Post by Heron on May 15, 2024 3:27:49 GMT
Rylan was grateful they let him stay at the Weyr even though he had no dragon. He was one of their ever-present hopefuls, but more helpfully, he was a Harper. So he did his duties as a Harper throughout the day while also doing what the hopefuls did -- feeding un-Impressed mottle dragons until they could find their riders, and taking care of them as practice for the day the hopefuls finally found their dragons. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.
That meant, of course, as he made his way through the tunnel system of the Weyr that was carved into the mountain, he was ungodly tired and wanted to find somewhere to lie down and go to sleep. By Aeon, by Avrae, sleep was not an impossible wish, was it?
He should not have made the wish by Avrae.
A hunched figure that maybe could have straightened from three feet to five feet tall if it (he? she? other?) weren't so curled over hopped on small feet in curly shoes, grunting unintelligibly with each hop. This strange personage hopped right up to Rylan and shoved a small bag into his hands before hop-waddling off and disappearing into a poof of black smoke.
The bag was moving.
"Oh, Harper Rylan, I was just looking for you," came Sandasa's voice from behind him. "I was hoping we could talk about duty songs for some of the youngsters, and what do you have there?"
"It's a sack," Rylan replied stupidly. "It was just handed to me." He opened it and looked inside, finding six firelizard eggs in various stages of cracking. "Shit, shit! It's eggs, and they're hatching!"
"Why does this keep happening?!" Sandasa demanded of nobody in particular, grabbing Rylan's arm and dragging him somewhat roughly to the Kitchen Caverns.
Sandasa got Rylan to a seat and got busy ordering up a huge platter of meat scraps and bits of fish, cooked egg, anything that the kitchen had lying around. Rylan numbly pulled the eggs out of the sack and put them on the table in front of him, counting five ordinary firelizard eggs and one that had been laid by a gold mottle -- a golden egg that betrayed nothing of the rank within until a flap of shell cracked loose and a small green nose pushed through.
The platter got to the table just in time for the green mottle to get free of her egg. Sandasa's fair and Rylan's both burst in from between, humming their special birthing song, and it was to this aria that the green mottle got her first mouthful of scrambled egg and sausage from Rylan's fingers. Soon, the next egg cracked, and a gold fought free! Rylan had barely gotten a bit of fish into her creeling little mouth before another egg fell apart and revealed yet another golden queen.
"I don't envy you," Sandasa admitted, petting the brown that landed on her shoulder. Chipper was a well-behaved sort, and absolutely not a queen. "Yuleth is the only queen I care to handle."
"Ha," replied Rylan. Not so much to be rude, he was just juggling five gold firelizards and a green mottle that the strange hunched personage might have plucked up by accident. Getting them all fed simultaneously while not letting any of them choke was taking all of his attention, and he had none to spare for conversation.
Sandasa chuckled, helping herself to a couple of strawberries someone had abandoned at the table. She knew it wasn't personal.
589 words Strawberries May writing list
Now that that's done, here's 130 BP for five gold firelizards and a green mottle female. Nobody has to get these, I will get them myself.
Firelizard Gold Ramoth (mutation, is lorge)
Firelizard Gold Kylara
Firelizard Gold Lorana
Firelizard Gold Fiona
Firelizard Gold Terrin
Firelizard Green Mottle Female Tintoval
