Post by Lark on Oct 16, 2011 16:46:09 GMT -5
Tarin yawned and flopped into the nearest chair. She should be asleep right now, instead they were having dinner...er...breakfast technically. Well, shard it, it was their dinner! Task had already gone to bed, content with just staying out of the whole ordeal. As it was she wasn't pleased about having to be around her children more. Egglings suck, slow, bother!
Yeah, yeah, and she wasn't much different half the time. The green handler stifled another yawn as a wherling came in, the first of the group. It was one of the ones with the red hatchlings. The ruby was no doubt curled up in her dark cave with the other wherets. The blonde haired handler looked at the wherling, and then sighed. Might as well get it over with.
"Yo! Wherling get'cha buts over here. Food, but in a chair, now! Trust me, you want to eat and get out of here. Daylight is for sleeping when you're bonded to a wher, not for eating." Tarin knew that whatever time they were using up here would be taken from their time in bed, so she wanted to get them moving out quickly. They had already dallied enough as it were with the other wherling master teaching them about feeding and oiling their new lifemate.
Nope, couldn't wait till the evening apparently. Sighing, Tarin grabbed for her klah wishing it were wine instead. Faranth she was crabby this morning.
Yeah, yeah, and she wasn't much different half the time. The green handler stifled another yawn as a wherling came in, the first of the group. It was one of the ones with the red hatchlings. The ruby was no doubt curled up in her dark cave with the other wherets. The blonde haired handler looked at the wherling, and then sighed. Might as well get it over with.
"Yo! Wherling get'cha buts over here. Food, but in a chair, now! Trust me, you want to eat and get out of here. Daylight is for sleeping when you're bonded to a wher, not for eating." Tarin knew that whatever time they were using up here would be taken from their time in bed, so she wanted to get them moving out quickly. They had already dallied enough as it were with the other wherling master teaching them about feeding and oiling their new lifemate.
Nope, couldn't wait till the evening apparently. Sighing, Tarin grabbed for her klah wishing it were wine instead. Faranth she was crabby this morning.
