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Date Posted: 01:57:56 04/02/05 Sat
Author: Letimira
Subject: Dreamer
In reply to: Gisella 's message, ">~<" on 01:01:37 04/02/05 Sat

( You'll have to determine when the whole clutch hatches, in a reply after the clutch post, methinks. )

Letimira leans against Gisella a little, when her hand comes to her small back. She likes the Headwoman almost like a foster mother. But at her words, the little flighty girl bites her lip, feeling her eyes water up. 'They abandon their eggs? But.. there.. there was still one egg in the nest when I left. Does that mean.. ?' She trails off and peers up at Gisella with wide, blue-grey eyes, brushing her orange-blonde hair out of her eyes. Slowly the girl's eyes turn down to the surfaces of the eggs, again. At least, she thinks softly, I saved three of them.

Letimira stands to attention when the Headwoman speaks again. She listens closely to the information of the wise Gisella, nodding slowly. The eggs are proferred on command, though her eyes never leave them. She crouches, the sand audubly sliding in nooks and crevices, a nasty sound that causes her to flinch. 'I need to clean up,' she mutters matter of factly. The girl places each egg in front of the crackling fireplace, one palm resting flat on the warm stone. She gives a little yawn and flumps onto her backside, fussing with her skirts. 'Miss Gisella, I only want one of these, the other two are for my brother. I.. think I can get one to my older brother - he just Impressed one of Grenith's blues! - but my younger brother might be harder.. he went to get a wher yesterday and hasn't come back yet. Don't whers like the darkness? I don't know if I could go find him, what if the hatchlings bite?' Another yawn, before she realises how she's rambled. 'I'm.. aahh.. sorry. It's kinda late, I better get to my room.' She fluffs up a little nest of cold ashes, big enough to fit all three soft shells, and rests it close to the fire. Letimira struggles upright, palm-to-knee, and smiles a sleepy goodnight to Gisella, before trotting back to her bedroom near the kitchens.

~

A quick, very cleansing bath is taken, and a quick change into loose night clothes, before Letimira crawls under her special quilt and between thin cheets, nestling deeper into the warm nook of her bed. She begins to daydream..

Oh, my firelizard. I wonder what colour awaits me? It looks big enough to be a bronze or a large brown.. well it will surely be a boy in any case. So what shall I call him? she thinks, on the verge of sleep. Mm, maybe that man from that story mom used to always tell me.. I liked that story.. must remember to give the eggs to Telomm and Matelle.. no, M'telle.. ahhh..

Great bronze wings beat at the air as her imaginary V'laro (maybe it was K'lare, now) stole her into slumber.

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