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Date Posted: 20:55:14 04/14/05 Thu
Author: Letimira ( Admiral Stockings ) ... Finlaur
Subject: Dreamer

( A week after she sets the eggs on the hearth (we can say she got Telomm and M'telle their eggs).. )

Letimira skips out of her room daintily, still wearing her night clothes. It was very early and only very few riders were about. The older, early-shift drudges were working, though, and the girl tries to keep out of their way.

The large egg is very lonely by the hearth in its nest of ashes. She'd given her two brothers their eggs (they'd both very much appreciated them), and now hers was there, all by itself. The girl strides towards it and reaches to touch its smooth, warm surface with a loving hand. It rolls onto its side and hits the stone with a click. Letimira shudders at the noise and lifts it into her palm, biting back a cry of dismay. A spiderweb of cracks is present and spreading on the side of the shell. A few tears well up and spill over her eyelid. 'My little one, I have killed you,' she whispers to herself.. that is, before she feels a twitch from the egg that nearly causes her to drop it again. Blue-grey eyes, sparkling with moisture, open and focus on the soft beige surface. A small ticking noise was coming from inside it. The girl feels her heart soaring - it has begun to hatch before she'd woken, of course! She sets it on the ground to watch, hunkering curiously over it. The cracks run like fire along the shell, now, which strains under the twisting, pushing pressure of the big flit inside. Letimira leans back and gasps as a spray of shards bursts from the side and scatters across the stony hearth, revealing a perfect bronze limb. She squeals with delight as the rest of the firelizard clambers from his prison. He's big, well-shaped, and just the right mix of brown, gold, and green that forms the poweful colour. He fixes red eyes on her.

HUNGRY.

Letimira's moony eyes widen, and she extends a hand to stroke his knobby head. The hatchling tries to nibble on it, which tickles, before the girl can scoop him into her arms and clutch him to her chest. He emits a drawn out squeeing groan, before commanding her again to get food.

HUNGRY!

The girl nods, flicking orange-blonde locks behind one ear. She tags down an older drudge, who smiles indulgently in her happiness. He kneels down and helps her stuff the bronze chock full of meat until he's quite happy, and nigh asleep. Letimira bothers to clean up the mess of his nest and shell before bringing him into her room to sleep on her pillow while she constructs a special little nook for him out of a spare box and many layers of cloth. He takes to it quite fondly. The little girl sits before his sleeping form, petting his side as it moves up and down in slumber. 'Admiral Stockings,' she murmurs with a nod. 'Yes, he was always my favourite character.'

~

( .. and a week or two after that. XD )

Letimira pulls a comb through her strawberry-blonde tresses, grooming them ever so fondly until they have a silky sheen and are like the softest cotton to touch. She then paws at the collar of her dress, smirking this way and that, making sure it fit just right. Admiral Stockings peers at her from beside her mirror, wondering what she's doing. He cocks his head and gives her an image.

rose. pretty. stars. pinkpinkpink! man.

Letimira never had a flit before, and was just getting used to their way of communication. She folds her arms on her dresser and plops her round face atop them, smiling dazedly at the bronze, who nuzzles at her nose. She had much fun working out his riddles. When she gets this one, the girl giggles and shakes her head. 'No, silly, I'm not going out with a boy, unless you count. I just feel like looking pretty today.' The admiral doesn't seem to understand but coos like he does in any case.

Letimira is halfway through tying her hair back with ribbons, just to see, when a resounding bugle fills the Weyr in entirety and spills out over the whole island. The girl gasps and clutches the edge of her dresser at the noise. She recognised the tone as that of the queen Shrineth, who'd she'd heard before. 'Does that mean.. ?'

A copper head bursts into her room and she emits a full-throated shriek. The intruder thundered and fell backward, tripping over his sandals and hitting the ground with a crash. Letimira, red in the face, throws open the door. 'Don't do that, Fin!' She extends her hand and helps him up, suspiciously eying his messy attire.

'Leti! Come on, I know you're a Candidate for the gold. That was Shrineth, she's clutched!' The man is about to speed off again but she catches him by the back of the white robes and drags him into her room.

'You are so not looking like that.' Finlaur sits down before the mirror while the younger girl frets over the dreadful orangey locks that she loved to groom. 'You're a mess,' she grumbles. Not so bad looking, though..

finlaur. suit. rose. stars. pinkpinkpink!

Letimira gacks aloud at her firelizard's pictures, swatting at him. The bronze squawks at her, and gets a thorough petting from the flirty young man. 'Why 'ello there, Admiral. Yes, all women beat us, I'm afraid.' Finlaur sighs melodramatically and lets the flit curl up on his lap while Letimira grooms. 'You know, I can do this myself.'

'But you didn't! You're usually so vain, Fin.'

'Pfft,' he grumbles, green eyes a-flashing. 'usually, yeah, but we have to get there early!'

'Stand up, you.' She grins up at him. He hops to his feet and lets her pull the white robes into place. 'Now wait outside for me! I'll be out in a minute.' Letimira all but drags Finlaur outside and bolts her heavy door.

Blue-grey eyes are cast about a little sadly. If I Impress.. I'll leave here and have to stay up in the weyrs.. She shrugs off the thought, preoccupying herself with changing and taming her hair into little purple ribbons. Finlaur beats on the door, screaming 'Hurry up, Leti!'

She throws it open in his face and sticks her tongue out at him. Admiral Stockings is jaunted onto one shoulder of the too-loose robe and both Candidates head towards the sands, sandals flopping.

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