Lizardus Coitus Interruptus [Kiamyn/Z'lud]

"Shh!" Syra admonished, pointing at the nest. "Look, that nest is getting ready to Hatch. I thought we could both do with a little company these days." she smiled, brandishing her hand toward the bowl. "I even convinced some of the other cooks to share their scraps of meat with me... and I fear I may owe a couple of them some of my famous pies." It was at that moment, with her arm still wrapped in the cloak. that she realized she hadn't returned it to the young bluerider. With a frown, she went about untying it from around her neck and laying it out so that the two of them could sit on it and keep too much sand from hiking into their skirts. Her dress, hidden until then, splayed in a loose way across her legs and arranged itself rather beautifully. From the corner of her eye, Syra caught the movement of sand cascading down the sides of some of the less buried eggs as the first movements of the eggs started.

"Look!" She whispered breathily as she gazed at the tiny things. She filled her mind with warm, welcoming thoughts and colors. Letting her room come to mind, with the bed situated below the window and a pool of sunlight spilling onto her blankets. The nest, a scarce length away, was suddenly a hive of activity and tiny, muffled chirps from within eggs. A fair of wild firelizards popped into view a bit farther away from the two women and the nest; a protective queen being flanked by her bronzes. They hummed a small imitation of the hum that dragons used to announce a Hatching, a tune that was filled eerily with hope and sadness. Syra reached her hand into the messy bowl of meet and carefully spread it along the sand rimming the nest, offering a rather large handfull to the wildlings that were humming. It was stoically ignored. She couldn't Impress them all, but at least food may keep them from cannibalizing their siblings - and perhaps gentle them enough to become more wild little flits. Not that the lake wasn't already infested with the creatures.

"Have you ever done this before? Watched a Hatching, I mean? I had one of the riders explain it to me... I'm so nervous!" she muttered to Kiamyn, keeping her voice low and thoughts happy and joyful. Syra's hands were covered in gore, but the woman hardly cared as she gazed with rapt attention at the nest, trying to infuse the air itself with good feelings and images. Food was one thing she kept on mind at all times, ready with the bowl between the two of them for when she would have to carefully feed the little firelizard into her lap and satiate its hunger. It was hard to tell how many of the eggs would hatch, or what they would hatch for that matter. She thought she saw the glimmer of a possible golden egg, but it was dull and almost colorless and Syra suspected it was a dud. Thoughts of Kia's loss tried to flit through her mind but she pushed them away - she was determined to cheer her friend up, and a tiny companion to raise and love who would be by her side in a small imitation of a dragon would help.

Kia would not be allowed to dwell on the loss if Syra could get her way with it. No more pouting around and being sullen and moody like a woman. Spontaneously Syra reached over and hugged her friend. It was a show of affection usually offered to lovers; but the two had been fast friends and she felt close enough to Kia to hug her without it feeling too girly. The eggs chirped once more, and the humming raised to a feverpitch. "Keep happy, welcoming thoughts in your head and offer the one you want food. As soon as its full, you have yourself an Impressed little baby firelizard." she lectured, wincing immediately at the use of the word baby. Had it been insensitive? She hadn't meant it to be... but what's done was done, and she tried to hide her reaction from the other woman.