Post by Esko on Jan 13, 2018 17:14:33 GMT -5
F'mol of bronze Zenoth
Another egg. That was what awaited him right after the debacle that occured in the Weyrleader's office, with the mystery eggs and whatnot. Acid-spitting creatures. That's the last thing he needed, but here he was, holding Rego in his arms. The brown slumped lazily, little noises coming from him as he prepared to sleep. He was planning on hopefully getting a head start with the creature's training, until he laid eyes on the egg rocking in its holder. With it came a note, like it did when he received Fargo's egg a few Turns before. Was this egg from the same 'secret admirer' that delivered him the brown egg? Placing Rego on his bed, he crouched down to examine the new egg. It was bigger than Fargo's was, and lacked any sort of sheen. Fargo became curious about the egg as well, sniffing it up and down. F'mol picked up the note and unfolded it, noting with satisfaction that the handwriting was neat.
Well, that was a journey if he'd ever read one. Tucking the note away, F'mol couldn't help but wonder himself. What was it in him that this admirer -a boy, apparently- saw in him? And who was he? Some lower caverns folk that watched from afar? Or somebody in his own Wing? Before he could ponder any more, the sound of humming thrummed in his ears. Fargo sat up tall and rang out the sound, and even Rego lifted his head to copy the hum. Zenoth watched curiously, a slight rumble coming from his own throat. The egg rocked more and more, until F'mol realized what was happening. The egg! It was hatching! 'Fargo! Can you pop to the kitchens and grab some meat, please?' Fargo was snapped from the ritual, and without pause he winked between. Maybe Fargo didn't like attention being grabbed from him, but at least he was obedient. He returned a few seconds later, with a small bowl of meat strips in his paws. He resumed humming right after he plopped the bowl in front of his pet.
And then it happened. Cracks began to appear on the surface of the egg like ice spreading over the surface of a lake, as the hatchling inside fought its way out. The breaking of the shell was announced with the sound of ripping membrane and a shiny snout poking out of the shell. Shiny, coppery...shards! Tiny claws grabbed the edge of the hole and ripped it wider, until it was wide enough that the hatchling could escape. And escape he did, as he pulled himself out and landed on the floor. The skinny firelizard sat for a few moments as he regained his bearings, then scrabbled onto his feet. Woah! The world outside his shell was so colorful! With a happy screech, he ran towards the first thing there; F'mol. The firelizard -which was quite clearly a bronze- opened his jaws wide to accept food, his teeth like tiny needles. And the bronzerider complied; he piled his mouth with food until he could eat no more. The bronze's eyes whirled rainbow, and that was that; F'mol Impressed another pet.
'Another one, hm?' Zenoth rumbled with a cynical tone. 'What time will you have for two little hatchlings? You're already busy enough!'
'Same time I have to take care of you and Fargo. I can handle it.' F'mol then chuckled as he stroked the bronze firelizard. "Now, what do I name you?"
'Moron? Fool? Those are good words.'
'Zenoth, don't be mean.' An annoyed huff from his dragon announced his opinions on that. "I guess the current -go name theme is good. Hmmm...oh! Intago! That's exactly what you should be. Yeah, that sounds good." He rubbed the bronze on the head. "Welcome to the family!" And Intago sure felt welcomed. His pet was awesome! Rego creeled from on top of the bed, and Intago creeled back. Brother! Two brothers he could play with! He pranced up to Fargo, who addressed him with a haughty huff. Aw, he didn't want to play? Fargo looked down on him as if the bronze were lesser, and Intago decided that the big cousin was way more interesting. He clambered onto his claws and began to climb his foreleg, with the typical clumsiness of a hatchling. Zenoth growled, quite clearly offended by his use as a playscape. F'mol picked Intago up and deposited him onto the bed, where he decided to poke Rego with his snout. Rego didn't care much; he was already napping.
(Hiko In case you wanted to have T'lyron or Dori witness the spectacle~)
Another egg. That was what awaited him right after the debacle that occured in the Weyrleader's office, with the mystery eggs and whatnot. Acid-spitting creatures. That's the last thing he needed, but here he was, holding Rego in his arms. The brown slumped lazily, little noises coming from him as he prepared to sleep. He was planning on hopefully getting a head start with the creature's training, until he laid eyes on the egg rocking in its holder. With it came a note, like it did when he received Fargo's egg a few Turns before. Was this egg from the same 'secret admirer' that delivered him the brown egg? Placing Rego on his bed, he crouched down to examine the new egg. It was bigger than Fargo's was, and lacked any sort of sheen. Fargo became curious about the egg as well, sniffing it up and down. F'mol picked up the note and unfolded it, noting with satisfaction that the handwriting was neat.
Hey you,
F'mol, right? Yeah, I know what you're thinking. 'Are you the secret admirer who delivered me that egg a few Turns ago?' Quite simply, no. I'm his sister. I won't disclose our identities, but I did send you this egg. Well, my brother wanted me to. I'm better at sneaking around than he is, quite simply, he's lucky you didn't find him last time. He's not a stalker or anything, but doesn't quite get the idea that if he talks to you, he might have a shot. Not sure why he even likes you, most bronzeriders are all fussy about rank and are in over their heads. Whatever.
Anyways, there was no gold egg, or else he would've gotten you that. But a bronze actually caught his queen this time, so he picked the largest one for you. Again. It's probably a bronze, but might just be an overgrown brown. I dunno. You're welcome, and don't go looking for me or my brother. I doubt you're interested, and he's very...high maintenance.
F'mol, right? Yeah, I know what you're thinking. 'Are you the secret admirer who delivered me that egg a few Turns ago?' Quite simply, no. I'm his sister. I won't disclose our identities, but I did send you this egg. Well, my brother wanted me to. I'm better at sneaking around than he is, quite simply, he's lucky you didn't find him last time. He's not a stalker or anything, but doesn't quite get the idea that if he talks to you, he might have a shot. Not sure why he even likes you, most bronzeriders are all fussy about rank and are in over their heads. Whatever.
Anyways, there was no gold egg, or else he would've gotten you that. But a bronze actually caught his queen this time, so he picked the largest one for you. Again. It's probably a bronze, but might just be an overgrown brown. I dunno. You're welcome, and don't go looking for me or my brother. I doubt you're interested, and he's very...high maintenance.
Well, that was a journey if he'd ever read one. Tucking the note away, F'mol couldn't help but wonder himself. What was it in him that this admirer -a boy, apparently- saw in him? And who was he? Some lower caverns folk that watched from afar? Or somebody in his own Wing? Before he could ponder any more, the sound of humming thrummed in his ears. Fargo sat up tall and rang out the sound, and even Rego lifted his head to copy the hum. Zenoth watched curiously, a slight rumble coming from his own throat. The egg rocked more and more, until F'mol realized what was happening. The egg! It was hatching! 'Fargo! Can you pop to the kitchens and grab some meat, please?' Fargo was snapped from the ritual, and without pause he winked between. Maybe Fargo didn't like attention being grabbed from him, but at least he was obedient. He returned a few seconds later, with a small bowl of meat strips in his paws. He resumed humming right after he plopped the bowl in front of his pet.
And then it happened. Cracks began to appear on the surface of the egg like ice spreading over the surface of a lake, as the hatchling inside fought its way out. The breaking of the shell was announced with the sound of ripping membrane and a shiny snout poking out of the shell. Shiny, coppery...shards! Tiny claws grabbed the edge of the hole and ripped it wider, until it was wide enough that the hatchling could escape. And escape he did, as he pulled himself out and landed on the floor. The skinny firelizard sat for a few moments as he regained his bearings, then scrabbled onto his feet. Woah! The world outside his shell was so colorful! With a happy screech, he ran towards the first thing there; F'mol. The firelizard -which was quite clearly a bronze- opened his jaws wide to accept food, his teeth like tiny needles. And the bronzerider complied; he piled his mouth with food until he could eat no more. The bronze's eyes whirled rainbow, and that was that; F'mol Impressed another pet.
'Another one, hm?' Zenoth rumbled with a cynical tone. 'What time will you have for two little hatchlings? You're already busy enough!'
'Same time I have to take care of you and Fargo. I can handle it.' F'mol then chuckled as he stroked the bronze firelizard. "Now, what do I name you?"
'Moron? Fool? Those are good words.'
'Zenoth, don't be mean.' An annoyed huff from his dragon announced his opinions on that. "I guess the current -go name theme is good. Hmmm...oh! Intago! That's exactly what you should be. Yeah, that sounds good." He rubbed the bronze on the head. "Welcome to the family!" And Intago sure felt welcomed. His pet was awesome! Rego creeled from on top of the bed, and Intago creeled back. Brother! Two brothers he could play with! He pranced up to Fargo, who addressed him with a haughty huff. Aw, he didn't want to play? Fargo looked down on him as if the bronze were lesser, and Intago decided that the big cousin was way more interesting. He clambered onto his claws and began to climb his foreleg, with the typical clumsiness of a hatchling. Zenoth growled, quite clearly offended by his use as a playscape. F'mol picked Intago up and deposited him onto the bed, where he decided to poke Rego with his snout. Rego didn't care much; he was already napping.
(Hiko In case you wanted to have T'lyron or Dori witness the spectacle~)
