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Post by dragon on Mar 5, 2009 19:46:02 GMT -5
Rascal had been on self imposed sentinel duty ever since he'd stolen the egg. He had been akin to an overprotective figure, perched up on top of the bookcases, even going to far as to bite an archivist that had gotten irritated at the wrinkled records.
Rascal would have even flamed the man, except that he was quite aware that everything around him was extremely dry and flammable. The precious egg did need to be warm, but not that warm!
It did not escape his attention when the egg sitting next to him and under his wing actually twitched. Jumping away from it, he peeped, and then called to Lamb excitedly. Thier egg was hatching! It was hatching!!
Hopping up on top of a stack of papers next to the nest, he started humming happily, wings half cocked and arced forward in pride.
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Post by nightingale on Mar 5, 2009 21:37:12 GMT -5
Kei wasn’t entirely sure why Lamb had been following him about like a canine for the past few days. True, she had clung to him like a quaking leaf almost constantly during her infancy, but ever since her flight she had seemed far more interested in spending her days cozied up to E’yan’s brown. The boy couldn’t say he didn't like having her around. It was nice to have some company when you were stuck inside making copies of old hatching records, and Lamb wasn’t exactly a companion of the obnoxious or annoying variety. At the moment she was snuggled securely around his shoulders, sending him occasional pinpricks of affection as she drifted in and out of consiousness.
Oh, but she was just so very tired! Lamb had not imagined that watching one little egg would be so difficult...oh, but her Rascal was so good. He was watching their baby so carefully and letting her nap for a while on Her’s shoulder...her nice, nice Rascal...
The little green had just allowed her eyes to drift shut when she suddenly picked up on the vibrations pulsing through the air. Humming...Rascal humming...their egg! She chirped in alarmed, nearly tumbling from Ke’rin’s shoulder as she threw her head back to glimpse the visible edge of their paper and hide nest. The boy winced as he felt her tiny claws digging into his shoulder, and watched with some confusion as she launched herself toward the roof of the records room. He quickly spoted Rascal on top of a nearby bookshelf, and probably would have left the mystery at that had the blend of emotions he felt rippling off of is flitter not been so intriguing.
“Lamb?”
He murmured, setting down his quill and brushing gently against the little green’s mind as he rose and started toward the bookcase after her. The little green responded with a ruffle of her pinons and a flush of alarm. She glanced briefly down at him, warbling apologetically before fixating her attention on the quaking egg. A high soprano hum resonated in the back of her throat.
Mine, is there something wrong with sister Lamb?[/i] Jaymith asked from the riverbank where he had been sunning himself. I’m not really sure...she’s acting strangely.
Perhaps she is getting ready to rise? No, I don’t think so...
Flitters hummed when something was hatching, he knew that much. But what could possibly be hatching?
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Post by dragon on Mar 5, 2009 21:49:14 GMT -5
Rascal hopped about on the stack of parchments he was on, excitedly, chirping a welcome as Lamb arrived on the shelf, high above the heads of most Humans. Safe, it was! Quite safe. No 'mandyr would think to look up here. And the ploy had worked! The egg had survived to hatching day!
Not to mention that Rascal had been carefully guarding, this time around, just in case a 'mandyr had shown up. He would have eaten thier head! This was thier egg! And, better yet, soon to be thier hatchling! Rascal was excited, even as he hummed, to see what color flitter was going to come out of this giant egg. It had to be something spectacular! It was a big egg, after all. The brown puffed up proudly, and then spotted Ke'rin.
What was he doing here? And why was he approaching the nest? Rascal abandoned his hum, and jumped to the edge of the shelf to hiss a warning at the lad. He had allowed Lamb's eggs to get eaten! Rascal didn't want him any where near Lamb's new egg. Especially not now that it was hatching!
Behind him, he didn't see as the first bit of shell broke, and peaked outward in a tiny fractured mountain. For a moment, it just stayed that way, rocking slightly back and forth on it's side, and then the little broken spot started flexing up and down, working the hole in the shell larger.
Stopping his guarding hiss, Rascal turned around again, to look at the egg. Now, that was odd. Flitters didn't hatch like that! And that shell was awfully thin... Peeping his curiosity, Rascal hopped down into the nest again to peer at the moving bit of broken egg. Resting a forepaw on the egg to hold it still, he sniffed the spot.
Looking up at Lamb, he peeped a question.
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Post by hseru on Mar 5, 2009 22:37:42 GMT -5
Humming? Zeek popped his head up from where he was resting it on Rozen's collar, rustling his wings faintly as he wondered what that noise was. Peeping from a flitter, but also peeping from.. something else? It could be a flitter, but Zeek wasn't sure.
The brown gave a peep of his own, catching his bonded's attention. Rozen glanced up from the scripts she was copying. This was probably the worst job for her, other than cooking. Her writing was slow and tedious, and rather sloppy, but she had shown a rare moment of embarrassment when the archivist asked if she could copy texts. She'd mutely nodded yes. Now she cursed her own meekness, and the cramping in her hand was putting her in a foul mood.
Zeek's chirp was a welcome distraction, and when he fluttered off of her shoulder to a different part of the records room, Rozen was happy to follow, and leave her poor excuse of a copy behind on the desk. Maybe when she came back, she'd ask the archivist to let her make ink or something. Knowing that she followed, Zeek fluttered back to her, then lead her further until she rounded a shelf, spotting a young man looking at something on the top shelf of the bookcase. There also seemed to be more flitts here, and Zeek landed lightly on her shoulder, nuzzling her for following and voicing his excitement for this unknown happening. Of course, that was before he saw Lamb.
Trilling lightly, Zeek greeted Lamb, admiring her from Rozen's shoulder. The girl held back a slight groan as her flirtatious brown spotted another green, reaching up to try and distract him with a caress.
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Post by nightingale on Mar 7, 2009 1:06:39 GMT -5
Lamb warbled her nervous accordance with Rascal’s excitement, whirling yellow-green eyes resting adoringly on the egg’s mottled red surface. Oh, it would be so very nice to have a hatchling of their own! But she did not mind what colour it was. She would love her baby no matter...oh, but her Rascal must not frighten Hers! The little green lay a protective claw against the eggshell, as if to be sure it would not vanish when she looked away from it, then tilted her head over her shoulder to chatter reproachfully at the brown. Hers would never harm their baby! It had not been his fault that the awful green salamandyr had gone inside...and...and she did not mind having him here so...so please could he stay?
Kei winced slightly as the brown hissed at him, but when no attack came with it he decided against retreat. He knew better than to take threats personally when a hatching was involved...but what could possibly be hatching up there?! Lamb certainly couldn’t have clutched again without his knowing, and with both the salamandyr and flitter clutches out of the way...wait, what was that other brown doing up there? The bronzeweyrling didn’t have to wait long for an explanation, as the flitter winged off only to return moments later with a girl in tow.
“Afternoon.” He offered plainly, turning his pale eyes in Rozen’s direction. He guessed right away that having another flitter near the bookcase wasn’t going to make Rascal happy, but he was loath to ask them to leave unless the brown made it clear that their presence would not be tolerated. Lamb’s wings flared in alarm as another flitter’s voice reached her ears, and she tilted her head curiously in Zeek’s direction. She made no move to return his greeting, choosing instead to hunker down next to her egg and warble softly to Rascal. There was a strange brown near their nest...scary brown...maybe...maybe her Rascal would ask him to leave?
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Post by dragon on Mar 7, 2009 22:58:20 GMT -5
Rascal hopped around in the nest for a moment. Indescisions, indescisions! He didn't know what to do. The egg wasn't hatching like it ought to. Didn't it know any better? And then there was that person interrupting ... granted, he was Lamb's pet, but still.
Oops. He cringed away from Lamb when she chastized him for hissing at her pet, and warbled a soft apology. He peeked over the edge at Ke'rin, warbled again, and then turned his attention back to the precious egg who apparently didn't know how to hatch like a decent flitter. And then he was distracted ... again ... by another brown showing up.
Rascal immediately leapt to the defense, though not out of the nest. Stance wide and menacing, he flared his wings at the other brown, hissing. That brown had better not come any closer! In fact, he'd better back up. He could watch, but he'd better back up. Stay AWAY from the nest, and thier egg!
And with that thought, he looked back at the egg, and hopped back over to it. Why wasn't it hatching properly? Was it sick? Surely not! It was a nice, big egg. Surely it was something nice and powefuly like a brown. Or maybe even a bronze! Yeah. He'd be the first brown to parent a bronze!
Never mind he hadn't sired the egg. But that was a moot point. It was his and Lamb's egg!
And then half the shell gave up and puckered outward in a webby sort of shellish way, and the striped little black gosling fell out onto its face, little stubby pinons flung upward.
Rascal squeaked in shock, and bounced backward, before cautiously reaching forward to sniff the gosling as it finished wiggling out of the shell. He jumped back yet again, as it tumped head over teakettles, little webbed feat flug skyward for a moment before it wiggled itself upright again.
Rascal peeped curiously at Lamb, and then looked at the gosling again, which promptly made a horrid sound.
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