Post by Rowana on Mar 4, 2009 20:30:23 GMT -5
T'ke sighed as he returned to his room. Another wasted day. Why had he let Garaeth convince him to go to that silly caravan? It wasn't like he even had any marks to spend. Ke'rin wasn't back yet, but T'ke was actually a little glad. He didn't feel like sharing his boredom. With another sigh, he moved to sit on his bed.
"ACK!" T'ke stood back up sharply. What is it? Gareath poked a worried head over his shoulder. He had just grow big enough to do that. "Something's in my pocket!" He reached into his back pocket, almost afraid of what he'd find, and pulled out a small, round egg. "Eh?" T'ke frowned. Some kid had probably put it there as a prank, hoping he'd sit on it. Good think he'd felt it first.
Oh! Garaeth brought his nose closer to examine the egg. Do you think it will hatch? he asked hopefully. "No," T'ke said firmly with the tired air of one who had to explain things too many times. "I don't think it will hatch. I think...Eeee!" The egg was shaking!
It is hatching! the dragon cried with delight. What do you think is inside? A wherry? A fire lizard? "A tunnelsnake, knowing my luck," T'ke muttered with disgust. Before he could think of an excuse to get rid of it without upsetting Garaeth, it split and a small ball of wet feathers rolled out into his hands.
"Oh." What else could he say? The little darter was so tiny and fragile he wasn't really sure what to do with it. Both dragon and rider stared, one in awe and the other in horror. Long enough for the little creature to fixate on T'ke and screech loudly at him. T'ke winced, holding it away from him as if it were poisoness.
"What do you suppose is wrong with it?" T'ke cried in panic. I bet he is hungry. Garaeth suggested calmly. "He? How do you know it's a he?' he asked in exasperation. I know. Garaeth told him smugly. T'ke rolled his eyes. What did darters eat anyway? For lack of anything else, he went to the shelf above his bed and took down half a roll he had saved from breakfast. Setting the creature down, he crumbled up the roll in front of it and it set to with a will. "Great," T'ke muttered. "Now I'll have crumbs in my bed."
What are you going to call him? Garaeth asked curiously. "What makes you think I'm going to keep him?" T'ke countered. Garaeth reared back. T'ke! How can you say that? Look! He thinks you are his clutchmother. he said in a scolding tone, but his eyes twinkled. "Lucky me," T'ke growled. "Fine. We can keep him. I'll name him Pest." Do not be so crud, Garaeth complained. He thought for a moment. I know! His name is Akyo! T'ke's eyes narrowed at his dragon as he remembered his earlier expletives. "Are you mocking me, Garaeth," he accused. Of course not! he replied innocently.
T'ke shook his head and turned back to the little creature, now curled up in a tiny nest on his covers. "Fine. He's name is Akyo."
"ACK!" T'ke stood back up sharply. What is it? Gareath poked a worried head over his shoulder. He had just grow big enough to do that. "Something's in my pocket!" He reached into his back pocket, almost afraid of what he'd find, and pulled out a small, round egg. "Eh?" T'ke frowned. Some kid had probably put it there as a prank, hoping he'd sit on it. Good think he'd felt it first.
Oh! Garaeth brought his nose closer to examine the egg. Do you think it will hatch? he asked hopefully. "No," T'ke said firmly with the tired air of one who had to explain things too many times. "I don't think it will hatch. I think...Eeee!" The egg was shaking!
It is hatching! the dragon cried with delight. What do you think is inside? A wherry? A fire lizard? "A tunnelsnake, knowing my luck," T'ke muttered with disgust. Before he could think of an excuse to get rid of it without upsetting Garaeth, it split and a small ball of wet feathers rolled out into his hands.
"Oh." What else could he say? The little darter was so tiny and fragile he wasn't really sure what to do with it. Both dragon and rider stared, one in awe and the other in horror. Long enough for the little creature to fixate on T'ke and screech loudly at him. T'ke winced, holding it away from him as if it were poisoness.
"What do you suppose is wrong with it?" T'ke cried in panic. I bet he is hungry. Garaeth suggested calmly. "He? How do you know it's a he?' he asked in exasperation. I know. Garaeth told him smugly. T'ke rolled his eyes. What did darters eat anyway? For lack of anything else, he went to the shelf above his bed and took down half a roll he had saved from breakfast. Setting the creature down, he crumbled up the roll in front of it and it set to with a will. "Great," T'ke muttered. "Now I'll have crumbs in my bed."
What are you going to call him? Garaeth asked curiously. "What makes you think I'm going to keep him?" T'ke countered. Garaeth reared back. T'ke! How can you say that? Look! He thinks you are his clutchmother. he said in a scolding tone, but his eyes twinkled. "Lucky me," T'ke growled. "Fine. We can keep him. I'll name him Pest." Do not be so crud, Garaeth complained. He thought for a moment. I know! His name is Akyo! T'ke's eyes narrowed at his dragon as he remembered his earlier expletives. "Are you mocking me, Garaeth," he accused. Of course not! he replied innocently.
T'ke shook his head and turned back to the little creature, now curled up in a tiny nest on his covers. "Fine. He's name is Akyo."
