{Stats} {Hatchling} {Weyrling} {Adult} {Dark Moon Weyr}
"Yasukoth, I can't wait until Kalimantan sees you!"
Who's Kalimantan, Sumatra? Yasukoth asked curiously, butting her head up against her new rider's leg. And will he like me? Nevermind, that's an easy question. Everybody loves me, especially you. And if you can't wait for him to see me, then that means that he has to love me, too.
Sumatra laughed at her lifemate, scratching her on her eyeridge. "Well, Yasukoth, I don't think that anybody could not love you. Now, dearest, don't swallow it so quickly! Chew!" The dark green had begun eating the food so quickly that it appeared that she was inhaling it. "Chew!"
Yasukoth sighed deeply. Fine, I'll chew. I'll have to if I want Kalimantan to see me, I suppose. And when am I going to get to see him?
With that, Sumatra's face saddened softly, thinking of how Kalimantan had left before the hatching. "Soon, dearest, soon."
