17.Feb.21, 03:57 AM
The smell wafted to him as soon as Zarel squeaked through the door. Another growl from his stomach and he determined that he must just be hungry. Just really, really hungry. His mouth started watering, too. Yes, hunger must be it. He eagerly reached for the tray as she bounced in, nearly tipping it into the floor though as he also tried to reach for her as she jumped down by his egg! But no, she didn’t touch it. She better not. And she did bring him food. He supposed he could let her stay, just for a little bit.
With a begrudging grunt, a spoonful of stew already occupying his mouth, he tried to talk around it. “Got it from da candidate mashter. Itsh gonn’ hatsh any time mow,” he mumbled before swallowing. Mmm, that was good. He swallowed again for good measure, trying to make sure the bite was all the way down before he scooped another one to his mouth. Thinking better of talking and eating at the same time, he eyed the spoonful as he spoke. “And I guess you can stay for a bit.”
The bowl emptied as his belly filled, and he found himself tearing at the bread as he listened to her tale. “Wow, the queen? That’s amaz—” He coughed, catching his own enthusiasm, but tried to make it look like the bread. If he was going to be a bronze rider someday, he couldn’t get so worked up over every single Hatching. Dragonriders saw lots of Hatchings. How was this any different? And he wasn’t there, so that was that, too. “That’s pretty neat.” He finished, much calmer.
His stomach seemed to have calmed since getting food into it, and he shifted to set the tray down beside the stool, next to where the small bowl of meat sat waiting for the tiny occupant of the egg. “Thanks for dinner, Zarrie. I guess I was kinda hungry.”
They stared at the egg shell for a bit. He rotated the pot and heaved a sigh. He got it almost a week ago. It should have hatched by now, right? The shell was all hard. The tiny little stretch-mark things had grown. Why didn’t he have his firelizard yet? With nothing to do but stare at the thing, he figured he might as well talk to Zarel. She was nice, after all. Like flowers. "Wanna split the pie?"
With a begrudging grunt, a spoonful of stew already occupying his mouth, he tried to talk around it. “Got it from da candidate mashter. Itsh gonn’ hatsh any time mow,” he mumbled before swallowing. Mmm, that was good. He swallowed again for good measure, trying to make sure the bite was all the way down before he scooped another one to his mouth. Thinking better of talking and eating at the same time, he eyed the spoonful as he spoke. “And I guess you can stay for a bit.”
The bowl emptied as his belly filled, and he found himself tearing at the bread as he listened to her tale. “Wow, the queen? That’s amaz—” He coughed, catching his own enthusiasm, but tried to make it look like the bread. If he was going to be a bronze rider someday, he couldn’t get so worked up over every single Hatching. Dragonriders saw lots of Hatchings. How was this any different? And he wasn’t there, so that was that, too. “That’s pretty neat.” He finished, much calmer.
His stomach seemed to have calmed since getting food into it, and he shifted to set the tray down beside the stool, next to where the small bowl of meat sat waiting for the tiny occupant of the egg. “Thanks for dinner, Zarrie. I guess I was kinda hungry.”
They stared at the egg shell for a bit. He rotated the pot and heaved a sigh. He got it almost a week ago. It should have hatched by now, right? The shell was all hard. The tiny little stretch-mark things had grown. Why didn’t he have his firelizard yet? With nothing to do but stare at the thing, he figured he might as well talk to Zarel. She was nice, after all. Like flowers. "Wanna split the pie?"