Looking for Life

[Lemon Zinger]

Drandon and his brother Dinfar were looking for any signs of life in the mountain. It seemed almost barren today for no real reason, but the leverets weren't giving up.

"Suppose they're all hiding wot?" Dinfar suggested.

"Maybe hiding the food from your fat, greedy gob." Drandon retorted as they strolled up the corridor to the mess hall.

"Take that back you fat-nosed rocks-for-brains!"

The twins were now in fine insulting form as they reached the doorway of the mess hall. They continued to bicker back and forth, their faces growing only inches and then a hairsbreadth apart. Of course, they weren't entirely serious and neither of them was taking any real offense. It was just a friendly little battle... if such dreadful language could be described as 'friendly.'

It took one final rally of Dinfar's to finally outdo his brother. "You are a greasy-bottomed, slimely-pawed, bowlegged, fleabag, wax-eared toad!"

Drandon's eyes widened with shock, then he noticed they were being watched. Quickly turning and standing to attention, he knocked his staff firmly on the ground and saluted. "Good day sir!" He said. The two of them were only leverets, so just about everyone in the mountain was of a higher rank then them.

Dinfar's excitement over having won quickly disappeared as he realized they'd been watched, he quickly stood to attention as well and held the salute like his brother, prepared for a dressing-down regarding language.

[Poizuun]

Walterra Montelthropp Starbuck

"What's all this jaw-flapping going on in here, wot?" Terra strolled into the Mess Hall, after she was walking past and heard the twins arguing, her chest puffed and trying to imitate those of higher ranks, even though she was just as old as the two of them. Her large paws slapped on the floor as she walked with a purpose, paws behind her back and long ears at attention. "I find you both to be a pair of slack-jawed, bug-eyed, newt-kissing, tail whifflers!" The young haremaid thrust out her lower jaw and stared at the two harshly before descending into a fit of giggles. "Ohoheeheeahaha! I can't believe you both thought I was one of the colonels! Jolly good observations from you two, wot! You'd make my pa proud!"

[Lemon Zinger]

Drandon sighed with relief. "Hello Terra." He said kindly, but with a bit of irritation at her jest. He had truly worried she was going to drag them off to the kitchens by their ears and put them to work. He was often down there for the pranks his brother pulled. It was a cross he carried with a mixture of patience and an amazing dose of strength to not throw his brother off a cliff sometimes.
Dinfar bristled. "Tail whifflers? Well at least I'm not a dither-eared, lard-bellied, snotty-nosed, barnicle-bellied ol' slobberchops!" He challenged. He was not one to just let an insult go, always having to run his mouth.
Drandon groaned and buried his face in one paw as his brother went at it. He foresaw trouble, and wondered what Terra would do. Part of Drandon wanted her to finally toss him out of a window on the sea side of Salamandastron, but he knew he couldn't let his brother become fish food. Drat his loyalty.