21.Mar.21, 10:27 PM
The little bronze’s humming was felt, more than heard, and Taydarell practically buzzed for the excitement of it. In a rush of panic he thought he might need to use the privy, but dismissed the idea. He wouldn’t let that happen again.
The little green lady made her entrance in a much more subdued manner than Jasper had, delicately chipping at her shell instead of being forcibly ejected from it. Taking a moment to blink at the boy in front of her, her eyes whirled rainbow, then red, and she demanded to be fed with a warbling shriek.
With a wide grin, Taydarell pushed a piece of meat roll at her, careful to avoid the needle-sharp teeth and talons, and had another at the ready as he scooped her into his hands. She creeled with hunger, and Taydarell felt it himself, eating away at his stomach, and he knew, Impression had been made! He found a few tears trying to spill down his cheeks, and he wiped them away before Zarel could see. He was happy, after all, and there wasn’t any reason to cry. He stuffed a few more morsels into the little green’s tiny, open maw, and it wasn’t long before she settled against him, tail wrapped around his forearm. Still hungry, but at least satisfied for the moment.
His stomach growled. The hunger wasn’t entirely hers, he realized, as it was well into dinnertime by now. T’pel would be wondering where he was at. “Do you think she’ll be alright if I tuck her into my shirt? We should go get food for us, too. I think her being hungry is making me hungry…”
The little green folded into his tunic, he opened the door for the two of them, and risked a small hug as Zarel moved past him into the hall. “Thanks, Zarrie. For the egg. And for staying. What do think her name should be?”
The little green lady made her entrance in a much more subdued manner than Jasper had, delicately chipping at her shell instead of being forcibly ejected from it. Taking a moment to blink at the boy in front of her, her eyes whirled rainbow, then red, and she demanded to be fed with a warbling shriek.
With a wide grin, Taydarell pushed a piece of meat roll at her, careful to avoid the needle-sharp teeth and talons, and had another at the ready as he scooped her into his hands. She creeled with hunger, and Taydarell felt it himself, eating away at his stomach, and he knew, Impression had been made! He found a few tears trying to spill down his cheeks, and he wiped them away before Zarel could see. He was happy, after all, and there wasn’t any reason to cry. He stuffed a few more morsels into the little green’s tiny, open maw, and it wasn’t long before she settled against him, tail wrapped around his forearm. Still hungry, but at least satisfied for the moment.
His stomach growled. The hunger wasn’t entirely hers, he realized, as it was well into dinnertime by now. T’pel would be wondering where he was at. “Do you think she’ll be alright if I tuck her into my shirt? We should go get food for us, too. I think her being hungry is making me hungry…”
The little green folded into his tunic, he opened the door for the two of them, and risked a small hug as Zarel moved past him into the hall. “Thanks, Zarrie. For the egg. And for staying. What do think her name should be?”