Day 9 in Month 11 of Turn 2508
It hatches... The soft humming from Ianth was all that it took for the middle aged Weyrwomen to scuttled out of bed and next to the small pot that she had kept next to the hearth. It didn’t surprise her that the small egg had chosen to hatch the first thing in the morning. Dragon eggs never hatched when /you/ wanted them too, so she didn’t think that firelizards were any different.
I wonder who it will look like… Ianth had been fascinated by the small egg since she had brought the stupid thing home. She had spent a good hour convincing the queen that the egg didn’t /need/ to be placed on the hatching sands… and definitely didn’t need a gold dragon to guard it. But mother dragons would be mother dragons it seemed, and so it didn’t surprise her one bit that Ianth had known that the egg was about to hatch.
Picking up the pot and the small bag of meatrolls, the goldrider left the comfort of the inner weyr and out towards the whirling eyed and humming dragon. “We can watch it hatch together, if you just stop that.” The rider chided the gold. By the end of the morning, she was sure that all the dragons in the Weyr were going to know about this morning’s hatching, but that didn’t mean that the whole Weyr had to wake up for it.
The large golden head of her lifemate swung around to get a good look at the egg as the first pieces of shell were flaking a way. Soon enough egg goo erupted and the small thing flopped out of its former home and into Sorilea’s hands.
A bronze… Well, look at that. The rider didn’t have time to really think about the color as much as keeping her fingers from being chopped off by the hungry lizard. The sudden warm feelings she got from the small male had her suddenly smiling. It was different than her bond with Ianth… but yet at the same time, it was the same.
What are we going to call him?
Topic: things never go the way you expect... (Read 157 times)