." he remarks with a grin. "Da says you gotta out smart them and make it seem like their idea if their being a pain. Da's usually right about thigns like that and he certainly was with Quami. He's that brown one there"

"Indeed. This one will learn to hunt, if I have any say in the matter. I may spoil him with affection, but he will learn." Brynnjan casts a sideways glance to his firelizard. "I may feed him from time to time, though." He stretches, luxuriously.

T'lon grins "Well, that's half the fun too, after all. They can do some amazing tricks and all for a little tidbit." He looks thoughful and then grins "Ah heck, even a dragon can do some amazing tricks for a tidbit of well something. Not always food though. SAumath will do lots of things for a new tune and all after all."

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