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Subject: {¤Flit¤} Author: J'rasin [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:20:20 08/06/02 Tue J'rasin glanced at the flit egg in the pot. Was it was enough away from the hearth? He had gotten sand from the hatching ground earlier. He had rotated the egg as well. He looked away, but then quickly looked back when the egg started rocking. He cursed, he didn't have any meat near him. He half jogged half ran to the kitchens to get meat. He cursed silently again at the distance between the weyrs and kitchen. He jogged back to his weyr, after hasseling the cook for scraps because he was in a hurry, and got through his door just in time to see the flit crawling from its broken shell. Hopeing it wasn't too late, he sat near the flit and placed the bowl next to him. He picked up a scrap and held it out. The bronze flit snapped the meat up, causing J'rasin to jerk his hand back and curse. "You'd better not take my fingers off..." Soon the flit was asleep in his lap. He cradled the flit and stood up. Wondering if he needed more meat in the morning, when the flit woke and would harass him for more. "I guess you need a name first..." He sat on the edge of his trunk at the end of his bed. "From now on your Strife." He got up and and walked down to the dining hall again. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]