Little Chef, { tags: anyone up at six AM }

[Fia]

One fine morning, before most people were up, a little boy who always woke up early decided that he was hungry. His little dragon, half asleep but not wanting to be left behind, had followed and was poking his little wedge-shaped head into the Kitchens, forbidden by His to enter. They needed permission first, the boy had explained. The Hydrangea, believing that they would only be there until His got something to eat, had waited patiently outside before it occurred to him that they had been there for a very long time.

Danmine....? Um... why are we still here? Belluth asked, sounding uncomfortable.

I found some little cake pans and decided to make some for my sister! She helped me out with you lots, remember? Like when you got tangled up in those sheets when you tried to climb into my bed? I hafta thank her somehow! D'an explained, pouring the made-from-scratch batter into the little pans. The boy hardly looked like someone who could cook very well, but appearances were often deceiving. D'an was a very, very good cook. Yes, he was twelve... but he looked nine, he could get away with it without too much teasing from fellow boys.

But... shouldn't we ask first? the hatchling asked awkwardly, entering quietly and curling up near his fluffy-haired lifemate.

Well.... yes, we should... but my sis would do it, so... "Oh well," the weyrling sang out cheerfully, opening an oven and placing the pans carefully inside.

If you say so, Danmine...

[Midnight]

((Is that a Ratatouille reference? <3))

Fiora woke early, creeling and tugging at her slumbering owner's pajamas. Melir groaned and rolled over, but the Rose persisted, chirping loudly in his ear until he finally relented. Melir sighed and sat up, pulling on an old robe. "All right, all right..." He mumbled, yawning. Extending an arm for Fiora to perch on, he headed for the kitchens, stumbling with grogginess.

As he neared the kitchen, he perked up a little as the smell of something baking reached his nose. He loved sweets, especially cakes and cookies, and he had a feeling that was what was up in the kitchen.

"Hello?" He called as he stepped into the kitchen. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the young Hydangrea. "Ooh! Baby dragon!" He exclaimed, grinning. Fiora trilled, reminding him of his real purpose, but he was too impressed by the "baby" to think about her right now.

[Fia]

((...So that's why it sounded so familiar to me... ))

A voice!

We've been found out! Belluth exclaimed, darting behind His, though the boy wasn't nearly big enough to hide him.

D'an turned around in surprise, relaxing at the sight of the grinning young man. "Hi," he greeted, smiling in a way that held the barest int of shyness.

His 'baby dragon' peered around him. Mine? Who's that?

I dunno. "I'm D'an. This is Belluth. What's your name?" the weyrling asked in his yet unmatured voice, tilting his head, eyes wide and innocent, and looking very cute. Add the pink and blue dragonet behind him and it made a downright adorable picture.

Devil chose that moment to burst in, zoom around D'an's head, and settle onto the back of a chair, chittering wildly in a such a way that she seemed to be 'ranting' quite madly. This was enhanced by the fact that her eyes were spinning brilliantly yellow, blue, and green.

"And that's Twisted Little Devil. Devvie. She's crazy." This was stated quite matter-of-factly.

[Hockey]

A'runalmine! I am dying of hunger!

"Okay, okay!" A'runal was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Before Caseyth, A'runal had never woken up so early. Now, he woke up before the sun every morning. Kaja followed the pair, dashing around Caseyth's head, trying to make the large annoying creature who had woken him up so early dizzy.

Mine, why does it move so much and so quickly? He chased after the little flitter, trying to catch it. What he would do with it after he caught it was anybody's guess, as even Caseyth didn't know.

"I don't know, he was just born that way -yawn- I suppose." He sniffed. "Smells like someone's already up." With that, he turned to go back to the barracks, but Caseyth kept going. Nothing would deter the little dragon, especially when it came to food, and no one would stop him, not even A'runal.

Hello! he exclaimed to the Hydrangea dragon he saw as soon as he walked into the kitchens. I'm Caseyth! Who are you? The bright, obnoxious dragon nearly pounced on the other in his excitement.

[Midnight]

Melir grinned. He loved kids! He didn't know weyrlings could be that young, but whatever. "Hi D'an, I'm Melir. I'm a candidate," He introduced himself, sticking out a hand for the younger boy to shake. Those eyes were so cute, really. Flora chirped and nudged his cheek, reminding him to introduce her, too. "And this is Flora."

When another flitter suddenly zoomed in, he yelped and ducked, making Flora screech in annoyance. She left his shoulder and went to a chair, pouting. The newcomer wasn't even a male!

Melir was about to ask what D'an was up to when another hatchling bounded in. His grin just broadened at the sight of the hyper little weyrling. "Oooh, another one! Am I interrupting a weyrling cooking party, or something?"

[Fia]

D'an's smile turned into a little grin as he shook the Candidate's hand with his considerably smaller one. "Nice to meet you, Melir. Hello, Flora." The boy bowed dramatically, voice turning deeper and taking on a very strange accent. "Vay-ree nice to meet-a you, miss-a Flora, Vay-ree goot!"

Mine... I doubt that he can understand you- ACK! The hatchling jumped, looking around in astonishment when the hyper little Two-tone appeared out of nowhere. Oh. Hello Caseyth. I'm Belluth, your clutch-brother. Nice to meet you properly.

D'an squeaked. "Ooooooh, he's two colors! COOL! And nope, no cooking party. But that would be FUN!" Look, Belluth, he's two colors!

The Hydrangea looked highly affronted. So am I, Danmine.

"You don't count."

My colors change.

"You still don't count."

Belluth snorted and Devil zipped off towards the new dragonet, 'cackling' madly.