Fickle it is

Writers: Cali, Rebecca
Date Posted: 27th February 2006

Characters: Aletta, F'gol
Description: Aletta's firelizard hatches and Figol helps her chosse a name.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 22 of Turn 3

Aletta was talking with Figol when she herad Farsith call her to thier weyr. The firelizard egg was hatching. "My firelizard, Figol, it's hatching! We'd better go."
She grabed the harper by the arm and draged him toward her weyr, detouring to the kitchen to grab some scraps to feed the littel one. The pot on her hearth was rocking when she walked in, quikly she brushed aside the sand s and carefully lifted out the rocking egg. It barly fit in her hand. Behind her Farsith was cooing to the little firelizard, encouraging the egg to hatch. "Looks like your little friend is almost here dearest. "

Figol's eyes widened as he saw the rocking egg. He glanced over at Farsith and his eyes got bigger. "Is she talking to it?"

"I guess so. The dragons humm when the eggs hatch. I guess they do the same for a firelizard. I wonder what color it'll be."

"Farsith doesn't know?" he eyed the egg to see if he could pick out anything to give the color away. Aletta shook her head as the frist cracks apperaed in the sheel. "Nobody knows. Come on little one you can doit, push a little harder.
I've got some nice meat for you,, I know your hungry."

"Oh, cracks! He's coming!" his eyes never leaving the egg. The eggs split down the side and a green wing claw appered and shoved. "That's it girl, push a little bit more." she smiled.

Figol scrambled up and grabbed the bowl of meat scraps off the table. He set it down next to the greenrider and stepped back, not wanting to do anything to confuse the impression. "Thanks." Aletta smiled but did not turn away from the hatching. "Here you are little one." She placed the meat a little ahead of the little firelizard. She jumped on it, moving to the next peice quickly. Finally she reacehd Aletta's hand and took food directly from her. The little firelizard turned up her nose at the last bite. "She sure does eat alot for such a little thing." Figol said in awe. He wasn't ashamed to admit he felt a bit jelous that she not only had a dragon, but also a firelizard now. He was happy for her though. "You should've have seen how much Farsith ate." she smiled fonded at the sleepy flit. "Any ideas for a name?"

He'd caught glimpses of the weyrlings hacking up the meat for the dragonets, one of the many reasons for his not wanting one of his own... "A name? I don't know, I've never named anything before. Fat face? Sleepy?" ALetta burst out laughing when the sleepy flit protested the first suggestion, loudly. The tiny flit opened her eyes and streched her neck out, sniffing the hapers fingers. "I think she smells the meat on your hand."

"Really?" he snatched back the offending hand, not wanting her to decide his finger was a piece of scrap. He picked up one of the remaining pieces and offerered it to her, "Here, eat this instead!" Chriping she grabed the last morsel with a quick movment. THen promply passed out. "Your fickle aren't you. You won't eat from my hand but you'll take food fom him?"

"Maybe she just likes me better?" he teased with a shrug.

"Then she can bug you for food then" she laughed. She was too happy to be annoyed.

"Sure, I'll feed Fat Face anytime she wants!" "You know, i don't relish the idea of yell "Fat Face" in the middle of the dinning cavern. What do you think of Fickle? Sh'es supossed to be mine and likes you better, I think thats pretty fickle."

He shrugged, "I don't mind calling her Fat Face in the dining cavern, but she's yours; call her what you want."

"Then call her Fat Face, I'm calling her Fickle." Aletta burst out laughing. "I can just see a journyman getiing offended because he thinks you where talking to him"

"Hmm, I see your point." he agreed after he pictured the hours and hours in archives he'd have to serve for _that_ misunderstanding. "Fickle it is then!"

Last updated on the February 28th 2006

Welcome to Triad Weyrs!

Fickle it is