04.May.14, 05:01 AM
Kiamyn stared at the nest for a moment not registering what they were. She looked between the things Syra was gesturing at, her best friend, and the eggs as realization took its sweet time coming to her. When it finally did, Kia started laughing, buckling over at how long it took her to get it. “Fire-hahaha-lizards! F-for so-some rea-hahaha-son I thought y-you were sh-showing me a wh-wh-wherry nest” she said, trying to get words out between laughs and heaves of air. By the Egg, I needed that laugh she thought, calming down. “I brought us breakfast, I haven’t eaten either and I’m almost half as starved as a hatchling.”
Kia sat down on the proffered cloak, arranging her knees and legs to the side of her while pulling out her cold breakfast and placing it securely between the two of them, eyeing the scavenging flits around her suspiciously. “Mine,” she said pointedly at a brown that inched his way towards her scones. “How different could firelizard hatchings be from dragon hatchings, anyway? Aren’t they cousins?” At the sounds of humming and little chirps, Kia looked up and smiled. How exciting she thought, feeling a buzz in the air. Kia was humming along with the dragons, not even realizing it.
She inspected the eggs with rapt attention. The color variance was minimal and didn’t have as much design variety as dragon eggs, but all of them varied in shades of brown and crème. Some were speckled more than others and one seemed to give off a faint glow like a gold’s but there was no movement. “I think the gold is a dud. What a shame. What do we have to do to impress them, other than feeding, I mean” she asked, curious, and more than a little enthused.
Kia smiled as Syra hugged her. Syra was always comforting and a great best friend. When she miscarried, Syra stayed by her for hours as Kiamyn mourned her loss. She stayed with her through all her depression, and now, it seemed like she was trying to help her get over the loss. Her smile turned a little sadder thinking of the pain but then Syra spoke and told her to get happy. Told her soon she was going to have a baby firelizard. A baby. Kia stiffened at the same time Syra did.
How is someone supposed to think of something happy after that? Kia relaxed and whispered to her friend. “I know you didn’t mean it.” Kia looked down at her hands and swallowed, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. Happy thoughts. Kia pictured swimming in the lake, watching the sunrise, and singing. It took away the frown at the least. The humming became louder as if urging Kia to open her eyes. She spotted a chip popping out of one of the eggs and grabbed Syra’s arm and pointed with the other hand. “Look, it’s hatching!”
Kia sat down on the proffered cloak, arranging her knees and legs to the side of her while pulling out her cold breakfast and placing it securely between the two of them, eyeing the scavenging flits around her suspiciously. “Mine,” she said pointedly at a brown that inched his way towards her scones. “How different could firelizard hatchings be from dragon hatchings, anyway? Aren’t they cousins?” At the sounds of humming and little chirps, Kia looked up and smiled. How exciting she thought, feeling a buzz in the air. Kia was humming along with the dragons, not even realizing it.
She inspected the eggs with rapt attention. The color variance was minimal and didn’t have as much design variety as dragon eggs, but all of them varied in shades of brown and crème. Some were speckled more than others and one seemed to give off a faint glow like a gold’s but there was no movement. “I think the gold is a dud. What a shame. What do we have to do to impress them, other than feeding, I mean” she asked, curious, and more than a little enthused.
Kia smiled as Syra hugged her. Syra was always comforting and a great best friend. When she miscarried, Syra stayed by her for hours as Kiamyn mourned her loss. She stayed with her through all her depression, and now, it seemed like she was trying to help her get over the loss. Her smile turned a little sadder thinking of the pain but then Syra spoke and told her to get happy. Told her soon she was going to have a baby firelizard. A baby. Kia stiffened at the same time Syra did.
How is someone supposed to think of something happy after that? Kia relaxed and whispered to her friend. “I know you didn’t mean it.” Kia looked down at her hands and swallowed, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. Happy thoughts. Kia pictured swimming in the lake, watching the sunrise, and singing. It took away the frown at the least. The humming became louder as if urging Kia to open her eyes. She spotted a chip popping out of one of the eggs and grabbed Syra’s arm and pointed with the other hand. “Look, it’s hatching!”