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Aspalath was half under his riders cot. He usually tucked himself completely into the hiding spot but he was dozing lightly in the warm rays of the sun filtered through the window so his back half was exposed. His back legs sprawled to either side while his tail curled and occasionally twitched in some half dream. For a change he was calm and content.

Erastan stood a few meters away leaning over one of the wash basin's in the room, cleaning his hands of blood and grim that were part and parcel of giving a dragonlet good freshly butchered meat.
Neither dragon or newly minted rider were paying much attention. As Erastan had been the first to finish his assigned chore he had thought he would have the barrcks to himself. At least for a while.

Of course the peace and quiet could not last long.

Aspalath screamed when Baihath pounced him, there was no other way of describing the sound. His eyes swirled white in terror and he shot up with his wings flared, throwing the light cot half way across the room at the same time.

He bolted terrified for his rider.
Erastan of course had reacted instantly upon his partners terror. He held out his arms and Aspalath fled into them, curling against his scrawny chest and trembling like a leaf.

If looks could kill the glare that Erastan fixed onto the white would have seen his bones shatter and his lungs ripped out.
Someone was in trouble.

Erastan didn't have the compassion in him to be worried about another dragon when his own was still a shaking mess. He soothed him with gentle hands and the blue slowly uncurled as the reality of the situation. Once he felt that the hatchling was calmer he stood up.

"Maybe teach him not to jump people who are sleeping." He told the girl coldly. Considering he was barley 5,5 and was skinny enough to make a good dragon tooth pick he gave the words more weight of menace than they probably deserved.

Aspalath was slowly picking himself up and gathering his thoughts into logical process again. Despite the fact that he was still hidden behind Erastan's legs with his eyes whirling yellow he managed to stammer out a shaky mental response. It's okay. Don't hate me. I forgive you.

Erastan was less willing to be forgiving but in the end he folded to his dragons desires. "Yea, it's fine." he echoed without conviction. "Now, just move out of the doorway, we'll leave."

Aspalath was thankful for the whites platitudes and sweetness but he was still quite convinced there was something wrong with him, a reason why all his clutch sibs would dislike him despite all the said to the contrary
A simple "Thankyou.". was the only fitting response that he could come up with for both statements. I don't hate you either. .
He still wasn't sure what to make of his white brother, all his bouncing and pouncing was very alarming to a nervous little blue.

Erastan looked straight at Alya. Considered her words for few protracted seconds then shook his head. "I don't think we're going to do that." Weather he meant his reply in regards to staying in the room with the white bonded pair, fighting thread at all or fighting together, it was impossible to say.

Either way it didn't stop him from walking up to her and giving her shoulder a rough shove to forcibly remove from his path. As usual Aspalath had returned to being basically surgically attached to Erastans leg. Barley even breaking contact when he moved suddenly.

Aspalath was devoted to Erastan, their love for each other was strong even if their bond still had a way to go before it was stabilized, however Baihath was Aspalath's clucth sibling and that meant something to so when his rider shoved Alya and he felt his white brother's alarm he stopped and looked back.
As soon as Erastan stepped forward and felt the heat of his blue's body leave the side of his leg he stopped too and looked back at his bonded.

"I think you alarmed them. Hurt them a little." Aspalath noted to his rider with a frown to his voice.

"They wouldn't move so I moved them, besides, they started it."

"But they might hate us now."

"I don't care. I am used to people hating me. I am fed up with people. no point wasting my time on them. Especially when they hurt you."

Aspalath gently put his nose to Erastan's hand. "I know you care though, if you thought you really hurt them and hated you it would bother you. We have to be careful because I am the weakest out of all my brothers and sisters."

"No, you are the best, the only one that could love me." Erastan replied, the whole exchange was silent but at the end Aspalath's eyes swirled purple with love for his rider and when he turned back to the white pair Erastan didn't try to stop him.
Very shyly Aspalath extended his head and touched his nose to Baihath's tail.
"My rider says sorry, he does not know how to deal with people, but he did not mean to hurt."

Since Erastan was now out of the brackets, more in the open and able to escape if needed he forced himself to ease a degree of tension in his shoulders. But his brows were still furrowed and his over all demeanor made him seem much older than his tender 15 turns.

But once Aspalath had delivered his message he returned to Erastan's side and when they connected again and Erastan was able to reach down and touch the delicate blue head, something like a half smile flickered across his visage for an instant.

"I am glad you are both well after all." Aspalath replied

Erastan considered the girl in his turn. "It's okay," he told her after a prolonged pause. "You are just like the rest of them here, you fit in, we're the odd ones. Can't have known that, so best you stick with them." With the situation resolved to satisfaction Erastan turned to leave again.