Congregation(Salina, Ez)

[dragon]

Ah, one of the few times the weyrlings seemed to catch a break now-a-days, dinner time. T'rad was sitting at a table, plate loaded and glass filled to the brim with juice. The bluerider weyrling took yet another bite of a sweetroll he'd placed on his plate to the side. They weyrling was quiet, but not just because he was busy stuffing his face. T'rad was in thought. He'd chosen this time to reflect and he was too distracted to hide such an expression.

Paleoth was off elsewhere, napping. The blue dragonet seemed to find time to nap whenever he could now. Things seemed so much busier as the months dragged on. T'rad had to admit he was both excited and worried, but he tried to hide the latter from Paleoth. Best not to upset the already mood-shifting blue. So T'rad let Paleoth nap while he pondered and ate. Whether or not he intended to have company was not certain. Though one might assume he didn't expect a soul to approach him. He seemed completely isolated in and of himself. But, infact, he did make it a point to start becoming more outgoing with the other weyrlings. Perhaps it was an attempt to gain H'gar's favor, despite his reservations for the new weyrlingmaster. Well, new to T'rad. Some weren't as receptive as others, the young man would learn to keep his distance from them. Others he would try to forge some bond with.

T'rad let the half-eaten sweetroll drop from his hand as he leaned back in his chair and sighed. Afterward was a momentary follow-up of a sip of the juice, placed gracefully back on the table before him. T'rad didn't bother to dive into his food again just yet. He'd much rather take his time and enjoy the meal, and the down time that came with it.

[neopanther]

Swallowing dry, he tried to wet his parched throat a little with saliva. Though it failed. It was an agonizing pace at which his tankard filled with warmed klah. Irritatingly slow. Painfully taunting. But it filled!

And he had it drained twice as fast. Filling it once more before he turned his attention to the empty plate that remained aloft in his other hand. He filled it. Tubers, meat rolls, vegetables, spiderclaws, anything and everything that was going, and shards but he intended on virtually gorging himself. Though he knew it would have adverse affects as soon as he and the others were ordered to run another fifty laps or so when either he or Z’dayi inevitably opened their mouths over something. But he had been neglected where food was concerned. The standard slops of the kitchen drudges seemed like a culinary delight in comparison the scraps of virtually mouldy bread that could nearly up and walk itself from the room. From his opinion anyway.

He slid onto the bench next to T’rad, his fellow blue rider. “Good feasting today then eh?” He smirked as he sat down with a veritable mound of food before him, he cracked his knuckles, eagerly anticipating the food and glory that sat before him. Triumph at a full meal.