Fr'es had, in the past handful of months, made herself an expert of Stygiath's moods and whims. She was stubborn. Determined. Clever. Often restless. Easily bored. Left to her own devices, she would find- or make- trouble. No matter how safe and clean Fr'es thought the weyr, Sygiath found a way.
Today, it was about the storms, the air heavy with raindrops yet unshed, thunder already booming over the distant jungle.
The storms always brought out the worst in Stygiath.
Fr'es couldn't- and didn't want to- change her or chain her, which meant she had to channel her, before she decided she had to go outside and try to race the lightning.
I'm going to hide your dinner in six buckets around this common room, Francesca said, Find them all and I'll give you a special treat.
Sometimes- bribery was the only option.
I want to play outside games. Hunting inside is boring, Stygiath complained, Let's go bug hunting instead.
We can't break curfew, Stygiath.
Of course we can, Stygiath snorted, unimpressed, turning to walk outside.
Play my game today and I'll take you fishing tomorrow during our lunch hour, Fr'es countered quickly, before she lost her dragon entirely.
Stygiath cocked her head, considering, And I can knock over the furniture.
Fr'es sighed at the prospect of putting the common room back to rights. But sometimes, compromises needed to be made, And you can knock over the furniture. Turn around and face the wall. Remember- I'll know if you cheat.