Fruit of the Hunt (Flit Clutch!)

[Shekru]

(( All Caspian Hold Characters are welcome to participate in this thread. Anyone wanting to make a character for Caspian, now is a good time! Please keep in mind that flits will be given first to those who do not have any with their Caspian Characters. ))

Night was still a long ways from ending over Caspian Hold, and while most were smartly tucked away in bed, the Wher handlers, or at least one of them, intended to put that to a swift end. Having already had Fygwesk hail the gold, bronze, and green Whers, Fyg herself was making for the designated meeting area: The Hold's dining hall.

The brown Wher did not give any clue, other than something important and exciting was happening. He either forgot, or was instructed to leave out details by his Handler. Both were possible, though the latter had Fyg written all over it, and seemed more likely.

Having gotten several large bowls from the kitchen - much to the cooks' and washers' chagrin, Fyg filled them with sand she'd collected from outside and stuffed them atop the stove to heat the contents. Having done so, she brought the bowls out to a table and carefully began moving the eggs into the warm sands. Sliding her jacket back on, the woman adjusted her bosom without shame with a care not usually seen for such an operation.. Hm.

A glow clicked on over her head and she went back to the kitchens. Causing mayhem, more than likely, given the sudden cries of anger. And then they hushed. And then they turned into squeals of delight. Following Fyg out of the kitchens, several of the late-night cooks and washers came to see, wide-eyed, the eggs that were arranged so carefully. Fifteen in total, ranging in shapes and sizes, colors and markings.

Moving to Viktu's side, Fyg leaned down somewhat conspiratorially - though from an outward standpoint, it might have seemed a little provocative - and whispered, "You've got her stowed safe an' hidden, aye?"

[Akki]

Viktu had been awake for more than twenty four hours now, and yet he wasn’t tired at all. The run with Fyg and Fygwesk, the discovery, everything had kept him wide awake. Or maybe it was just the cool night air that did it; but he wanted to think otherwise.

Like promised, Fygwesk had returned to Caspian at a slow pace. Viktu was glad because he was still slightly worried about hitting a tree and he was pretty sure the fabric of his shirt and Fyg’s jacket wouldn’t protect the eggs all that much if they collided with something. It had been interesting trying to balance the wrapped up eggs while keeping the one in his pocket safe but he liked to think he managed just fine. The wherhandlers had been already informed of the news thanks to Fygwesk and would surely amble on down soon enough.

He got slightly chewed out for ditching the night shift but it was definitely worth it. After the lecture he rallied some of the drudges together to go spread the word through the Hold. Hopefully others would make their way down to the dining hall. He grinned at Fyg as some of the cooks and washers ooh’d and aww’d over the eggs – such a sight to behold especially this late!

When Fyg leaned down, he looked up and offered her sly lopsided grin and motioned to his lap. He had removed the egg from his pants (He didn’t want it hatching there!) and had placed it in the folds of his shirt, cradled in the fabric that normally tied up his head. It was close to him, his body heat would warm the egg enough that it didn’t need to be placed in the bowls. The egg was quite well hidden and would only be noticeable if he pointed it out or if someone was closely examining his lap – which didn’t happen very often.

[Shekru]

Bowls of meat, stripped and small, were brought out and aranged liberally around the sand-bowls and the eggs. The sands were hot to the touch, but not nearly enough that some of the gathering drudges and curious cooks couldn't gently touch. Despite the amount of excitement through the little throng, they seemed relatively well-behaved.

Fyg's eyes skirted from Viktu's face to where he motioned and she chuckled faintly, giving his blonde hair a good ruffling before stepping back to eye the scene lain out before her. She had hunted for a while. Never in a million Turns would she have thought the one night she didn't go out searching, and instead was goofing off with a younger fellow, would be the night her search proved fruitful. Hopefully wind wouldn't reach the Weyr. After all, she was relatively close to the Weyr, but certainly outside of sight or sound of even the watchdragon.

Fygwesk poked his head into a window on the outer wall of the dining hall and watched, eyes whirling bright in amusement and curiosity. There were little things! There would be little things to play with. Once more he stretched his thoughts out to the other Whers, urging them to hurry.

Fyg plunked down next to Viktu after a few moments, positively beaming at the sight of the eggs. Unlike the others, she sat a ways away from the table that held the bowls. "Riding wasn't /so/ bad, now was it?" She asked of Viktu.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Lask wriggled in place for a moment, and then turned and looped back again, tighter than she really ought to have been able to do, her spine curving through the tight doubling back as if it were made of water. For a moment, Laier never noticed, still walking on ahead, thinking that her wher was following her. Out patrolling, Laier was bored out of her mind and was humming a tune to herself, twirling a thin twig which every now and then became a pretend sword before going back to just being twirled. It was, after all, only about six inches long. When she realized Lask was no longer right at her heels, she stopped and looked back. "Lask?" She asked, curious. "Did you see something?"

No! Fygwesk calls! To the Hold! Lask replied, flashing an interesting string of sensations and pictures, most of which made little to no sense to Laier. But one thing was starkly prominent to the handler ... the green had used words, and more than that, had used more than one word. Something was definitely going on. She dropped her twig, spinning about on a heel and lit out at her fastest speed after her wher.

"Wait for me!" She called, wondering what was going on that had the green so intent. She couldn't get anything positive or negative off the wher, so she figured that Lask honestly didn't know what was going on. But something in what Fygwesk had said must have really struck a chord with the green, to have set her off like that. Might have been an undertone or something, since Lask couldn't relay anything significant.

To the hold? Which hold? The wher hold? It didn't look like it ... they weren't running that way. So to Caspian, then. What was going on there, that had set off the brown to calling Lask? Why would the brown call Lask

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Admin's Note:[/hr] Unless it was a general quarters call? That ... couldn't be good. Something was definitely going down! Laier was puffing and huffing and her lungs were burning and she was ready to drop face down on the ground long before she reached the Hold at all.

"It's a shame you're not big enough to ride!" Laier called, desperately, flagging and falling behind. Lask ignored her, hurrying on. Well ... she wasn't going nearly as fast as she could have, but certainly faster than Laier could manage. It took time, but Laier did finally arrive at the Hold, far behind her green. She leaned on the wall for a moment, huffing and wishing she had a new set of lungs. For the set she currently owned hurt and were burning. Once she had halfway got some air back in her body, she got off the wall and gave her wher a funny look.

Lask was nosing about where Fyg was, slinking up around the bigger brown like he was a giant teddy and snaking her head toward where his vanished through a window. Whatever was going on, it was plainly inside! Laier turned, and pushed through the door there, walking inside. "What's going on?" She asked, speech broken by gasps for air.

[Kino]

[okay, still getting the handle on the setting of this hold, so I'm just going to have Naret enter in...I'm thinking he's been a sort of 'regular' as a Runner to Caspian, so feel free to have anyone or someone know him xD doesn't matter either way, just gonna send him to get food since I saw in the first post it's in the Hold's dining hall? I think xD; let me know if it's not and I'm wrong.

Bear with me if this post is a bit rough. I haven't taken Naret out for a spin in awhile.]

Naret had just recently arrived at Caspian hold on a delivery run, and he was taking the night and a bit of the next day to rest up before heading out on his next run, considering how late he'd arrived. He made his way towards the dining hall and stepped inside, barely giving a second look to the others mulling around, though it was a bit odd for so many people to be in at this time. His stomach was growling at him enough that it could probably talk for him. The tabby feline trotting near his feet had been able to hunt along the way, so Ikarit was a bit more interested in what was going on around them, pausing near the table where the bowls were being set up and watching up at them with big, wide-pupiled eyes.

Naret made his way to where the night cooks usually left out at least a small bit of food for any late-night arrivals, much as himself. It wasn't too much, but it would hold his stomach off until the morning came and more food was made. He got a few meatrolls and a luke-warm cup of klah, turning around just as someone burst through the dining hall door and asked what was going on. That was when Naret finally took in the scene; eggs tucked safely into the warm sand in the bowls set up on the table, a few whers outside looking in, and his own feline companion staring intently up at the bowls. Curiously, he stepped over to stand by the cat, leaning back against the edge of the table just next to the one with the bowls.

[Akki]

“Ackpthh. C’mon Fyg, my hair’s bad enough! Stop messing it up even more!” He whined, trying to bat her hand away. The wind from the run had made his hair poofy but it was flattened thanks to the cloth in his hair – but that was now removed, his hair was everywhere. His hand grabbed a meat roll, split it in half and offered one side to Fyg while nibbling on the other. “I think runs make me hungry. That’s my excuse when I become fat.”

He fell silent for a moment or two, chewing on the food before swallowing. “It wasn’t that bad, except for the jumping off the cliff part. I think it’s something I need to get used too.” He placed his chin on her shoulder, staring at her with a crooked grin, “Which means you should take me out more often.” He removed his head and finished off the meat roll as Laier walked in. “Oh! You must be Danae…or Laier…” He began, pausing as he wasn’t sure which one she was. He saw a flash of green near Fyg, “No, wait. Laier.” Danae was the gold wherhandler, while she was the green. Gotcha

He stuck out his hand, “I’m Viktu.” He was completely unaware that the girl was probably more or less panicking about what was happening; only knowing that she was supposed to go to the dining hall. He noticed Naret standing at the end of a table and waved the boy over, “Oi Naret, did you just get back?” He knew the boy was doing a delivery or something like that.

[Shekru]

Sensing the smaller form near him, Fygwesk turned his head to peer at the green and gave a friendly croon. His tail was still flicking back and forth in excitement, and he even batted Lask with it a few times on accident. He continued to send feelings and thoughts of happy joy to the green as he continued to stick his head in the window to watch.

Meanwhile, his handler spotted Laier and beamed brightly. She reclined in her chair and paused briefly to glower at Viktu. "Those are for the hatchlings, y'goof, so don' go eatin' them all. And your hair is fine. I c'd do /much/ worse to it." She did, however, take a bite of the offered meatroll while it was still in the blonde's hand. Then to the greenhandler she offered, "Pull up a chair, or stand near the bowls. Found a clutch'a firelizards an' they're shardin' near ready to--" Crick. Crick chink.

>> It began. The first of the eggs had begun to crack. A nose poked its way out, nostrils flaring. He could smell food. It had to be a he, considering the brassy quality of the bronze hide the nose boasted. Soon his head poked completely out and he looked around. Little red eyes whirled in hunger, but paused in curiosity as a feline head rose high in his sights. A squeak came from the little bronze, ending in a questioning curl that suggested his feeling was akin to 'What on Pern is THAT?'. Losing interest in the cat, the bronze turned his attention to the lad standing beside it. It had food. Nerat would find himself the object of the bronze's soul attentions as the rest of the egg cracked and shed away and the firelizard moved to the edge of the bowl and craned its neck toward the runner-boy's plate. It couldn't quite reach one of the meatrolls, and so it looked up at his face and squealed piteously. <<



Another egg began to crack. This a green, and far less patient than the bronze that had emerged first. Leaping from a bowl into the hands of a female cook, whose fingers already had meat clutched in them, the green made a quick friend as she devoured the meatroll and bonded with the startled woman.

Fyg beamed, one foot twitching while the stillness of the bowls was broken. She had missed the big hatching at the Weyr, but this was just as exciting.

[panther]

Her Wher’s mindvoice echoed in her head Danae… Fygesk calls, small ones. Eggs break. Pigeoned speech coming from the gold. Unconcerned as to the problem Fygwesk was alerting Danask and consequently Danae about. Well Fyg must want her there, either way.

She stood, pulled a coat free from the rack, a deep sable coat on the outside, lined with silk, a lusciously deep hood on it that she slung over her to prevent the cold a little longer. She stepped through the curtain, taking the outer door, and stepped out into the brisk cold. She shivered lightly and pulled her coat tighter, making her way to the location transferred to her from Danask.

Danae wound through the streets of the Hold, meandering paths that she knew through monotony, making her way to the kitchens where she knew Fyg to be waiting.

She slinked in, through the doors, and pulled her hood down, ginger hair gleaming in the light as always, She spotted a small gathering, of people, faces she knew, and others she didn’t. crossing the room with a slightly increased pace, she stood behind people, and some made way as they had found out, and being short, she found her way to the front quite easily.

Now in full view, was the clutch, of eggs. Firelizard eggs. And bowls of meat, and a small bronze! Oh my wasn’t he dainty! Certainly so in comparison to Whers.

It was hard to believe they were related at all.

“Fyg! What a discovery you have made –“ She paused, looing at vitku – “You pair have made! I do apologise, I’m Danae by the way, wherever did you find them! That’s a lovely clutch! I’d be envious if Danask had had such a good one. And a bronze on first hatching. Bodes well.” She commented.

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Hester was schooling a particularly unruly pupil, who decided he would not spend his day times in lessons. So, she made him work at night in place of this. The lad was adverse to learning generally, but when tired after a busy day’s activities with friends, he was less inclined to learn. “Well I hope Porin, that this will teach you one thing, even if you haven’t heard much of a word I’ve said all night. I will make you learn, and it would be in your interest to learn it with the others, during the day. Go on lad, off home, your mother’s going to give you a hiding for what you done to Lady Serphina’s feline. She was quite attached to that cat you know, it was an awfully wicked thing to do.”

The lad stood went to speak, and instead closed his mouth, dipped his head and nodded, a sullen expression upon his young face. He left the room with a metaphorical tail between his legs.

A drudge burst into the room moments later.
“Lady Harper, Lady Harper!” She squealed excitedly, “You must come, you simply must! There’re eggs, flitter eggs Lady, in the kitchens, quickly! They’re hatching.” She said, leaving the room with as much of a flurry as she had arrived.

Hester sighed, leaned forwards, folded away her hide bound volume, and looked at the door, she ran a hand through her short blonde curls, before rubbing her eyes and making her way to the kitchens.

And sure enough, a small number of people were present, Danae, Fyg, Vitku the Caspian cook, a lad she didn’t know and Laier? Green wher – yes. Laier. She identified them with a sharp notice of Alder’s lack of presence. Mores the pity.
She joined them at the table – greeting them all, before her eyes were inevitably drawn back to the hatching before them, a miniature scale of the weyr – and of course with much less consequences. A flitter? You fed them, that was about all! And they were marvellous creatures for songs and messages alike! One would be of use to her, for though Tundra was her adored pet – she knew that the canine was of little use for messages! Oh how she would like to be able to send messages with her own flitter! That would be just lovely.

[Shekru]

"In th'dirt." Fyg replied, amused, to the gold handler. She neatly stuck her foot out and nudged Danae toward a bowl of meat. Yet more eggs were cracking, and it seemed that Fyg was content to watch for the time being. A few meatrolls, however, were snagged in the woman's hand, and some of them seemed to be food for her, the others held onto for posterity.

>> Yet more eggs were hatching, another cracking fully the moment Danae reached the table. Fyg had slapped a meatroll into the handler's grasp. Before Danae could really react, something was nibbling at the end of what she held. Bright friendly eyes stood out against a dark hide peppered with bright, tiny, almost gleaming spots. Unusual, certainly, for such a small thing to mimic what had only been spoken of in Dark Moon. The little Midn ight Sky stalked out of the bowl and the remnants of his egg and closer to Danae, crooning sweetly, lovingly. <<


>> Yet another egg seemed to -pop- open, spilling out a balled up blue whose hide appeared to copy the depths of a river. Light and spirited, the blue turned himself over and fanned wings, squeaking proudly. No one saw him fall over! No one! He peered around curiously at the many faces gaping in curiosity and he scoffed in a high-pitched chitter. No, no. Not that one. Oo, what's this! He practically bounced over toward a woman who was still slightly out of breath and proudly squawked at her. A bowl of meat was nudged by Fyg's foot in front of Laier, whom the little blue had become rather fond of quickly. <<

[Akki]

Viktu grinned when Fyg scolded him for eating the meat roll and then taking a bite of it. He popped the rest into his mouth and shrugged, “I’m just teaching them to share.” He was debating whether or not to grab another one but his attention was dragged away from the food when an egg cracked and revealed a bronze. Viktu had his hand outstretched as he debated about another meat roll but he quickly pulled it back when the firelizard hatched – he didn’t want his hand to be mistaken for food, thanks.

The bronze went to Nerat immediately and Viktu grinned at the boy before turning and high fiving the fellow cook who got the green. She was a nice person and a sharding good cook so Viktu was happy to see the green go to her. He looked up at Danae as she appeared, “I’m Viktu, nice to meet you.” He leaned in towards Fyg slightly, “I’m not going cause some rumors about you because we went on a run, will I?”. He’d feel bad if he accidentally did…plus what if she had a guy in her life already? He’d be pummeled no doubt.

His train of thought was cut short when the Midnight Sky made an appearance and he found himself clutching Fyg’s arm, “What in the name of Faranth is that?”. He had never seen a mutation before, only heard of them. He was isolated in Caspian Hold it seemed, not that he minded. He watched as blue appeared, heading towards Laier.

[panther]

Danae’s brows furrowed, in the dirt? A small smile lingered for a moment. But then, with an expression of surprise, the woman pushed a meat roll into Danae’s hand, and she was before a bowl of meat. Then the shock came, at the end of her meat roll, was a flitter.

His hide was unusual… a deep violet, handsome colour, but it was speckled with irregular glowing spots. Her eyes widened immediately. It was something she’d heard of, one of Dark moon’s mutation dragons! So they occurred in flitters too? He was a midnight skies, and he was adoring towards her as he fed from the meat roll in her hands. A softer smile replaced her earlier one of ponder, she leant down lower to the smaller version of the unusual mutation Dark moon had claim on. He creeled up to her, delicately taking another piece of meat from his new keeper.

“Well aren’t you a darling one?” She hummed peacefully to the creature that was now attached to her. She fed him until he seemed content, then allowed the hatchling flitter to crawl up her arm, and nestle in against her neck, he hummed contentedly there, nudging her cheek for a moment with his own delicate nose.

“We’ll have to find a name for you won’t we little one?” She said as she gently petted his nose with her finger, he creeled sweetly in reply. “You’re a charming little one, perhaps I’ll work with that.” She said smiling senselessly to herself.

She realised then, that Fyg’s companion had introduced himself, “Nice to meet you too Vitku, any friend of Fyg’s is a friend of mine, and I think you both for this little present.” She smiled and looked to her left where the flitter was sat, weaving himself into her hair, in a stark contrast. “I think… Romeo would suit.” A gentle smile tugged at her lips, as she untangled young claws from a strand of hair.

[Xennai]

Alder sprinted from his quarters, making his way through dark corridors barren of people, barren of anything but rock and shadows and faint light. He made his way up above, looking much different than he normally did. The bronze handler was normally very presentable, though he took care not too look to clean or dressed up. Now, eyes that were, on the whole, a sleepy green were hectic, excited. His dark hair stuck up in some places at the back of his head and his shirt—white linen embroidered with black thread—was unbuttoned to the center of his chest and untucked. He’d been alerted to Aldesk of the flitter Hatching while in the middle of a rather…intimate dinner with a woman.

She wasn’t too happy with him but that was life.

As he ran, Alder smoothed his hands over his hair to make it somewhat better. He skidded to a stop just before the entrance to the room where all the excitement was and tucked his shirt in; quickly, expertly. He then strolled in, but his bravado was rather marred by the fact that his breathing was rather fast and shallow and the bright light in his eyes refused to fade. It painted a glowing, brash handsome look across his face.

He strode right up through the crowd, looking rather frantically into the bowls. He sagged, visibly relaxing. He beamed and then saw Danae, cradling a handsome little fellow. His face screwed up in happiness as he slid into the bench alongside her. And then he saw Hester. Alder froze, eyes going wide. Oh shards…Head shook and he smiled at Danae. “Well, he’s certainly a little beauty.” Over Danae’s head, Alder smiled at Hester, eyes twinkling. This was certainly good reason to have hurried. Flitts and two pretty women as well as company. Yes, he was very glad he’s hurried. “What’s his name?” he asked Danae, acting for all the world as if they’d been there together the entire time.

[Shekru]

>> Sweet like the tolling of small bells, the sound came before the fury when yet another egg split. Canopies lined with deep brown that stretched lighter, swirling klah-colored membranes between them emerged first. Feet pressed against the egg shell until the head came free and the curious brown peered about the space. All the while his throat gave way to warbles that, for all the world, sounded almost sing-songy. His position in the bowls made it all too easy for him to spot Hester first, and it was to her that he looked, tilted his head sideways and creeled mellodically. Would she feed him? She looked nice. That hair looked soft, too. The klah-winged brown stepped free of the shells and went to sit in front of the woman patiently, all the while serenading her with questions in the form of thoughts and purring sounds. <<


>> Alder would not be seated long before more eggs crached and hatched. A couple of greens emerged from their eggs, one panicking and disappearing between to get away from the crowd, another cozening up to a stablehand with a large beard. One of the larger eggs began to shake and roll. Whatever it housed would be big. /Big/, in fact. It nearly looked the size of a queen egg, though the lack of glimmering gold on the outer shell was curious. The egg shook and squirmed and rolled out of the bowl and onto the table before dumping itself right into Alder's lap, where the first crack allowed a whirling eye to peer out and study Alder. Whelp, Study-time over. The egg burst in half, the top portion flipping up and off, and onto the floor to reveal yet another oddity. Blazing orange like the horizon at dawn, the hide of the Tiger's Eye was streaked with red at her flanks and striped broadly yellow from nose to tail tip. Wings unfurled, a second head popped up. More cautious than his sister, but equally curious, the Hawk's eye male, a dusky contrast to his day-bright sister in all his midnight, silver-streaked glory, lifted his head and took a look at his sister. There seemed to spark an instant understanding in the pair, and the launched from the shell and onto Alder's shoulders. Though peaceful it may have began, the pair quickly devolved into squabbling over which shoulder which firelizard was allowed to claim as their perch. Alder would find his head a battleground between the twin-pair, though on occassion they did stop to squawk at him in a very 'Will you tell that one that I am right?!' manner. They would be trouble, no doubt.<<


>> While more eggs continued to crack and pop, yet another was beginning to stir. This one out of sight, but equally eager to see light. The folds of the shirt and hankerchief were neatly stuffed aside while a long, golden neck snaked out and upward. Whirling eyes and bossy chirrups alerted Viktu to look down. She was hungry, he needed to pay attention. The gold squawked again and withdrew herself from the rest of the egg, curling up on the cook's shoulders and winding neck and tail about his throat loosely. <<

[Xennai]

Alder didn't have any time to even look at Danae. Or Hester. Or anyone else. He saw a flash of brown, heard singing and then a huge egg tumbled into his lap. Eyes went beyond the definition of wide as he stared, hardly even breathing, into the object in his lap. An eye peered out and then the egg burst.

And Alder was right in the middle of two flitters, each claiming him.

Wonder infiltrated for a second before he was overwhelmed with the siblings, each bickering and fighting over his shoulder. He glanced to one side, noticing fiery colors, and then the other, noticing the midnight. He reached out, seizing their muzzles gently, eyeing both creatures sternly. "There will not be fighting right now. You will behave yourselves accordingly. Got it?” The twin eyes whirled at him with pleasant colors he took for agreement. He pointed to the female of the pair, the brilliantly colored of the two. “Loki.” He pressed her firmly to his left shoulder before turning to her inky brother. “Iago.” He smiled at the two then, noticing nothing else, just happy for what events had consipired. “Be good,” he murmured firmly. Not that there was going to be stopping these two. He could already tell.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Laier inhaled long and slow, held it a moment, and then let it go slowly, in an effort to calm her rapid breathing. She smiled at Viktu, and nodded. "Laier. Well met, and hello! I ..." She spotted the eggs, and all words failed to come from her mouth. She hurried closer and peered at them. "You found eggs?! How? Where? Oh ... my!" She smiled brightly, with excitement, before dancing backwards, out of the way of the sudden influx of people. She greeted a few, with smiles and nods, before she realized she'd been maneuvered away from the impromptu nest. Not wanting to miss out, she elbowed a few people to make her way back through them, toward the nest. She wanted to at least see!!

Lask crooned softly with her own excitement, before starting up a low-key, heavy-rumbling hum, throat pressed to the ground as she tried to wiggle her snout and head in through the window underneath Fygwesk's neck. Lask wanted to see, too, and was liable to get both the whers stuck in the window once she did manage to get her angular head through that opening...

Laier elbowed someone else, trying to make room for her own self, when she suddenly realized she had a new friend looking up at her from the floor. Not having seen any of the other hatchings, she was quite happy to not have missed out entirely! "Oh! Awwwww! Look at you, aren't you just darling

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Admin's Note:[/hr]" She cooed, bending to scoop up the little blue. "So pretty! Look at youuu!" She hugged the baby flitter gently to her ample bosom for a moment, before grinning with thanks at Fyg for the bowl of food. "Thanks!" Scooping that up, as well, she elbowed her way through the crowd again to find a place to sit. Which, was not very far away as of yet. She still wanted to watch!

That plan, however, was completely upended, when she ended up holding the bowl between her knees and devoting all her attention into poking tiny scraps of meat into her hungry blue's mouth, whom she was holding in one hand against her chest. "Stop wiggling so much, will you?!" She laughed, as the little blue's tail thrashed around, head and neck reaching for the next bit, mouth wide open, little claws gripping the fingers that were holding onto him. Laier giggled, eyes shining as she poked the next peice into his mouth.

He swallowed it, and then chirped, opening his mouth once more, straining to reach that bowl and the hand that brought food. Completely amused, Laier did not see any of the following hatchings, either, though she could certainly hear it. Eggs cracking, flitters cheeping, some people startling and some others not. And then all the flitter arguments going on! Goodness.

"Lennier! I'll call you Lennier." She decided. "Lask! What do you think?" She asked, holding the baby blue up toward the window for a moment, before hastily returning to her earlier position of hanging onto him and feeding him.

Lask wiggled her snout back and forth under Fygwesk's throat, eyes pinched shut. Finally, her head popped through, and she leaned forward to shove some neck through, eyes coming open to see what was going on. Babies, babies babies! Oh, babies! Lask hummed even still, happily and excitedly, thanking Fygwesk for calling her in to see this happy event. She gave nary a thought to how she was going to get back out of that window ... yet.

[Shekru]

Fyg was beaming. There were many smiles and it was because of her, Fygwesk's, and Viktu's discovery. She'd provided the Hold with a little late-night treat, and that had filled her with pride. She continued to sit next to Viktu, away from the bowls. She made no attempts to coax little mouths away from the people gathered around the bowl, and seemed more than content to watch, a meatroll dangling out the side of her mouth.

Fygwesk crooned against the top of Lask's head as she snuck her snout beneath his. He rumbled warmly to the smaller Wher, tail still whipping side to side in excitement and curiosity. He returned the green's thanks with a bright croon and thoughts of welcome, and a little pride as well. After all, it was he that found them first.

>> Having been tucked in her shirt because of shape and likelihood of damage, yet one more egg hidden from view began to shake and stir. Fyg flinched slightly, leaning forward in her seat with a hand clutching between her breasts. She grasped the throat of her jacket and pulled outward. Anyone nearby would be treated not only to a shot of the pale woman's cleavage, but a small head poking out of a hole along the side of a dent in an egg shell. What looked like a dud turned out just to be fooling. Cramped in his egg, a rather chunky bronze with a nearly golden-throat popped his head up and out of Fyg's shirt and stole the meatroll right out from between her teeth. <<


"Well, well! Not dead after all, are ya." Fyg declared in surprise. Arms curled around beneath her chest and, therefore, the little bronze's weight. Dragging a plate over, she began to feed the metallic fellow joyously. "Lucky little thing, eh? S'posin' I call you Faust. How's that sound?" The bronze chirruped agreement, eagerly gobbling more meat, and quite content to remain snuggled up inside Fyg's shirt and jacket. It was warm there, after all.

She looked over to Danae and Alder, grinning at the other Wher handlers and their unusual prizes, before switching her attention to Laier. Wasn't that something! Seems they all had luck. Fyg was glad. She nudged her chair a little closer to Viktu, however, shamelessly holding her collar open so the cook could see her.. bronze.

[Akki]

Eggs seemed to be breaking left and right, it was hard for Viktu to keep up. And people kept coming in he noted, glancing up at Alder before having his attention stolen away as a soft, and some what musical brown, made his way out of the egg. Viktu grinned at Hester as a silent congratulation before watching as another mutation made its way out. Oops. Wait, that should be mutations. The two flitts made an appearance, their colors completely opposite and quickly squabbled on top of Alder’s shoulders. Viktu smothered laughter, an obviously amused grin on his face though.

Viktu was watching all the other eggs that he didn’t even notice at first when the egg in his lap began to crack, revealing a golden flitt. The bossy chirrups did their job though and Viktu looked down with a face filled with delight. “There’s a firelizard in my pants!” He pointed out to Fyg before grabbing some food for the critter. She reached out and quickly snapped it up, chirping for more. Viktu tossed another her way which was quickly snapped up once again and she contently lowered her head; crooning ever so softly. He had never really had a pet before, none of us nine siblings did either so he was quite happy with the gold – okay, more than happy. But she needed a name. He already knew he wanted the creature to have a name that started with ‘F’ but there were quite a few options out there. He snapped his fingers, “Fysque.”

He turned to look at Fyg as she made a comment about something not being dead. Whoa, was that a flitter in her shirt? He peered over as she moved closer, staring at the gold throated bronze. “He’s quite handsome!” Viktu said with a few bobs of his head. After a few seconds of watching the creature, Viktu noticed something important. That he was staring down Fyg’s shirt. The tip of his ears turned a faint pink color and he recoiled back to his spot, he didn’t want to come off as some lecherous guy. He grinned at Fyg though; Fygwesk’s discovery had made an interesting night. He grabbed his fabric and quickly tied it back into his hair before sneaking in another bite of food.

[Shekru]

"Fysque?" Fyg questioned, brow raising. Near the window, Fygwesk crooned in amusement and approval. Hey, it was like an homage! Or something. Fyg cackled after a few moments and watched the heat rise into Viktu's ears. She looked down at what he was blushing about and then laughed. Aloud. Leaving Faust to snuggle against her chest, Fyg propped a foot up on the chair and reclined, continuing to feed the little bronze. He was hungry.

Eyes scrolled over the room and the happy faces. Fyg's lips had curled up in a proud glow, and she looked to the other Wher handlers. They were happy. She had accomplished that, at least, and the night didn't at all feel like a waste.

More of the eggs hatched and cracked, until only a few were left, taking their time to move or shake. Many greens seemed to attach themselves to the cooks and drudges, finding the unassuming men and women friendly and eager to please. Having Impressed, several of the cooks and drudges began to spread out over the dining hall, quieting and feeding their newfound friends.

Fyg turned to Viktu and, with a girlish grin, asked the blushing fellow, "You wanna come to my Dig for some wine later?"

(( Still some PC eggs for folks that want to bring characters in! ))

[Sparrow]

Evigan strode out into the evening breathing in the fresh air. The Journeywomen had been working all day over boiling pots of dye trying to figure out the best combination to create a lovely emerald color that a Lord Holder wanted for a pair of gloves for his daughter. Her hands showed evidence of this as the palms of her hands were dyed. Flecks had also been spattered on her rumpled clothing but she didn’t care, these were her work clothes after all. Evigan’s stomach rumbled as it reminded her that she had missed her evening meal. How late it really was she didn’t know but she spotted the Whers looking into the Dining Cavern so it had to be pretty late.

She paused for a moment, that was a rather strange sight. They were up on the sill of the window with their heads inside, something interesting must be going on. Well, she was headed that way anyway so might as well find out what was going on. Evigan pulled the tie out of her hair, not really caring about the bump it had created in her hair.

“Evening!” She greeted in general, her eyes first noticing the amount of people, “Wow, there’s more people up than I would’ve thought.” Evigan then spotted the reason why the whers were looking in the window and the congregation of people, “Firelizard eggs? Who found them?” She asked drawing closer.

[Akki]

“Is there something wrong with the name Fysque?” Viktu asked with an innocent sniffle of his nose. He stuck out his tongue at the woman a few seconds later, “I’m just thanking you and Fygwesk for the egg. He doesn’t seem to mind.”. His croons were easily heard, Viktu flashing the beast a large grin before turning his attention back to Fyg. She was busy laughing, apparently realizing that she was giving him a free show but didn’t seem to mind very much. Most girls would have but it was pretty obvious that Fyg wasn’t your typical lady.

“You’re looking mighty happy right now.” Viktu laughed slightly as Fyg surveyed their surroundings. “And you have a motherly glow about you! These firelizards are like yours and Fyg’s kids, aren’t they?” He teased as Fysque crooned softly, almost like she was agreeing. Or she was saying she was fully and therefore happy – it was hard to tell. He leaned back in his chair slightly, glad that some of the cooks and drudges Impressed. He knew most of them and knew that they worked with little play so having a flitt would probably bring some joy into their day.

He turned his head back to Fyg as a slow, lopsided grin took over his face. “Why, I would love too.”. Who knew his day would end up like this. He felt like he should thank Perina for missing out on work! He let his head go upside down so he could stare behind him, staring at Evigan as she greeted everyone. He lifted two fingers so he could point at Fyg and Fygwesk, “They found them! Just a wee bit ago actually.”