An Odd Emergency

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 28th May 2010

Characters: E'naer, G'jou
Description: E'naer has to deal with rather strange and amusing situation among the weyrlings.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 4 of Turn 5
Notes: Also features an unnamed bluerider

What's the emergency this time? ** E'naer asked his green when he
rushed towards the weyrlingbarracks. He had received urgent summons from
a frantic weyrling.

}: I don't know :{ the green sounded puzzled. }: None of the dragonets
feel pain or upset. :{

**Maybe it's among the humans then? ** The Weyrlingmaster's third only
received a mental equivalent for a shrug from his dragon.

"I'm telling you, it's down there," a young weyrling said, one hand on
his hip while the other pointed directly at a little blue who looked
between him and his rider.

"And I'm telling you that it ain't!" the blue's lifemate replied, both
arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"All right, what's going on here?" E'naer asked, arriving to the scene.

"Suitath ate my glove," the first weyrling said in a rather
high-pitched, whiny voice.

"Really?" E'naer could't believe his ears.

"He says he doesn't even know what a glove is!" the other weyrling
protested.

"You don't have to know what something is to put it in your mouth," the
victim shot back.

"What kind of glove it was?" E'naer asked. He looked at the blue in
question. He seemed to be fine. Well, dragons ate whole herdbeasts:
bones, hides and all. If it was hideglove, he supposed it would get
digested without problems.

"It was a new bovine leather glove. A gift from my parents," he added
with another high pitched whine.

}:It certainly smelled like bovine,:{ the little blue agreed, but
quickly added, }:It didn't taste like it, though.:{

"Oh shards," his lifemate whispered his eyes growing wide. "Suitath
_did_ eat it." He relayed what his blue had told him and looked at the
weyrlingmaster third. "He'll be ok, won't he?"

"Oh, he'll be fine, dragons have very effient digestive systems. If they
can digest bone, a glove is not a problem," E'naer said. He turned to
the other weyrling: "Your glove is goner, I am afraid." Then he
couldn't keep his face serious any longer and bursted out to laughter.

"But that was _real_ bovine leather!" the weyrling cried in horror.

"As opposed to what? _Fake_ bovine leather?" the blue weyrling asked,
as if the idea were ludicrous.

The gloveless boy failed to see how that was funny. "I want my glove
back!"

"Sure, as soon as Suitath passes it," his rider shrugged.

E'naer couldn't stop laughing. It wasn't very nice towards the boy who
had lost his glove, but he couldn't help it, it was just too hilarious.

"You owe me a glove!" the boy persisted. "E'naer, tell him he owes me a
glove!"

E'naer rather doubted the other boy could afford it. "Why don't you talk
with the Headwoman about it?", he suggested, wiping mirthful tears out
his eye corners.

"Get over it, G'jou," the bluerider said with a sigh. "I'm sorry
Suitath ate it, but there's nothing to be done about it _now_."

"But I want _my_ glove back!" the boy cried, still not wanting to accept
that it was gone.

"It's gone," E'naer said.

"But..." G'jou looked between the green and blueriders and finally
threw up his hands in disgust. "Fine! You can just keep the stupid old
glove!" Turning on his heel, he stormed off in a huff.

"Well, this was rare occasion," E'naer murmured. He turned to the blue
weyrling. "Try to teach your dragonet what he can eat and what not to
eat, okay?"

"Yes, sir," the weyrling saluted.

"Good," E'naer said. "Ate the glove, that's the first one," he chuckled
under his breath.

Last updated on the May 28th 2010

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