Post by Avu on Sept 18, 2008 11:01:48 GMT -5
T’rid
As the Hatching went on, and the last three eggs finally shattered—a queen, what joy, he thought sarcastically—T’rid had been edging his way surreptitiously towards the door. Thankfully, Mir hadn’t made any obtrusive noises as of yet, and he was so, so close to the door and to freedom! Except, now his freedom was intertwined with the life of a fire lizard. The thought irritated him slightly, but he had to admit Mir wasn’t exactly a terrible fire lizard. At least he wasn’t hyperactive and demanding, yes? He counted that as quite, quite good.
Despite himself, he watched, eyes narrowing in interest, as the queen whacked one of her green clutchsisters; an amused snicker emerged from him. Oh dear. He shouldn’t have made any noise at all…he resigned himself to stay, if only because he’d rather not be hated by everyone in the room at present time, including the fire lizards. Mir was dead asleep already, thank Faranth, so unlike some of the others still rampaging, he was perfectly silent and motionless. T’rid thought he could probably drop the blue and catch him or throw him in the air and catch him, and Mir would never know the difference.
Don’t you dare. T’rid rolled his eyes. As if he really would, in front of Darling and C’lryn? If I wanted to torture him, I’d torture him later, Corinth. And I won’t. He sighed, and as soon as the last green—yay for gold, no?—had Impressed, he made for the door, slipping into the safety of outside. Thank you Faranth, he breathed. Fire lizard crazy people did not make good company at all.
Meira
Meira lingered uncertainly as the last three eggs Hatched, her eyes flickering from the green to gold(!) to green and then back again. She had come late; no doubt the fire lizards would Impress. The prospect was sad mostly because she didn’t want to disappoint Meisk, but then she did like fire lizards, too…well. A queen meant more clutches, yes? And a very personable queen indeed, she thought, biting back a giggle as she thwacked the green upside her head. Poor green…although Meira thought she’d probably be irritated too, if upon coming into the world a little flitter came and started chattering endlessly.
As the green Impressed, Meira watched the new pair, a small smile on her mouth, half of congratulations and half of amusement. Which was when something soft landed on her shoulder, and a sweet chirp sounded in her ear, and…and…Meira turned her head slowly at the nuzzling at her cheek, eyes widening in surprise. The Birdsong Gold had chosen her? At her surprise, Meisk—who had apparently not slept—sent her a questioning excitement, and Meira replied with an image of the queen on her shoulder. The blue wher all but wriggled with joy as Meira offered the queen food, which she took with a croon of delight.
Meira retreated quickly to the back of the room when the gold finished eating, murmuring softly to her. “Oh, you’re beautiful, dear. You really are…” Meisk sent her an almost urgent feeling. “Oh, yes! Your name—I have to name you, don’t I?” She pursed her lips absently in thought, and then said, “Well, I think Zesa is a pretty name—you agree?” The queen—Zesa—chirruped sweetly again, humming in delight, and Meira stroked the responsively arched neck and wings. “All right—I suppose I’d better introduce you to Meisk, yes?” Zesa hummed softly as Meira managed to make it to the door, dipping her head to Darling in hopes the queen would see, and then left the Weyr.
As the Hatching went on, and the last three eggs finally shattered—a queen, what joy, he thought sarcastically—T’rid had been edging his way surreptitiously towards the door. Thankfully, Mir hadn’t made any obtrusive noises as of yet, and he was so, so close to the door and to freedom! Except, now his freedom was intertwined with the life of a fire lizard. The thought irritated him slightly, but he had to admit Mir wasn’t exactly a terrible fire lizard. At least he wasn’t hyperactive and demanding, yes? He counted that as quite, quite good.
Despite himself, he watched, eyes narrowing in interest, as the queen whacked one of her green clutchsisters; an amused snicker emerged from him. Oh dear. He shouldn’t have made any noise at all…he resigned himself to stay, if only because he’d rather not be hated by everyone in the room at present time, including the fire lizards. Mir was dead asleep already, thank Faranth, so unlike some of the others still rampaging, he was perfectly silent and motionless. T’rid thought he could probably drop the blue and catch him or throw him in the air and catch him, and Mir would never know the difference.
Don’t you dare. T’rid rolled his eyes. As if he really would, in front of Darling and C’lryn? If I wanted to torture him, I’d torture him later, Corinth. And I won’t. He sighed, and as soon as the last green—yay for gold, no?—had Impressed, he made for the door, slipping into the safety of outside. Thank you Faranth, he breathed. Fire lizard crazy people did not make good company at all.
Meira
Meira lingered uncertainly as the last three eggs Hatched, her eyes flickering from the green to gold(!) to green and then back again. She had come late; no doubt the fire lizards would Impress. The prospect was sad mostly because she didn’t want to disappoint Meisk, but then she did like fire lizards, too…well. A queen meant more clutches, yes? And a very personable queen indeed, she thought, biting back a giggle as she thwacked the green upside her head. Poor green…although Meira thought she’d probably be irritated too, if upon coming into the world a little flitter came and started chattering endlessly.
As the green Impressed, Meira watched the new pair, a small smile on her mouth, half of congratulations and half of amusement. Which was when something soft landed on her shoulder, and a sweet chirp sounded in her ear, and…and…Meira turned her head slowly at the nuzzling at her cheek, eyes widening in surprise. The Birdsong Gold had chosen her? At her surprise, Meisk—who had apparently not slept—sent her a questioning excitement, and Meira replied with an image of the queen on her shoulder. The blue wher all but wriggled with joy as Meira offered the queen food, which she took with a croon of delight.
Meira retreated quickly to the back of the room when the gold finished eating, murmuring softly to her. “Oh, you’re beautiful, dear. You really are…” Meisk sent her an almost urgent feeling. “Oh, yes! Your name—I have to name you, don’t I?” She pursed her lips absently in thought, and then said, “Well, I think Zesa is a pretty name—you agree?” The queen—Zesa—chirruped sweetly again, humming in delight, and Meira stroked the responsively arched neck and wings. “All right—I suppose I’d better introduce you to Meisk, yes?” Zesa hummed softly as Meira managed to make it to the door, dipping her head to Darling in hopes the queen would see, and then left the Weyr.
