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04.May.14, 09:45 AM
"I know you didn't mean it," Kia said, and Syra noticed the other woman swallow and breathe deeply. She wished she could have kept the other woman laughing instead; it was a welcome sound to the sullen, depressed Kiamyn she had come to be used to after the miscarriage. The woman doubted her best friend would understand why she didn't want to Impress a green... she had a feeling that Kia also wouldn't understand her support of "Quick trips between" for women either. It was an opinion she probably wouldn't ever share with the other woman either, not after what had happened. Syra nodded in response to Kia's comment, turning her attention back to the nest and eyeing the little crack in the egg when Kia pointed and exclaimed aloud that one was hatching. Tiny claws poked through the hole from the chipped egg, but Syra couldn't tell what color the little hatchling inside was.
Her attention shifted to the rest of the nest. It seemed only five of the eggs were viable; they were the only ones with any movement, and the other half sat unmoving in their little sandy hills. Just as one egg was chipping itself away to hatching, the egg nearest to Syra shook violently. It was a pretty little egg, a shining white with darker swirls from the narrow top, around and down to the base. She didn't have much time to examine it more as the egg burst in many directions at once and a tiny green firelizard squalled its way into the world. It tumbled from the nest, screeching with the indignity and landed against Syra's legs. As the woman gazed down at it, the little green with swirling red eyes looked up at her and cocked its head. The woman realized she was looking down at it with her own head cocked and laughed aloud. "What a little mimicker you are!" she crooned, ducking her hand deep into the bowl of bloody gobbets she came up with the chunks she had sliced and held it out to the little one.
The green reached her arm out toward Syra, imitating the woman, and when she saw the bloody meat, opened her mouth as if expecting to be fed. The woman obliged, and the wherry meat disappeared down her throat. The maw opened once more and Syra kept feeding it until the swirling red turned green and blue and the insatiable hunger the woman had felt in her own stomach disappeared. The tiny green had eaten almost half of the remaining meat in the bowl, not including any that the woman had left around the nest for the rest of the hatchlings that wouldn't be Impressed. It took her a moment to realize that she hadn't been feeling her own hunger, and that her mind was filled with the warm feelings of contentment and sleepiness. "Mimic..." she breathed, her shock registering that the little green firelizard had curled into her lap and was dozing lazily. "I did it!" she crowed. "Your name, is Mimic." She grinned, flipping the hem of her dress over the firelizard and it's bulging belly full of meat to keep it warm. Its little wings were stretched out on either side of it, waving gently as Mimic instinctively tried to dry them in the warm morning sun.
The sand beneath her had shifted to form a depression she was sitting in, the cloak providing a comfortable buffer between the black dress and the gritty sand. Shards of the tiny egg littered the cloak and her dress. Syra picked them off and tucked them into a pocket of the cloak. The excitement from managing to Impress a little firelizard was buzzing through her veins but she turned her attention from the green, yellowy, partially dark green hide in her lap to Kiamyn. "You can do it too!" she smiled, encouraging her friend. One of the other eggs had a huge crack down its middle, almost directly in half of it. Another had the crown of the narrow end circled by a crack that looked as though it would pop the top off. One of the larger eggs was having a hard time... there was only movement and no visible cracks to Syra's eyes. The egg that Kiamyn had pointed out was hidden by the eggs that were between Syra and the other woman..
"You are ahead of the game little one," she said to the sleeping hatchling. Its only response was to furl its wings and curl into a ball. The woman sighed, looking back at the nest and watching the one egg having a hard time. She was extremely worried that the egg wouldn't hatch without help but she knew it would be a bad idea for her to move, let alone help it. The humming from the adult flits continued, and the little golden queen seemed to watch with as much attention as Syra had. When it saw her looking, she chittered at her, and Syra had the distinct feeling she was being scolded and told to take care of a baby. But of course, firelizards couldn't communicate with words like their larger, more intelligent distant cousins the dragons. She scooped up the green, to tiny chirrups of protest, and lay back in their patch of sun, settling Mimic in the curve of her stomach and laying an arm over her. Not watching the rest of them Hatch, at least until Kiamyn decided which to Impress, would help her feel less guilty that she couldn't Impress them all. At least three of them would go wild with the adults... she hoped. "Wake me when you get around to choosing one of them." she grinned, deciding to take a power nap.
Her attention shifted to the rest of the nest. It seemed only five of the eggs were viable; they were the only ones with any movement, and the other half sat unmoving in their little sandy hills. Just as one egg was chipping itself away to hatching, the egg nearest to Syra shook violently. It was a pretty little egg, a shining white with darker swirls from the narrow top, around and down to the base. She didn't have much time to examine it more as the egg burst in many directions at once and a tiny green firelizard squalled its way into the world. It tumbled from the nest, screeching with the indignity and landed against Syra's legs. As the woman gazed down at it, the little green with swirling red eyes looked up at her and cocked its head. The woman realized she was looking down at it with her own head cocked and laughed aloud. "What a little mimicker you are!" she crooned, ducking her hand deep into the bowl of bloody gobbets she came up with the chunks she had sliced and held it out to the little one.
The green reached her arm out toward Syra, imitating the woman, and when she saw the bloody meat, opened her mouth as if expecting to be fed. The woman obliged, and the wherry meat disappeared down her throat. The maw opened once more and Syra kept feeding it until the swirling red turned green and blue and the insatiable hunger the woman had felt in her own stomach disappeared. The tiny green had eaten almost half of the remaining meat in the bowl, not including any that the woman had left around the nest for the rest of the hatchlings that wouldn't be Impressed. It took her a moment to realize that she hadn't been feeling her own hunger, and that her mind was filled with the warm feelings of contentment and sleepiness. "Mimic..." she breathed, her shock registering that the little green firelizard had curled into her lap and was dozing lazily. "I did it!" she crowed. "Your name, is Mimic." She grinned, flipping the hem of her dress over the firelizard and it's bulging belly full of meat to keep it warm. Its little wings were stretched out on either side of it, waving gently as Mimic instinctively tried to dry them in the warm morning sun.
The sand beneath her had shifted to form a depression she was sitting in, the cloak providing a comfortable buffer between the black dress and the gritty sand. Shards of the tiny egg littered the cloak and her dress. Syra picked them off and tucked them into a pocket of the cloak. The excitement from managing to Impress a little firelizard was buzzing through her veins but she turned her attention from the green, yellowy, partially dark green hide in her lap to Kiamyn. "You can do it too!" she smiled, encouraging her friend. One of the other eggs had a huge crack down its middle, almost directly in half of it. Another had the crown of the narrow end circled by a crack that looked as though it would pop the top off. One of the larger eggs was having a hard time... there was only movement and no visible cracks to Syra's eyes. The egg that Kiamyn had pointed out was hidden by the eggs that were between Syra and the other woman..
"You are ahead of the game little one," she said to the sleeping hatchling. Its only response was to furl its wings and curl into a ball. The woman sighed, looking back at the nest and watching the one egg having a hard time. She was extremely worried that the egg wouldn't hatch without help but she knew it would be a bad idea for her to move, let alone help it. The humming from the adult flits continued, and the little golden queen seemed to watch with as much attention as Syra had. When it saw her looking, she chittered at her, and Syra had the distinct feeling she was being scolded and told to take care of a baby. But of course, firelizards couldn't communicate with words like their larger, more intelligent distant cousins the dragons. She scooped up the green, to tiny chirrups of protest, and lay back in their patch of sun, settling Mimic in the curve of her stomach and laying an arm over her. Not watching the rest of them Hatch, at least until Kiamyn decided which to Impress, would help her feel less guilty that she couldn't Impress them all. At least three of them would go wild with the adults... she hoped. "Wake me when you get around to choosing one of them." she grinned, deciding to take a power nap.
