Peep peep. Peep peep! Peeeeep!!
Mirri cheeped from underneath her braid, reaching greedy claws towards the forkful of curried wherry Sylfie was lifting to her mouth. Please? Pleeeease? The round green flit creeled sadly when her pleas for a bite went unanswered and the delicacy passed her by. She did get a brief little scritch under her chin, but that wasn't what she wanted! She wanted foooood! She wilted in disappointment and slowly oozed her way down from her shoulder and onto the table. Once there, she set her nose on the edge of the plate and whuffled mere inches away from the delicious offerings.
Eventually, Sylfie relented, and scooted a little piece of wherry over to her companion, who snarfed it down in one bite. "That's all you're getting," the goldrider said sternly, gently poking her searching nose with the fork to get it off her plate. She huffed and backed up just a fraction to curl up right around the side of the plate to watch intently. "Oh, don't give me that look. Too much of this is bad for you, honey."
Also, she was ravenous and didn't particularly want to share much of her dinner.
Echoes of Pern [Closed]
A Dragonriders of Pern B/C RP
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