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| Post #1 Jun 17 2012, 11:02 PM | KSJ |
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Daltan had taken the pot she had drawn, and without even bothering to look into it, retreated with Brat to the barracks where all the dragonless had been staying. A flit would not make up for the loss of Tagoth, but she did not know how to turn down the honor/gift she had been given. Once she arrived at her area, she tucked the pot into a warm spot and sort of forgot about it. A couple of days later...... The former Greenrider arrived back in the barracks, a tray of food in her hands. She had taken up the habit of fixing what she would try to eat, and taking them elsewhere to eat, instead of in the Dining Hall. Daltan could not tolerate the sad looks that came her way, nor the fearful ones that the others shared. She sat down, and rested the tray next to the egg pot. Brat hovered nearby, waiting for what his person would share with him. He then turned towards the pot and giving a slight tip with his head, started humming. A couple of other fire lizards joined him, giving greetings to the hatchling. Daltan put her fork down, and peered into the pot, letting out a small gasp of surprise. There were two eggs within the pot. Each was rattling against the other in a fascinating spiral as they bounce off one another, before cracking at the same time. Two fire lizards immediately begin to creel for what they knew was theirs. "Oh dear." She murmured, as she started to feed both of them from her tray. Brat perched nearby, watching intently. A bit later, with both hatchlings finally sated and sleeping, Daltan fed some of what was left on her tray to the sky blue flit. She also ate some herself. "Need to come up with names for both of them. Any ideas?" She asked the older flit. Brat, of course, had no answers to give her. "I didn't think so. However, they both remind me of how you were when you first hatched. So, I think I know what I'm going to call them. The blue will be Rascal, and the green will be Minx." |
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