02.Oct.19, 09:36 PM
Tazikel humphed softly at Azrin putting the pillow back over his head and the accompanying commentary. “Ah, yes, those clumsy pillows, always accidentally murdering people. The scourge of sleepers everywhere.” Honestly, what kind of comment was that. Who even joked about smothering a guy with his own pillow right after waking him up too early? Azrin was so weird, and Tazikel was compelled to pull the blanket down to uncover his face so he could properly give him an unimpressed glare, pillow falling off of him in the process. He rolled over so he could better look up at Azrin now that he’d joined him on the bed - he’d sat too close and Tazikel had to strain his neck to look at his face. When he moved, he noticed something else, and frowned.
“Get your boots off my bed, you animal,” Tazikel griped, half-heartedly shoving Azrin’s legs, “Aren’t you supposed to have manners?” He gave the offending booted feet a light kick before he sighed dramatically and relaxed back into the mattress. Azrin was ridiculous, but so was he, so Tazikel supposed it worked out. Probably a second son thing.
“My name is on a lot of people’s lips,” Tazikel said with a lazy haughtiness, “But yes, I was at the Ista Hatching. It was a Hatching, you’ve been to them before, you know what they’re like. Tiny number of eggs, but I’ve been told the senior queen of Fort lays massive clutches, and those are the only Hatchings I’ve been to before, so I may not have the best point of comparison. Maybe this gold just has tiny clutches. I didn’t ask.” He’d been more distracted by things like ‘wow, Mylorah is gorgeous,’ and ‘oh no, Mylorah is crying,’ and ‘wait, Kordiavis and Mylorah know each other?’ The intricacies of Hatchings didn’t interest him as much. “If you’re so interested in the Hatching, Azrin, why didn’t you go in the first place?” Tazikel asked.
“Get your boots off my bed, you animal,” Tazikel griped, half-heartedly shoving Azrin’s legs, “Aren’t you supposed to have manners?” He gave the offending booted feet a light kick before he sighed dramatically and relaxed back into the mattress. Azrin was ridiculous, but so was he, so Tazikel supposed it worked out. Probably a second son thing.
“My name is on a lot of people’s lips,” Tazikel said with a lazy haughtiness, “But yes, I was at the Ista Hatching. It was a Hatching, you’ve been to them before, you know what they’re like. Tiny number of eggs, but I’ve been told the senior queen of Fort lays massive clutches, and those are the only Hatchings I’ve been to before, so I may not have the best point of comparison. Maybe this gold just has tiny clutches. I didn’t ask.” He’d been more distracted by things like ‘wow, Mylorah is gorgeous,’ and ‘oh no, Mylorah is crying,’ and ‘wait, Kordiavis and Mylorah know each other?’ The intricacies of Hatchings didn’t interest him as much. “If you’re so interested in the Hatching, Azrin, why didn’t you go in the first place?” Tazikel asked.