((Because my dinosaur, may it now RIP, can't seem to actually send when it says it does. =P ))

Early midmorning, Kampeon made his way along the Weyrbowl, trailing green and gold firelizards in his wake. The little green was chirping happily to everything and the WeyrHealer's mouth was set into a frown. Noisy had been, to his misfortune, aptly named. Shells, didn't she ever stop? Sharlot followed as well, amused greatly. Even her empty Infirmary did not stand up to this kind of possible entertainment. Akrura was asleep. It figured.

Kampeon had decided it was well time to work on getting Noisy to listen better and possibly carry messages. Stopping, he pulled out a scrap of parchment and mentally nudged the green with an image of the picture. Noisy was surprised and leveled out the curlicue she had been doing. Why did hers want her to play with the little parchment? It certainly wasn't any fun, unlike hers.

Kampeon motioned the little green over, his intent obvious. Instead of following his cue to sit in his crooked arm, Noisy chose instead to sit on top of hers' head. Ooo, it was fun here! Kampeon's scowl deepened. This could take a while. Sharlot's eyes whirled in amusement at the appearance of the tall red headed Healer with a green flit contrasting so heavily, in color and temperament. She certainly agreed with Noisy, that was more fun. Kampeon didn't. This could be a long morning.