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Date Posted: 20:02:41 02/23/05 Wed
Author: M'telle - Harilath ( Ki )
Subject: Hmm

M'telle lounges with his heels on the tabletop, leaning way back in his chair. His hands are knitted comfortably over his stomach and bangs hang unchecked over closed eyes. His sunny blue is curled up beside the table, snout tucked under tail. Every once in a while a snore escapes the little dragon. The rider, however, is awake. Despite the slow, regular breathing and the dazed expression, M'telle is very much so concious of the happenings around him.

But, he does look like he's asleep, which is probably why the pair of riders (G'rein and S'peer) chose to flop down at the table so nearby him.

M'telle listens halfheartedly to their conversation. He didn't mean to pry. But he was extremely comfortable, and after a few minutes decided it would be awkward to just get up and leave.. so there he remains. After the pair of them fall quiet again, the young man feels motion at his hip, and knows it cannot be ignored. He yawns and returns his feet to the floor with a heavy clomp. Hands migrate to his belt wobbling belt pouch and untie it, placing it on the table. By the time he fumbles open the drawstring, flakes of shell are already gone and a pale, lime-green hide can be seen. M'telle grins and nudges Harliath awake with his boot. Look, it's hatching! The blue squawks and glances to the older pair of riders before placing his paws on the edge of M'telle's chair and hoisting his torso up to watch.

The green struggles her way out of the shell, getting covered in now-cooled sand. The young man removes her, delicately, from the pouch and places her on the table. She curls around his finger, tiny claws clutching tight.

She's so little!.. he fusses, like a mother over a newborn. Harilath sniffs at the hungrily creeling green.

And starving.

M'telle nods to the blue's comment, and pulls some scraps off his tray to feed her. The little green downs them greedily until she sates herself, burps, and curls up beside his hand. What are you going to call her?

Not sure yet. Maybe.. oh, maybe Ki, after my mom's firelizard.

Boring! Kiakarurial! Now there's a name.

The rider laughs. Ki sticks out in his mind. 'Ki, then,' he murmurs to himself.

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