16.Mar.13, 10:14 PM
S'kef was hesitant, to say the least. He wrinkled his nose at the tiny beast, clearly disapproving of her tone, though what could one expect from a plucky little queen bonded to his J'ver? Shrieking harpies, all of them! The brownrider cast a disgusted look at J'ver before letting his eyes dark back to Vixen, whom he was wholly unimpressed by.
"You're a brave little cunt," he grumbled, holding one finger out to prod at the hissing beauty as she offered the egg to him. Okay, maybe it was less 'offered' and more 'demanded'. Clearly he was required to take it. He frowned and stood up, ready to walk away and damn himself to an eternity of small, annoying screeches ringing in his ears, before a familiar voice butted its way into the man's mind.
Look at J'ver
Why? He's fine
Tyrrisath's annoyance gave S'kef a moment of pause. I believe he secretly wishes for you to take it.
You suddenly care?
Not about the egg. Look at him.
S'kef spared a glance at J'ver, who had appeared amazing indifferent on the matter, though he had encouraged S'kef to take the egg out of consideration for the man's sanity. Still, the brownrider frowned. Could it be that his J'ver wished he would take it, but just wouldn't ask?
"Tyrrisath..." S'kef grumbled softly, then knelt back to the sand and picked the egg up. It was tiny and fragile, but the shell was hard enough to hold and S'kef thought he could feel the slightest tremor of motion inside. He examined it for a moment before looking at Vixen and shushing her gently. Then, he pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and lightly wrapped the egg in it. "Very well then. We'll see what we can do about finding this thing a home. You're welcome," he muttered, though he seemed to be handling the egg with an unnatural sense of delicacy and care. Tyrrisath was highly amused.
"You're a brave little cunt," he grumbled, holding one finger out to prod at the hissing beauty as she offered the egg to him. Okay, maybe it was less 'offered' and more 'demanded'. Clearly he was required to take it. He frowned and stood up, ready to walk away and damn himself to an eternity of small, annoying screeches ringing in his ears, before a familiar voice butted its way into the man's mind.
Why? He's fine
Tyrrisath's annoyance gave S'kef a moment of pause.
You suddenly care?
S'kef spared a glance at J'ver, who had appeared amazing indifferent on the matter, though he had encouraged S'kef to take the egg out of consideration for the man's sanity. Still, the brownrider frowned. Could it be that his J'ver wished he would take it, but just wouldn't ask?
"Tyrrisath..." S'kef grumbled softly, then knelt back to the sand and picked the egg up. It was tiny and fragile, but the shell was hard enough to hold and S'kef thought he could feel the slightest tremor of motion inside. He examined it for a moment before looking at Vixen and shushing her gently. Then, he pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and lightly wrapped the egg in it. "Very well then. We'll see what we can do about finding this thing a home. You're welcome," he muttered, though he seemed to be handling the egg with an unnatural sense of delicacy and care. Tyrrisath was highly amused.