Post by Taxx on Jul 3, 2020 23:53:41 GMT -5
The high-pitched whistle that pierced the girls’ side of the barracks was possibly a nuisance, and yet a daily occurrance, as was the reddish-brown blur that whisked along the corridor to the common room. It continued, unending- lasting for a good minute before the brown was forced to stop to draw breath, and before he had the chance to start up again the slender, dark-haired girl who was His appeared, and she shooed him out before he caused any more trouble for her.
Every day since he’d been a hatchling, fresh from the egg. He didn’t seem to grasp that she could sense his hunger, or that a simple alerting call was enough; no, he raised that shrill siren from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning until the first bite of meat reached his mouth. During the day, she was better suited to keeping him sated, so there was none of that, but it was the same each morning. The Candidates back at Ierne wouldn’t have slept so well since his hatching.
Jogging after the brown, who was probably clinging to the door to the kitchens and carrying on some more by now, Lounessa offered a nod to anyone who passed, though she spoke to nobody on the way. There were usually bowls of scraps left filled for those with firelizards- or seaspitters or gemgliders, two species she hadn’t known about before arriving- and Lounessa claimed one of them, cramming a bite of meat into the open mouth of her brown, cutting off the prolonged, plaintive shriek and giving him something else to focus on- and leaving her ears ringing from the shrill noise.
“Silly,” she whispered at him, and smiled at his garbled noise as he chewed busily at the meat she held out to him. “You’re silly, Buttons, you know that? Don’t ever change.”
Every day since he’d been a hatchling, fresh from the egg. He didn’t seem to grasp that she could sense his hunger, or that a simple alerting call was enough; no, he raised that shrill siren from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning until the first bite of meat reached his mouth. During the day, she was better suited to keeping him sated, so there was none of that, but it was the same each morning. The Candidates back at Ierne wouldn’t have slept so well since his hatching.
Jogging after the brown, who was probably clinging to the door to the kitchens and carrying on some more by now, Lounessa offered a nod to anyone who passed, though she spoke to nobody on the way. There were usually bowls of scraps left filled for those with firelizards- or seaspitters or gemgliders, two species she hadn’t known about before arriving- and Lounessa claimed one of them, cramming a bite of meat into the open mouth of her brown, cutting off the prolonged, plaintive shriek and giving him something else to focus on- and leaving her ears ringing from the shrill noise.
“Silly,” she whispered at him, and smiled at his garbled noise as he chewed busily at the meat she held out to him. “You’re silly, Buttons, you know that? Don’t ever change.”