Post by Mikki on May 3, 2011 15:59:03 GMT -5
A beach party just wasn't a beach party without some good food. And if there was one thing besides healing that Milune was good at, it was cooking. During her time at Warden's she'd made it a point to avoid the stuff that woman in the kitchens made like the plague. It was horrible. She'd foraged for herself with Glint's help and made sure to make something that didn't taste like dung. Good thing too, otherwise she'd of probably died of food poisoning.
As it was, she was currently tending a fire not much smaller than the main one. Around it were various spits, all holding critters of some kind. There were large lobster like crustaceans, fish, squid, and other such things. Some were steaming indicating that they were done and a few others were still twitching. Off to the side there was a smaller fire and atop it was a huge boiling pot. It was filled to the brim with oysters and clams, steaming to perfection.
Eying that pot and nearly drooling was Glint. The gold firelizard had helped catch and harvest the food currently being prepared. Ruffling her wings and standing on her back legs she did a very good impression of a Terran Mere cat. Whirling blue eyes stared over the lip of the pot from her perch upon a large brown tail, chattering and licking her chops.
"Oh stop that," the disheveled Weyrling chided while pulling her hair away from her face. The thick wavy locks were tied back into a tail at the base of her skull to better keep it from getting in her eyes. Said eyes narrowed at the 'lizard as she glared defiantly. I will eat you if you don't behave, a deeper baritone voice threatened. Glint promptly shut up and the lass looked off to the right where a large form loomed in the gloom beyond the fire.
Twin jewels spun an irritated orange through half mast eyes. The tail in which the 'lizard had been resting on flicked and sent her airborne with a screech. Sand shifted as the dragon moved, the heavily muscled form coming into the light. Caninth shifted into a sitting position, composing himself into a regal if not largely intimidating stance. His eyes remained narrowed and he even bared his teeth at a child who got too close to His. I wonder what grilled Weyrbrat taste like, he commented offhandedly to his, who in turn had to grace to look mildly amused. Would they be sweet like a Wherry or taste like a runner? This time he directly questioned his rider, who had her hand over her face and was shaking her head.
"You can't eat Weyrbrats. Besides they'd probably give you indigestion. They're all thin and stringy, all bone." Striding up to her beast she moved to place her hand on his side, hand hesitating for the briefest of moments. That hesitation, that small lack of desire to touch her dragon had him moving into action before she could really move. I am not them. I'll rip apart any other Brown that comes near you. You're mine. You're the best. I'll make them suffer!, he hissed as he pressed his muzzle into her arms, nuzzling her chest.
Stiff at first, Milune swallowed thickly then nodded. She rested her cheek against his nose and wrapped her arms around his muzzle best she could. He further grounded the usually unflappable woman with an overwhelming wave of covetous love. His, his, his, his, his is what it said.
Having had their touchy feely moment for the night, Caninth pulled away from her with a deep soothing rumble. He took up his regal pose again as the lass composed herself, checking on the food. After a look here and there she was satisfied with what she saw. The butter was put on, heating for those who wanted it. Looking up at her beast the Weyrling nodded and with malicious glee he broad-casted loudly that the food was done. IF YOU MEAT BAGS WANT TO EAT GET YOUR USELESS FLESHY SELVES OVER HERE BEFORE I EAT YOU!
As it was, she was currently tending a fire not much smaller than the main one. Around it were various spits, all holding critters of some kind. There were large lobster like crustaceans, fish, squid, and other such things. Some were steaming indicating that they were done and a few others were still twitching. Off to the side there was a smaller fire and atop it was a huge boiling pot. It was filled to the brim with oysters and clams, steaming to perfection.
Eying that pot and nearly drooling was Glint. The gold firelizard had helped catch and harvest the food currently being prepared. Ruffling her wings and standing on her back legs she did a very good impression of a Terran Mere cat. Whirling blue eyes stared over the lip of the pot from her perch upon a large brown tail, chattering and licking her chops.
"Oh stop that," the disheveled Weyrling chided while pulling her hair away from her face. The thick wavy locks were tied back into a tail at the base of her skull to better keep it from getting in her eyes. Said eyes narrowed at the 'lizard as she glared defiantly. I will eat you if you don't behave, a deeper baritone voice threatened. Glint promptly shut up and the lass looked off to the right where a large form loomed in the gloom beyond the fire.
Twin jewels spun an irritated orange through half mast eyes. The tail in which the 'lizard had been resting on flicked and sent her airborne with a screech. Sand shifted as the dragon moved, the heavily muscled form coming into the light. Caninth shifted into a sitting position, composing himself into a regal if not largely intimidating stance. His eyes remained narrowed and he even bared his teeth at a child who got too close to His. I wonder what grilled Weyrbrat taste like, he commented offhandedly to his, who in turn had to grace to look mildly amused. Would they be sweet like a Wherry or taste like a runner? This time he directly questioned his rider, who had her hand over her face and was shaking her head.
"You can't eat Weyrbrats. Besides they'd probably give you indigestion. They're all thin and stringy, all bone." Striding up to her beast she moved to place her hand on his side, hand hesitating for the briefest of moments. That hesitation, that small lack of desire to touch her dragon had him moving into action before she could really move. I am not them. I'll rip apart any other Brown that comes near you. You're mine. You're the best. I'll make them suffer!, he hissed as he pressed his muzzle into her arms, nuzzling her chest.
Stiff at first, Milune swallowed thickly then nodded. She rested her cheek against his nose and wrapped her arms around his muzzle best she could. He further grounded the usually unflappable woman with an overwhelming wave of covetous love. His, his, his, his, his is what it said.
Having had their touchy feely moment for the night, Caninth pulled away from her with a deep soothing rumble. He took up his regal pose again as the lass composed herself, checking on the food. After a look here and there she was satisfied with what she saw. The butter was put on, heating for those who wanted it. Looking up at her beast the Weyrling nodded and with malicious glee he broad-casted loudly that the food was done. IF YOU MEAT BAGS WANT TO EAT GET YOUR USELESS FLESHY SELVES OVER HERE BEFORE I EAT YOU!
