Post by Lotty on Jun 1, 2009 17:51:21 GMT -5
K'sel didn't plan on having to actually be creative today, coming up with names, or finding food for starving stomachs.
He originally gave the last egg a passing glance, the gold firelizard and just about everyone else seemed awfully concerned about it. Obviously it had enough people to fret over it, and K'sel was willing to bet that whatever hatched out of that egg would find a itself on the shoulder of the most caring and worried of them all. Regrettably that wasn't him. He didn't know why, but he couldn't coo in compassion; he never had great practice in expressing sympathies, and so he was reduced to an awkward bystander. He shifted in his spot, eyeing the gap that was opening up to the side of him; it seemed that plenty of people had a same amount of hope as he, and were shuffling off back to finish their food or resume their work. The dark haired boy was fully planning on joining them, until he felt the slightest brush, a slight weight to throw him off kilter, and a pang of hunger in his stomach (despite the fact that he had already scarfed down half of his meal.)
He glanced over at the nuclear blue gremlin that had taken up residence on his shoulder - it's rainbow bright eyes swirling with the unquestionable desire to be fed, and fed immediately. Much to K'sel's delight, the firelizard did not make a squeak, a peep, or even a titter. It didn't scratch, or bite, or chew. In silence it waited as the young man hijacked an abandoned plate of food and fed the slight creature tiny morsels to fit it's diminutive size. He noted the fine features, how it was undersized for it's color, and mused on it's silent sneak attack. Either he needed to be more aware of his surroundings or he just had a knack for attracting a certain type of animal and he suspected the latter, "What is it with me?" he asked, ranting without much thought, "Everything in my life is small and I'm always picked last."
Ooof. He winced when he realized what he said, though hardly overly embarrassed, "That's not something we should say out loud now is it?" He asked the 'lizard, though it seemed the creature had a vicious quiet streak in him. Receiving nothing but a blank face and a slight pause in the chewing cycle seemed to be what would do for an answer from the firelizard before it swallowed the meatroll and flicked between with hardly a warning. Here he had his colorful compliment, a splash of vivid hue amongst his too neutral wardrobe and it had to bail out before he could strut around the weyr and show it off. Hmfff, well, K'sel wouldn't let anyone onto his disappointment, he shrugged off the departure (they would reunite soon enough) and brusquely excused the little flit as, "Sharding Eyesore."
He felt a tug at his cheeks....that little Eyesore managed to etch a smile onto his face.
He originally gave the last egg a passing glance, the gold firelizard and just about everyone else seemed awfully concerned about it. Obviously it had enough people to fret over it, and K'sel was willing to bet that whatever hatched out of that egg would find a itself on the shoulder of the most caring and worried of them all. Regrettably that wasn't him. He didn't know why, but he couldn't coo in compassion; he never had great practice in expressing sympathies, and so he was reduced to an awkward bystander. He shifted in his spot, eyeing the gap that was opening up to the side of him; it seemed that plenty of people had a same amount of hope as he, and were shuffling off back to finish their food or resume their work. The dark haired boy was fully planning on joining them, until he felt the slightest brush, a slight weight to throw him off kilter, and a pang of hunger in his stomach (despite the fact that he had already scarfed down half of his meal.)
He glanced over at the nuclear blue gremlin that had taken up residence on his shoulder - it's rainbow bright eyes swirling with the unquestionable desire to be fed, and fed immediately. Much to K'sel's delight, the firelizard did not make a squeak, a peep, or even a titter. It didn't scratch, or bite, or chew. In silence it waited as the young man hijacked an abandoned plate of food and fed the slight creature tiny morsels to fit it's diminutive size. He noted the fine features, how it was undersized for it's color, and mused on it's silent sneak attack. Either he needed to be more aware of his surroundings or he just had a knack for attracting a certain type of animal and he suspected the latter, "What is it with me?" he asked, ranting without much thought, "Everything in my life is small and I'm always picked last."
Ooof. He winced when he realized what he said, though hardly overly embarrassed, "That's not something we should say out loud now is it?" He asked the 'lizard, though it seemed the creature had a vicious quiet streak in him. Receiving nothing but a blank face and a slight pause in the chewing cycle seemed to be what would do for an answer from the firelizard before it swallowed the meatroll and flicked between with hardly a warning. Here he had his colorful compliment, a splash of vivid hue amongst his too neutral wardrobe and it had to bail out before he could strut around the weyr and show it off. Hmfff, well, K'sel wouldn't let anyone onto his disappointment, he shrugged off the departure (they would reunite soon enough) and brusquely excused the little flit as, "Sharding Eyesore."
He felt a tug at his cheeks....that little Eyesore managed to etch a smile onto his face.