#haevah

"I know, I know!" Little Blue-hoof chirped, releasing Vorraa's crown. "But you were about to fly to the stables without listening to me — Vorraa! You can’t eat Pryt!”

Confusion lowered Vorraa's wings to her sides. With a great, warbling breath, she craned her neck to hold Vah in the sight of one of her great silvery eyes. 'You promised me that I could.'

“I was joking! I thought you were too!”

Joking? Dinner could be difficult to come by, at times. Particularly if they were in an area with so few animals large enough to qualify as a satisfying meal. A low hiss slipped through the drakes teeth, 'I never joke about dinner.'

"Well, tuh!" The youngling’s hands shot up emphatically, "Pryt belongs to Glyllena! You can’t eat domestic talbuks."

A small handful of possible reasons for not eating domestic talbuks flipped through Vorraa's mind. None of them seemed reason enough to quit. 'Why not? I am sure that they taste just as good as wild talbuks.'

"Because you can’t eat a talbuk that belongs to someone else!”

Ah, so it was a matter of territory. Silence fell between the two for a moment as Vorraa considered this. Never before had she attempted to challenge a draenei for territory. In truth, she had thought that Haevah would disapprove of such an action. Yet, she had promised the talbuk to Vorraa knowing that a fight for territory would be inevitable. Serpentine grace shaped the resolute arc of Vorraa’s neck. Had she been a draenei herself the gesture might have been a nod. 'Then I will challenge Glyllena for ownership.'

"WHAT? No!"

'You think I am not strong enough to win?'

"No! I mean — that’s not what I mean. Look — please, just don’t eat any domestic talbuks. For me! Please?"

Shadows passed over Haevah as Vorraa's wings lowered to her sides. With a great, warbling breath, Vorraa craned her neck to hold Vah in the sight of one of her great silvery eyes. 'You promised me that I could.'

Exasperated disbelief pinched through Haevah's brows, "I was joking! I thought you were too!"

A low hiss slipped through the drakes teeth, 'I never joke about dinner.'

"Well, tuh!" The youngling's hands shot up emphatically, "Pryt belongs to Glyllena! You can't eat domestic talbuks."

'Why not? I am sure that they taste just as good as wild talbuks.'

"Because you can't eat a talbuk that belongs to someone else!" When Vorraa didn't respond right away Haevah lowered her hands. For a moment, victorious relief began to creep through the tension of her shoulders.

Serpentine grace shaped the resolute arc of Vorraa's neck. Had she been a draenei herself the gesture might have been a nod. 'Then I will challenge Glyllena for ownership.'

"WHAT? No!"

'You think I am not strong enough to win?'

"No! I mean — that's not what I mean. Look — please, just don't eat any domestic talbuks. For me! Please?"

A great snort issued from Vorraa's snout, 'alright. I will not hunt talbuks that belong to others. Nor will I challenge their masters for ownership. But you must never joke about dinner again.' With a final shake of her neck she shifted her gaze away.