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Fresh Cinnamon [Solo] - Aparicus - 16.Nov.12
Aparicus had spent the morning fussing over some of her start plants, baby shoots that she’d started in jars in a workshop rather than outside in the cold rain of the southern winter. It had worked well in the past and even now the little plants were fairing wonderfully. Weather was quickly warming up again though, and soon she’d be able to transplant the little things outside where they belonged.
“Well, as soon as this rain stops anyways.” She said to herself as she looked out the window for the hundredth time that day. The rain seemed as steady as ever, though, with no sign of letting up today. It was almost depressing really, the farmcrafter could do very little in her garden with the rain so heavy and today made day three. She was honestly out of little projects she could do inside and was resorting to simply fussing quietly over the plants and seeds inside while rewriting notes she’d taken some time ago.
Her lunch sat nearby, half eaten as she’d become distracted with that darn window and the weather outside once more. She loved the rain as much as her plants did, but day three? This was getting just ridiculous! A pout on her lips, she picked up her tea and frowned after finding it cold. Bother! At least that she could remedy though!
Slidding off her tall stool next to her work table, she made her way to the small fire place in the room that she kept very low – honestly just to keep the chill from the room and her teapot warm. Topping off her cup with hot tea to warm up what was left of the cold, she put the pot back and froze.
There next to the fire she’d also been keeping a different jar that was half full of sand and nestled carefully inside was that smooth, cream colored shell of the egg she’d found with Mevrit at the candidate camping trip. As she stared, however, her surprise was instantly confirmed as it wiggled again.
“It moved!” she exclaimed excitedly before turning around to share her excitement only to remember she’d been in the room alone. Setting down her cup on the mantle, she took down a wide, shallow bowl she kept for opening seed pods. Carefully she transferred the sand and the wiggling egg to the bowl where there would be more room before carrying it over to the table. She’d been warned by others (as well as her own constant reminders) that the egg could still very well be some breed of Wherry, but after watching the hatching of the firelizards at the lake, she was hopeful for a different outcome than those feathery critters. Could she be so lucky as to have her own miniature dragon?
Sitting down carefully on her stool once more, she waited with abated breath as she watched it rock and roll. Eventually a crack formed along its side and spread across the egg’s cream surface. It was when a little wet nose pushed out of the shell, it’s nostrels flaring a moment before pushing further that she let out a soft squeal of delight. It was! It was a firelizard’s egg!
“Come on out, little thing. I’ll never hurt you.” She nearly crooned to the little creature as a bronze head turned to look up at her, still half tucked in his egg. Carefully, and with slightly shaking hands, she reached over to her half eaten sandwich and tore off a small chunk not much larger than the tip of her finger.
“Look, I’ve food for you if you’re hungry, but you have to keep coming out. I was told it’s bad to help you out of your egg.” She said, still carefully coaxing. Those little nostrels flared again and she knew his attention was caught on the food. The smile on her lips was genuine as she carefully held her fingers still and waited – forcing the little lizard to come to her, out of his shell, rather than letting her heart melt too far to take the food to him. Thankfully the wait wasn’t long or she might have caved.
He’d made his way from the shell to curl little claws around her fingers before daintily taking the offered food from her and swallowing it whole. “Oh, how hungry you are!” she said softly again, letting him hold onto that hand as her other hand pulled another piece off her sandwich, this time bringing it to him. He’d done the hard work, after all, and it was not long before he was curled up and asleep in her gnarled fingers, his stomach stuffed and sticking out as he slept.
Running a free finger down the length of his spine, she hummed to him as she felt his smooth hide as it slowly dried. Moving to the fire she settled down with her tea once more, the precious little thing carefully settled onto her skirts after she’d adjusted them. Perhaps the rain that kept her inside and near the egg wasn’t such a bad thing. Smiling, she sipped at her tea and adored his hide once more. “Cinnamon. You look like dried Cinnamon.” She whispered to the little creature even as it let out a yawn, re-curling itself in her lap. “Talian’s little blue has stayed with him… I hope you’ll stay with me too.”