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Date Posted: 17:25:36 04/20/02 Sat
Author: Wessae~Shrineth * A'rak~Kadoth * Flits!
Subject: (Oh boy! And I have just the name for a brown one!)
In reply to: Kalya-Layath *Caer, Sirius* 's message, "(Heh. She gets a purdy bwown then)" on 15:56:17 04/20/02 Sat

Wessae peers at the eggs, her hand thoughtfully at the bridge of her nose. "Hmm...I think I might like a brown one. Hand me the meatrolls, A'rak." She snags them away from her brother, who makes a face at her. She makes one right back. "Brothers." She says with a roll of her eyes as the egg begins to hatch. A little brown tumbles out unceremoniously and merely opens his mouth, ready for food. The girl drops in a meatroll, and then another before the little guy has his fill. With a happy squeak, he waddles over to Shrineth and cuddles in the crook of the big gold's elbow.

Why me? Shrineth grumbles, but allows him to stay.

"His name is Buck. I have a Doe, and now I have a Buck. Thanks alot, Ky, he's very cute." She reaches over and strokes the little brown's eye ridges. "Flamethrowers...that should be interesting." She leans against her dragon. "But for the moment I need a little rest." Suddenly a dark green flit pops out of between and hovers anxiously over Wessae's head. "Doe! C'mere!" The green sends images clouded with the confusion of Threadfall, and images of a lost flit. "No, I'm not mad, you're here. Come here sweetie, and say hello to Buck." The green whistles disdainfully at the little brown and lights softly on Wessae's arm. "Sibling rivalry transcends all species. I was the same way when this scrap of a bronzerider was born."

A'rak grins and stretches with a yawn himself. "I'm a bit tired myself. What say we all head down to the Tables once training's through and I make us some real dinner?" He looks around for approval. "And you be quiet, 'Sae, I can cook!" He beams, his eyes lighting with amusement. "I really can! I could make up a nice...well, it would have to be a surprise, wouldn't it? And Kadoth's big enough, he could take us all."

Speaking of herdbeasts, I'm hungry. I hunted right after Threadfall, but a nice wherry sounds good to me. That one's a bit direct, you know. Kadoth adds, snorting in draconic amusement. I am NOT a frieght vehicle. He protests, raising a hind limb. But since you girls are so tired, maybe I could provide some service. As Doe had come bursting over her Impressed, so now does Velvet, shrieking his shrill excitement at having found his boy at last. Love squeals in surprise and buries herself under A'rak's shirt, clutching at his back.

"Yowch! Love! It's okay, it's Velvet. You little glutton, get over here." Velvet spies the meatrolls set out for the hatchling flits and dives on them eagerly. "He's not going hurt you, sweetling, come on, now. You want to take your talons out of my back." Slowly Love crawls back out onto A'rak's shoulder. "That's it sweetie, it's alright. Just your...big brother. I guess." The statement is a funny one, for although she is a newborn, Love is quite a deal bigger than the gorging full grown blue. A'rak strokes Love's eyeridges and purrs at her, smiling when she bumps her head against his palm. "All better now." Velvet, finished with his feasting, curls up on the boy's knee and he grins. "If I had two more I'd be Master of the flits!"

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