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"Oh, you're fine," Elibrie told Lord Chomps, frowning at the grumpy little flit. He'd been so practically from the moment he'd hatched, but had been especially so since she'd Impressed. He had actually taken very well to Kesucianth, but he had not taken to their relocation to the Weyrling Barracks. He was a territorial little fellow, and being removed from his territory was a most unwelcome turn of events. It was, at least, an amusing sort of distraction for his bonded. It might seem the end of the world to the firelizard, but to her it was cute, and just...delightfully normal to be dealing with one of his little tantrums. "Here, look, it's even our same blankets."

Brightstar and Lullaby obviously approved, as they were comfortably curled up together for a snooze. Kesucianth looked on with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Yes," Elibrie answered with a sigh, shaking her head. "He wants to go back to his cot instead of this one, except it's not our cot anymore." Trying to get that through to his tiny little head was proving difficult, but at least he wasn't an especially vocal thrower-of-fits. He was more of a sulker, with bonus angry noises if something or someone really upset him.

Unmoved by her arguments as to why this cot was equal to the previous one, Chomps continued to sit on their trunk and glower at the offending sleeping-place.

"Fine, be that way," the bluerider told him and sat down herself to enjoy a bit of cuddletime with the other two. And Kesucianth, of course. "The rest of us will just be comfortable without you."

When Kinye's trio took up a sad chorus, she smiled fondly, while Brightstar lifted his head and tilted it curiously, with a little peep of query. "Oh, what a tragedy. It's so hard to be a little flit, isn't it?"

The rest are not quite as bad, Kesucianth noted, though he was also glad to know that this was, evidently, fairly typical flit behavior. The two absent ones could be a bit rowdy, but they were sweet enough. But I do hope he accepts his new living arrangements soon.

"I always knew he was particular, but not this particular. I don't think it helps that he misses Lusialu, too." The pale flit was exceedingly picky about people, but he'd come around to Lusialu in time, and now there were different people all around! Nevermind that they weren't all different, as Kinye was hardly a stranger. But there was no Lusialu and no Oranie, and he did not approve of this shake-up.

Watching Metisoth deal with Canvas, Elibrie was impressed. "Well, that takes care of that. Just as well, or he'd be very unpopular in no time at all." She imagined a flit who misbehaved loudly would be even more unpopular in the Weyrling Barracks than in the Candidate Barracks. Now everyone really, really needed their sleep - not that she'd done terribly well in that area herself, so far. "He'll come around, I'm sure," she agreed, "He just doesn't like change, apparently."

She couldn't entirely blame him - change could be frightening, she well knew. Case in point...most of her life, at the moment.

Kesucianth pressed his nose against His' leg, offering a wellspring of love and comfort, as always, while Chomps hissed at Metisoth for looking at him while he was having a grump. He knows better than to bite a dragon, I think, though perhaps I give him too much credit in saying so.

Elibrie, too, missed Lusialu. She dearly wished that their friend had Impressed with them; though she'd always known it was possible they'd Impress separately, in her heart of hearts she'd hoped they would all be together...but it hadn't happened that way. They had no Lusialu, no Oranie, no Juhvek. The young bluerider sighed.

At Kinye's talk of a chorus of unhappy flits, though, she let out a little huff of a laugh. "Now that would really go over well at lights-out." The displeasure from the Weyrlingmaster over such a thing would be quite something, she imagined, and was certainly something she didn't wish to see. She was suddenly very glad her lot were reasonably well-trained, even if Chomps was territorial and Snoops a bit nosy. None of them were likely to get her into trouble. "I'm surprised Chomps is dealing with it as well as he is, to be honest, but he actually seems to like Kesucianth, even if it does mean sharing."

When Metisoth approached and offered her support - and nose - as well, Elibrie blinked in surprise. "Oh...hello." Tentatively, hoping neither Metisoth nor Kinye would mind, she offered a gentle little scritch. "Thank you."

Kesucianth was also somewhat surprised to be joined by his sister, but appreciated it nonetheless. A fair point. Their teeth are quite a bit smaller than ours.

"Maybe?" Elibrie considered the question with interest, peering at her flits as though they could provide an answer. "Maybe it's something to do with how they usually live in fairs." And while she had five and that was quite a lot by most standards, she'd heard of people having even more than that; maybe if she hadn't Impressed, she'd have continued to collect them, but she was more than content with her set of perfect blues. Perhaps in some way, they just considered Kesucianth a part of their 'fair' now. Lullaby in particular seemed to get on very well with him, and she appreciated that immensely.

Kesucianth returned to resting his head in His' lap, and received rubs behind his headknobs for it - not that that was why he did it, as he stuck to her like glue regardless, but it was quite lovely to receive such attentions. Only if they ignore his considerable warnings, I am given to understand.

The red eyes, the posturing, the hissing, the grumbling, and so on. While Kesucianth didn't precisely approve of such behavior, he also didn't begrudge the flit his space, and if someone ignored all the warning signs and got bitten, well...they had been told, in flit-speak at least.