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[Astara]

If happy and know, shout to sky! If happy and know, shout to sky! If Ressansk happy and know it, and really want show it!, if Ressansk happy and know, shout to sky!

Since when was the last time Ressan needed music to accompany what he was doing? "Ressansk, shut the bloody shards up," Ressan commanded in as quiet a tone as he could manage. The blue would give them away to any number of the hold whers here and that was unacceptable. What the bluehandler, with Ressansk being his annoying self, was trying to steal away some of the wherry meat that had been cut the previous day at the whole in prepartion for the upcoming winter. Ressansk, despite his annoyness, needed to be fed and fresh wherry meat, tossesd in with some spices from Venis' storagerooms sounded good to him.

But look handler! There's rock shaped like dragon-cousin. Isn't it pretty? Ressansk want to eat rock up.

"That's not shutting up," Ressan snapped, forgetting for a moment where he was. "If anything, that's getting worse." The eighteen year old riffled through a few of the cuts, feeling them. He wasn't going to take anything but the best if he could manage it. However, if it was edible, it would due for the blue wher and him and his flitters just fine.

Quiet is boring. Ressansk try help not be boring. And there something handler should know. Ressansk loves handler so much! Loves more than anything! Handler is best of bestest! Ressansk would do anything for handler.

Why did he even try to reason with the creature? Ressansk had no logic as with to speak of. Sighing, Ressan picked out two of the cuts, shoving them in a bag that he'd attached to Ressansk. Leaving the storageroom, it took a few minutes to get back into the courtyard the way they had come and the thief proceeded to try and remember which exit he'd taken before when escaping the hold or which would be easier to sneak out through. Between tended to ruin fresh meat or require him to take longer to heat it up. So, he wanted to avoid sending Ressansk between as much as possible.

Ressansk thinks front door best. Easier and can see people, too

Yeah, the wher really had sense...

[zombi]

The large red dragon swooped down from the skies, her presence a known sight by now. Ivory talons scraped the earth, exposing the terrain beneath. There was little respect for the Holders, and Moeoldath showed it. She was here for collections, not for anything else. Her selections were made from dragon-back, and Kate would flit about them for more information. Any hostile actions towards Kate would be solved by Moeoldath's teeth, as it had been seen before.

"Shut up and bring forth those worthy of candidacy," she barked, yanking on the rein-like strap of her fighting straps. "I want them presented, and then we'll discuss which ones we can take." There was no resistance; the whers wouldn't be able to fight a full force of dragons seen now. There were two blues, a green, and a heavy-set Avalanche behind Enthalda, and all were experienced in the ways of combat.


(WIP)