19.Mar.20, 01:52 PM
The dragonet amused Iliyith immensely with her antics. I agree, bouncing babies inside would be quite unpleasant. I don’t know how our riders manage it; though they usually only clutch one, and without a shell, so everything about it is odd.
She considered the offer and how to reply carefully. I don’t know, young one, but I appreciate it. It is a very sweet offer, but I don’t know if it would be allowed even if I do want it. Most golds don’t want other dragons or even people around their eggs while the babies grow; while I wouldn’t mind the company I might get grumpy and unpleasant to be around. You’ll understand when you’re a little older She nuzzled the little gold and shifted to find a better position.
Helyna is good company. And Rhezalth and his rider will visit once the eggs are on the sands, so I won’t be alone.
Helyna had picked up cloths and supplies for oiling Iliyith and was on her way out to the Bowl to join her dragon when she ran into Sariel in the hall looking for Cirith. The woman didn’t look frantic—yet—but clearly she was realizing this was more than just a game of hide and seek her dragon was playing on her. “Good (day?) Sariel. Iliyith asked me to tell you she found Cirith out in the Bowl and is keeping an eye on her.” She smirked, remembering Iliyith’s actual words. “Well, she said she found your ‘butterball.’ But there’s only one creature that could mean. Shall we go collect her?”
She considered the offer and how to reply carefully. I don’t know, young one, but I appreciate it. It is a very sweet offer, but I don’t know if it would be allowed even if I do want it. Most golds don’t want other dragons or even people around their eggs while the babies grow; while I wouldn’t mind the company I might get grumpy and unpleasant to be around. You’ll understand when you’re a little older She nuzzled the little gold and shifted to find a better position.
Helyna is good company. And Rhezalth and his rider will visit once the eggs are on the sands, so I won’t be alone.
Helyna had picked up cloths and supplies for oiling Iliyith and was on her way out to the Bowl to join her dragon when she ran into Sariel in the hall looking for Cirith. The woman didn’t look frantic—yet—but clearly she was realizing this was more than just a game of hide and seek her dragon was playing on her. “Good (day?) Sariel. Iliyith asked me to tell you she found Cirith out in the Bowl and is keeping an eye on her.” She smirked, remembering Iliyith’s actual words. “Well, she said she found your ‘butterball.’ But there’s only one creature that could mean. Shall we go collect her?”