"He sounds and looks like quite a handful," V'drare said, grinning easily as he took the plate and walk with her. "I don't believe you and I have met yet.""I don't believe we have," Andronda answered with a small smile. "And
Marble is definitely a handful, but he just hatched this morning, so I
have to forgive him for the moment."
The arrival of a gold flit added to the small storm of chaos around
Andronda; Marble saw the gold and the chunk of roast dangling, and
immediately made a scrambled climb up Andronda's shoulder, jaws
opening wide to take the piece of meat. There were no manners with
this baby, not yet.
"Its okay, its okay!" Andronda reassured the young woman, a candidate,
by her knots. "If she wants to give him a piece, its fine if it
quiets him down. Just as long as we can all get to a table before he
leaves me covered in scratches. Again."
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown