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It was the breeze that woke her, and the warm morning sun - both made it quite obvious that she was not in the Barracks. And she was very definitely not on a cot, either. The surface was uneven, but not uncomfortable, but also a bit damp...ah. A blanket over sand, not soaked because there was cover overhead, but still a little wet courtesy of the storm. And the morning sun wasn't the only thing that was warm: she had company. Right. Khamaith had gone up, and she had decided to give in this time (not that she'd been holding out due to any particular principle, it had all just seemed rather a bother in the making). Maybe she'd just been in proximity to a more appealing prospect, this time - she certainly couldn't conjure any complaints from what she remembered in her current half-aware haze.

Something pulled at her toes, and Nashwa reluctantly shifted just enough to glance down and see that it was Altan, peering up at her curiously. She huffed and gently nudged him away with her foot before resuming her oh-so-comfortable position.

Oh! Another flit! Altan crooned a greeting at the green and scuttled around to the side of the pair so that he would be a little closer to his fellow flit. He could tell his bonded would rather he not climb on her just now, so sitting close by was the best he could do.

"Good morning," Nashwa answered, a smile in the words even as she held back a yawn. "Now there's a useful trick," she went on to note with a low chuckle when she saw what the other's flit had in its claws, and turned her head to regard Altan. "What do you think, boy? Should I teach you how to fetch breakfast?"

Cheep!

Nashwa couldn't help but smile at the little green, as well as chuckle at the situation as a whole. It was an interesting way to wake up in the morning, to be sure. A bit exposed, perhaps, but there had been rather limited options at a time when a good portion of the Weyr was looking for somewhere private, or at least semi-private. The riders were definitely the lucky ones, since they had weyrs to retreat to...although she'd not be surprised if they hadn't all succeeded in reaching them. Disarray on the morning after a goldflight was a guarantee.

"I doubt a meatroll will hurt him - I'm sure he finds and eats all sorts of things while he's off doing...whatever it is flits do when they disappear." The brown in question cheeped back at his fellow firelizard, following it up with a concerned croon, as the green seemed a touch upset. "He's been very easy to train, so he'd learn quick enough, I think. Does she stick to what she's told to fetch, or does she nab other things as well?"

Inadvertantly teaching her pet to steal would be an oops that was probably best to avoid.

Altan watched with rapt attention as Amahno took the meatroll and divided it up, and when the pieces were set down as fair game for the flits, he didn't hesitate to rush in and devour his fair share, delight humming across his bond with Nashwa. So good!!

"I can see where that would be a mixed bag," the young woman noted with a chuckle, imagining the bugs and other oddities that might be presented. "On the other hand, you may not be hungry after regardless, depending on what she's found."

Fortunately for Joudai, Altan wasn't a food thief, and was content to eat only his share. He was mostly a very well-mannered brown, and given that the other flit in question was green, well, there was little danger of him doing something that risked offending the pretty lady.

"You've got a stronger stomach than I do, then. I think if I woke up to a half-dead trundlebug for breakfast, I'd need at least half a candlemark before I was ready to try again." Nashwa wasn't an especially fussy sort, but the thought of Altan dropping a dead bug (or other crawly critter) into her hands was very inappetizing.

Nashwa made a wordless noise of disgust. Handling raw meat and fish to prepare it for cooking was one thing, but having it dropped on your face? That was a little much. "I'm starting to think I shouldn't risk teaching him," she said with a laugh. "A smelly, slimy surprise on my face first thing in the morning is not the start I need to my day."

What pillow talk they were having. Flits were such delightful creatures.

Prrrrrp? Intrigued by whatever it was that had Joudai excited, Altan tilted his head at her.

"Not when I'm still in bed!" Nashwa answered with a laugh. "I'll very happily cook my tripe for breakfast, but only when I'm good and ready. It doesn't need to meet my pillow first." Not that she actually ever ate tripe for breakfast, though she could probably make it work.

The little green was quite something, and very cute...and very enthusiastic, it seemed! Nashwa grinned, and Altan continued to watch her curiously as she circled and peeped and squonked and pounced on Hers. Cheep?

Nashwa chuckled, wrinkling her nose aa her face was sniffed at. "Sounds like my kind of girl. I don't have anything, though, honey. Sorry."