Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on May 5, 2014 17:33:06 GMT -8
Three months, three days, and roughly six hours. Every moment of them seemed burned into the inside of his head.
“Get the firelizards out of the crèche! Wait outside, I’ll bring them to you!”
T’kar opened his mouth, but since he could see another crèche worker already bringing the two babies, he simply retreated the two steps to return to the hall outside.
I want to actually see them, Ancalanath put in. He hadn’t been able to, the last couple times, and was feeling a little put out about it. After all, these were the offspring of his rider.
T’kar grinned. He’d gotten better at carrying two babies at once, though some of that was probably due to the fact that he did have some memories of carrying Alyga and Gyara around when they were babies. The babies kept trying to squirm around, clearly interested in the swooping and diving firelizards. They couldn’t talk yet, but it wouldn’t truly surprise T’kar if some of the first words they learned were the names of the flitts.
Stepping out into the evening sun of the WeyrBowl, T’kar turned towards Ancalanath, letting the RR Flame reach out carefully to first smell the babies again, then shift his mighty head so that he could focus on them with one whirling, faceted eye.
They are still very small, Ancalanath observed. When will they grow?
“Not for a few Turns yet,” T’kar said, laughing quietly as Ancalanath extended a wing for a sun-shield. “Humans grow slower than dragons, remember?”
Rilora looked up from her papers and frowned. She stood up stiffly and walked over to Archith, who was looking down on the Bowl from her ledge.
Well, first, you should stand more often. It's making you ache, and that makes me ache. Second, I just thought you might want to see them first from a safe distance.
Rilora squinted down at the Bowl but didn't see much. As the figure kept walking the dark hair on his head gave off a characteristic blueish sheen. Her frown deepened.
There. Now you've seen them. I have just helped you take a healthy step towards the future. You may return to your desk if you please.
An abrupt snort harmonized the scuff of a whirling heel as Rilora turned back inside. She was still scarring. But she had felt better around her dragon lately. An exercise in empathy, Lithena told her.