Who: Myre and Tseng When: Childhood Day! Where: Myre's Cave Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 Summary: Myre, refusing to even so much as look outside her bed, rouses some attention with her demanding wails for her family. Tseng investigates!
...and Myrenatelli was not a happy dragonet. At all. She'd been awake for two hours already and mother still hadn't brought her breakfast! And her bed had shifted around in the night so all her nice soft cloths were out of reach. She could get up and get them, she supposed, but why should she? She had a big brother and her big brother had that stupid pink little talking animal of his. They could come and fix her bed. She wasn't the one who'd messed it up. It probably had been Keman and dumb old Shana. They were always being mean to her!
Roaring in frustration, Myre lifted her head and bellowed once more for her mother. Where was she? She never left the Lair this early. Unless she was giving Keman some more stupid special lessons. Stupid, stupid Keman. She'd show him. She was going to be a Shaman, like Mother, and Keman was just some weird dragon who got too attached to his dinners. Pets. Whatever.
She didn't even realize that she wasn't in her normal cave. She hadn't bothered to turn up the lights - she wanted to nap more after breakfast - or get up and out of her jewel and fabric piled bed. She was comfy. But cold. She hated being cold. And now she was cold and hungry, and she wasn't going to take it anymore. At this point, she'd even take Keman bringing her a fresh kill.
Sucking in a great breath and lifting herself - with some effort - onto her rear legs, Myre screamed yet again into the dimness of her cave.