17.Feb.21, 02:06 AM
His stomach hurt. A lot. Another rumble in his gut had him writhing on the stool next to the hearth, arms wrapped around his middle. Maybe he shouldn’t have had so much of that stuff...what had T’pel called it? Coffee? Well, whatever it was, it wasn’t klah. But, it did the job it was supposed to do. He didn’t want to risk being sleepy at all that day. He was sure the precious firelizard egg was going to hatch any time now! And if it took nasty coffee to make sure he was wide awake for it, then fine.
His stomach grumbled again. Or maybe he was just hungry. He hadn’t eaten, after all, since the breakfast he’d had at first light, when he’d had his first cup of that gross, smelly liquid. He downed the last of it that was in his mug. He’d lost track of how many cups he’d had, but the pot T’pel had made him that morning was gone.
Hopefully he wouldn’t need to make more. He didn’t watch his brother make the stuff, he was too busy keeping an eye on the egg, so he probably would’t do a very good job making the brew. Not like that lack of skill would make it worse, though. It was already pretty bad.
Footsteps outside signaled someone coming. T’pel? No, he was too busy hanging out with Kestra. And Ky wasn’t back yet. Plus T’pel usually came from the ledge anyway, either by Ky or using the outside steps up from the bowl. So who was it? His question was answered when that girl’s voice piped up and told him why she was there.
Maybe food would be a good thing.
“Come in! Door’s unlocked!” He called back, not really feeling like moving anyway. The egg needed watching, and his stomach still kinda hurt, too.
His stomach grumbled again. Or maybe he was just hungry. He hadn’t eaten, after all, since the breakfast he’d had at first light, when he’d had his first cup of that gross, smelly liquid. He downed the last of it that was in his mug. He’d lost track of how many cups he’d had, but the pot T’pel had made him that morning was gone.
Hopefully he wouldn’t need to make more. He didn’t watch his brother make the stuff, he was too busy keeping an eye on the egg, so he probably would’t do a very good job making the brew. Not like that lack of skill would make it worse, though. It was already pretty bad.
Footsteps outside signaled someone coming. T’pel? No, he was too busy hanging out with Kestra. And Ky wasn’t back yet. Plus T’pel usually came from the ledge anyway, either by Ky or using the outside steps up from the bowl. So who was it? His question was answered when that girl’s voice piped up and told him why she was there.
Maybe food would be a good thing.
“Come in! Door’s unlocked!” He called back, not really feeling like moving anyway. The egg needed watching, and his stomach still kinda hurt, too.