Feeling well? {Open}

[shadowreine]

'Her name's Cynara," Terlara supplied. "I guess I have a bit of a desire to be like her. I'd be happy with a green, too," she admitted. "Or maybe one of the weird ones."

She was not sure about the new dragons, but the blacks and purples at least seemed to be healthy...she just wasn't sure she *wanted* one, but she wasn't going to admit that.

[Sparrow]

"The weird ones?" Ala raised her eyebrows. That didn't sound like a particularly good way to refer to them. "I think all the new colors seem nice." Yes, Purples and Creams, both very pretty. The Blacks she wasn't as sure about... black had always been a sort of dark and shadowy color in her mind. ((Not in color terms... personality-wise. xP))

Cynara... A'vic's head hurt.

You're not getting better Mine, Yaphorath pointed out worriedly. He had been fooled for a moment too, but now felt even more nervous.

[shadowreine]

Terlara hrmed. "I don't mean weird in the negative sense. Sometimes weird can be fun and interesting. Although I know I don't want a purple." She smiled wryly. "They have to fly with flamethrowers, and...well...I don't think I want a gold either."

[Sparrow]

"Flamethrowers are nasty to carry around." Ala had worked ground crews a few times, although she did her very best to avoid it. As she had just said, she didn't like them. Vir marched up to A'vic, inspecting him with curious, whirling eyes.

"I'm going to my weyr," A'vic muttered, standing and grabbing another fruit of Ala's plate before starting towards the exit of the kitchens. He hadn't really been a part of the conversation anyways. Nor did he really want to be.

Shall I come meet you? Yaphorath still sounded anxious.

[shadowreine]

Terlara gave the dragonrider a slightly concerned look before turning back to Ala. "Exactly. I'd rather my dragon made his or her own flame, even if firestone does stink."