Post by Vox on Jan 3, 2016 20:15:22 GMT
Njord
Craiss beamed at Orkya, inwardly feeling her heart dance that all of the flits were being adopted so quickly. It really was in the nick of time that she managed to get them back to the Weyr, so having instant interest was something of a minor miracle. "You've got it, Bluerider! The drudges have been nice enough to set out all the meat you'll need."
That said, she quickly scooped the closest egg & chunk of dirt from the bag and passed it over. Perhaps sensing its opportunity was close at hand, the medium-sized egg began showing signs of a struggle within. Little pinpoints appeared where the flit's claws had punctured the shell and it rapidly became apparent that the firelizard was perforating the tar out of its former home. Soon enough, the egg went to pieces and a dark black lizard, already begging for food, tumbled forth. She wasn't quite so dark as some of her contemporaries, being more the hue of charred stone rather than obsidian, but her coloration was clear all the same.
Norbert
"No sweat, Cab'." Craiss abbreviated Cabriel's name without giving it much thought, cheerfully fishing out an egg for him as well. "I hope you like them - let me know if you need help with anything."
When the egg & bowl were safely in his hands, it took some time for his flit to hatch. His egg wasn't very large, but the flit inside was very patient and determined. There was scarcely a second in the process when the egg wasn't methodically moving one way or the other, using natural inertia to help crack the dome. The top of the egg crumbled first, pushed away with a tiny, blue forelimb. From inside, there came delicate, anxious cheeping. The little blue stuck his snout up to the opening, scenting at the air, before reaching up again to continue clawing his way free.
When he finally stood in the warm kitchen air, drying by the fire, his periwinkle blue hide exhibited a few small scratches from trying to push himself through an opening that hadn't quite been large enough yet. Still, he was otherwise unharmed and very hungry, going by the sound of his tiny, insistent chirps.
vleap
"Aw, that's sweet of you to ask, Alea, but I think Beggar and Belly are about my limit for pets." Craiss affectionately scritched her red flit under the chin, where she was perching on her feederperson's shoulder. "'Sides, nothing brings people together like a hatching, right? I'd love for you to adopt one."
Without waiting to see if Alea still wanted to wait for last, Craiss filled a bowl in the same way she had filled the others and gently nestled an egg in the middle. Not long after being transferred, it began to vibrate in erratic bursts of energy, struggling to free itself. When the shell was broken enough to let the firelizard free, a seemingly white, medium-sized female flit crawled out. As she moved away from the shell, however, a creeping brown hue slowly took over her hide until it was a near match for the earth where she was standing, begging for food.
She crawled forward more, demanding Alea's attention, perching on the edge of her bowl with her forelimbs. Even while observed, her forelimbs slowly turned the colour of the off-white ceramic while the rest of her body matched the surface she stood on.
Craiss' eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "Shards, Alea... am I seeing things or is she really changing colours?"
Rae
Jorah was quite unable to reply to Berelai for a minute. The presence of his new, tiny companion was quite overwhelming. Although he knew to expect a small dragon (of sorts), he hadn't expected to feel an actual joining in his mind. There was a stranger in his mind and he loved her dearly and felt it reciprocated in some small, vaguely understood way. The nature of this bond also let him understand how incredibly, voraciously hungry she was - so he continued to feed her, almost as a reflex, until finally she crawled her way free of the bowl and onto his thigh. She stretched out her wings to let them dry by the fire and curled the rest of her body into a tight circle. Within seconds, she was asleep.
Finally able to breathe and pull his eyes away, he managed to say: "Thank you." He didn't know what to name her. He had never planned on actually getting a firelizard, so he had never planned out a list of possible names for one. Very tentatively and tenderly, he stretched out his index finger to run it down the spine of the little gold. Satisfied that she was real and wouldn't be vanishing into the cold void anytime soon, he returned his attention to Berelai and was suddenly reminded that she was also looking very enchanting that day. "I'm not sure what to name her." He admitted. "Do you have any ideas?" He knew a lot of people named theirs after things their pet looked like. While that was logical, he wasn't sure that 'Goldie' or 'Sun' would work very well.
Craiss beamed at Orkya, inwardly feeling her heart dance that all of the flits were being adopted so quickly. It really was in the nick of time that she managed to get them back to the Weyr, so having instant interest was something of a minor miracle. "You've got it, Bluerider! The drudges have been nice enough to set out all the meat you'll need."
That said, she quickly scooped the closest egg & chunk of dirt from the bag and passed it over. Perhaps sensing its opportunity was close at hand, the medium-sized egg began showing signs of a struggle within. Little pinpoints appeared where the flit's claws had punctured the shell and it rapidly became apparent that the firelizard was perforating the tar out of its former home. Soon enough, the egg went to pieces and a dark black lizard, already begging for food, tumbled forth. She wasn't quite so dark as some of her contemporaries, being more the hue of charred stone rather than obsidian, but her coloration was clear all the same.
Norbert
"No sweat, Cab'." Craiss abbreviated Cabriel's name without giving it much thought, cheerfully fishing out an egg for him as well. "I hope you like them - let me know if you need help with anything."
When the egg & bowl were safely in his hands, it took some time for his flit to hatch. His egg wasn't very large, but the flit inside was very patient and determined. There was scarcely a second in the process when the egg wasn't methodically moving one way or the other, using natural inertia to help crack the dome. The top of the egg crumbled first, pushed away with a tiny, blue forelimb. From inside, there came delicate, anxious cheeping. The little blue stuck his snout up to the opening, scenting at the air, before reaching up again to continue clawing his way free.
When he finally stood in the warm kitchen air, drying by the fire, his periwinkle blue hide exhibited a few small scratches from trying to push himself through an opening that hadn't quite been large enough yet. Still, he was otherwise unharmed and very hungry, going by the sound of his tiny, insistent chirps.
vleap
"Aw, that's sweet of you to ask, Alea, but I think Beggar and Belly are about my limit for pets." Craiss affectionately scritched her red flit under the chin, where she was perching on her feederperson's shoulder. "'Sides, nothing brings people together like a hatching, right? I'd love for you to adopt one."
Without waiting to see if Alea still wanted to wait for last, Craiss filled a bowl in the same way she had filled the others and gently nestled an egg in the middle. Not long after being transferred, it began to vibrate in erratic bursts of energy, struggling to free itself. When the shell was broken enough to let the firelizard free, a seemingly white, medium-sized female flit crawled out. As she moved away from the shell, however, a creeping brown hue slowly took over her hide until it was a near match for the earth where she was standing, begging for food.
She crawled forward more, demanding Alea's attention, perching on the edge of her bowl with her forelimbs. Even while observed, her forelimbs slowly turned the colour of the off-white ceramic while the rest of her body matched the surface she stood on.
Craiss' eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "Shards, Alea... am I seeing things or is she really changing colours?"
Rae
Jorah was quite unable to reply to Berelai for a minute. The presence of his new, tiny companion was quite overwhelming. Although he knew to expect a small dragon (of sorts), he hadn't expected to feel an actual joining in his mind. There was a stranger in his mind and he loved her dearly and felt it reciprocated in some small, vaguely understood way. The nature of this bond also let him understand how incredibly, voraciously hungry she was - so he continued to feed her, almost as a reflex, until finally she crawled her way free of the bowl and onto his thigh. She stretched out her wings to let them dry by the fire and curled the rest of her body into a tight circle. Within seconds, she was asleep.
Finally able to breathe and pull his eyes away, he managed to say: "Thank you." He didn't know what to name her. He had never planned on actually getting a firelizard, so he had never planned out a list of possible names for one. Very tentatively and tenderly, he stretched out his index finger to run it down the spine of the little gold. Satisfied that she was real and wouldn't be vanishing into the cold void anytime soon, he returned his attention to Berelai and was suddenly reminded that she was also looking very enchanting that day. "I'm not sure what to name her." He admitted. "Do you have any ideas?" He knew a lot of people named theirs after things their pet looked like. While that was logical, he wasn't sure that 'Goldie' or 'Sun' would work very well.
I'll let them share more details as they see fit, but it's similar to a chameleon!))
