Miscalculations ((R'gar & Ise))

[Lady Smara]

Filkos could not believe his good fortune as he clutched the egg close to his chest with one hand, a bag of warm sand in the other. The headwoman could not be certain of when the egg would hatch, but she was confident it would be soon. Perfect! The egg itself was not for him, but for his sister Prontin. Yes, she was blind and caring for the firelizard might prove trying at first, but he had the firm belief that a companion pet would do her good after the traumatizing time of losing her mother, who was one of her stable rocks in the world.

Now of course the idea of a companion pet for a blind woman would have probably been better if it had been a solitary feline or even a steady canine, the problem was that many of those animals tended to nip or shy away from Prontin as she often stumbled over them or accidently pet their fur the wrong way when first figuring out where they were.

Filkos, however, had seen Prontin interact a few times with that brownrider’s firelizard. The little thing was infatuated with Prontin and she had simply loved being able to bath the little thing in attention. It seemed that her fumbling fingers were no bother to him and thus where the idea had been born. Entering the empty classroom he had left her in as she quietly worked a new string into the guitar upon the table before her, he smiled and set down the bag of sand before searching the room for a bowl.

“What’s that?” she asked, a quizzical look upon her face as she heard the bag hit the table, but the sand within it not giving it a solid thud like more common objects would.

“Sand. And a bowl.” He added as he set down the bowl. Catching her hands and taking it away from the guitar, he carefully put the egg within them before opening the bag and pouring the warm sand inside.

“This is too warm to be a stone, is it an egg?” she asked, carefully running her fingers over the hard shell. She had felt Wherry eggs in the kitchens, but they had all been cold.

“It is.” He said, guiding her hand next to the bowl and sand before instructing her to set the egg inside. “I need you to watch it for me, make sure it doesn’t hatch till I get back.” He said with a smile. Of course he highly doubted it would, but he needed to run to the kitchens to get meat. Once he was back he’d explain things further, but for now she already had enough to chew on as she ran her hands across the sand and the egg. He couldn’t help but smile to see her piling the sand up along the edges of the egg so it wouldn’t roll.

“But what is it an egg of? And how do I keep it from hatching?” her words, however, landed upon an open door as Filkos escaped from the room once more, hurrying down the hall with a tune whistling from his lips.


((R'gar next please. ^_^ Ise can PM us the eggs and descriptions or after R'gar gets there you can help orchestrate the hatching. ^_^))

[Marnark]

There had been an idea niggling around in the back of R'gar's head for a long time. Prontin could not see, and as a result she couldn't get around very well on her own. Granted she did superbly well given her circumstances. But there were still certain things she couldn't do. Like navigate broad open places such as the Weyrbowl. He could understand why things like that were scary to her, but he also rather thought she really did need more independence ... and maybe ... no definitely needed more sun. She was so pale!

Beautiful nonetheless. Beautiful enough to take his breath away every time he saw her, which wasn't nearly often enough for his tastes. But neither did he want to make a pest of himself. He desperately wanted to stay on good terms with the young woman.

He loved his own flitter dearly, and the little guy was useful as well. Fetching things and delivering things. Quick, energetic, and quite noisy at times. Noisy was a good thing. R'gar had a theory that if Prontin had a flitter, maybe she would be more mobile. Not only could it help her find things, but it could run errands for her, even guide her through open spaces. By sound if nothing else. But this would all require a rather intelligent flitter, not just any random attention deficient easily distracted green.

So when there had been word of a flitter clutch, R'gar had made a bee line for it. He'd done his level best, and succeeded in wheedling the lady out of her very biggest egg. Whatever was in it, it had to be at a minimum a brown. Which would be perfect, if Imp was any indication. He already knew she liked Imp, so she shouldn't have any compuctions about having a flitter of her own!!

Nevertheless, he was a tad nervous as he walked toward her. Finding her had been a trick, but Imp knew where she was. It was odd but refreshing to not be able to find her in her quarters. Walking down the hall with long strides in the wake of his own darting flitter, R'gar made quick time to wherever he was going. Where was soon enough discovered as the flitter swooped through the open doorway with a happy greeting chirp. Fluttering to a landing, the brown hopped over to the egg Prontin was already in possession of. Peeping with curious excitement, he rustled his wings and nosed the exposed shell as R'gar stopped in the doorway rather than merely barging in on her.

"Prontin?" He asked, letting her know he was there. But he fell silent when his gaze fell upon the egg already in her hands, so very adoringly being covered in sand by her caring hands.

Someone had already given her an egg. On one hand, that was great! She needed it, and someone cared enough to get it for her ... even better she seemed to not have any problems with it, the way she was carefully burying it in sand. On the other hand ... he just hoped that someone hadn't been J'zen. He was already ready to strangle the harper, for no real logical reason. It was just an impulse he occasionally found coursing through his veins like liquid fire.

Either way he felt like something of a dork, standing there with a second egg in his hand for her.

[Lady Smara]

It was at the sound of the footsteps that Prontin had begun talking, her excitement and anxiety both working to make her a lot quicker to talk than she normally would be before knowing who it was. Hoping and praying that it was her brother who was swiftly returning so that this burden might be lifted from her hands, she called out quickly as R’gar rounded the doorway.

“Filkos! Do you know how vague you are when you tell me not to let your egg hatch?” At the sound of Imp landing upon the table and making his way over toward her hands and egg, however, she stopped quickly and realized her mistake at the sound of the brown riders voice. Even so, she looked even more relieved to have help there.

“Oh R’gar, you have to help me!” she said, scooping a little more sand toward the egg more in a fidgeting movement than anything else. “Filkos brought me his egg and told me to make sure it didn’t hatch – what am I suppose to do? What if it does hatch before he gets back? Am I suppose to hold whatever is in it inside? What if it bites me? I don’t even know what it is! He spoke too quickly and disappeared before answering any questions!”

Everything seemed to come out of her mouth in a tumble, but it was easy to see that her thoughts were doing just that simply because she could relax – someone else was there to help. Not only that, but it was R’gar and she could trust R’gar. The brown rider would not leave her alone and helpless and lost.

[Marnark]

At her initial outburst, R'gar was a tad surprised. But it didn'ttake him but a split second to realize what she was thinking. A quick look up and down the hall was warranted to see if Filkos was anywhere in the area before he responded. "I don't see your brother anywhere." he supplied, as she realized that he was not, after all, Filkos. But apparently the fellow had been there very recently for her to launch into that like she had. "May I come in?" He asked.

From the things that she had said, he was glad to note that Filkos was the only one mentioned and not J'zen. So this egg she had was her brother's, and the Harper had nothing to do with it. He realized it was quite immature to be so jealous toward the Harper, but he really did detest the fellow for more reasons than just his apparent keen interest in Prontin.

"You can't stop an egg from hatching. It hatches when it will, no sooner and no later." He answered, filling in the gaps for her. It really was silly of her brother to tell her such a thing as that ... and leave his flitter egg in her possession too. Unless it was an intentional ploy on his part. R'gar really hadn't taken the fellow for being that dim. He looked at the egg he carried as well, and let a pent up breath go. The egg she was already in possession of seemed to be stressing her out a bit. Maybe just because she didn't know what to do? "On that note, actually. I brought you an egg of your own. It's a flitter egg, I thought you might like to have one of your own. I can help you train it so it will be helpful. Hopefully more so than Imp is half the time."

Imp chirped and nuzzled Prontin's fingers before happily assisting in shoving sand about in the bowl around the egg.

"I also brought you something to feed it, so it won't bite you. What your brother is intending in leaving this other one here, though, I really can't say." There wasn't even any feed to go with it. He really should have known better, the silly lad. Or maybe that's where he'd gone, to go get something to feed the thing when it hatched. Why hadn't he taken it with him though? "Your brother mystifies me sometimes." R'gar commented, leaning one shoulder upon the door frame as he watched her from there.

[Lady Smara]

Hearing that her brother wasn’t in sight, she nodded that yes he could come in. In fact, she really hoped he’d not only come in but help her out. She kept brushing her hands over the top of the egg, making sure that no cracks were forming on it, but it seemed content to sit still and warm in the bowl of sand. It was at the exhale of breath that the blind woman caught that made her turn her head from the bowl with her brother’s egg to the direction of the brown rider.

“A… A flitter egg?” She asked, surprise clear in her voice. A flitter for her? An actual firelizard like Imp? It was not exactly something she had ever considered, but even as he spoke she felt Imp butt his head up against her fingers before moving the sand around, as if to reassure her that yes, he could be helpful. How sweet and big hearted Imp was, was never a question in Prontin’s mind. She had learned to really love the little things company, even if she had to ask often what the creature was doing, unable to see herself. But he really was the first creature that didn’t seem to mind her fumbling fingers.

“Oh I don’t want it to bite me.” She said quickly, dragging her thoughts away from the ideas of having an ‘imp’ of her own to agree with R’gar. No, biting was something the felines did to her and she defiantly didn’t care for that. “But… if it’s in an egg, how do we know when it will come out? We can’t feed it before it comes out can we? Is it a girl or a boy? What’s it’s name?” Suddenly her whole mind was flooding with questions as excitement started to take over. She would love to have an Imp of her own to keep her company in the quiet darkness that was her world.

[Marnark]

Upon receiving permission to enter, R'gar wasted no time in crossing the threshold and walking over to where Prontin was. "Hold out your hands, together." He prompted, before depositing the egg he'd brought her in them. It was inside a bag, though, encased in warm sand for the moment. "This is a flitter egg, it supposedly will hatch in the next few days. Possibly today I suppose, it's hard to tell with these things. The egg your brother left is also a flitter egg ... I suppose it would be logical to assume that it is from the same clutch as this one? In which case it will be hatching soon too. Until they hatch, all you do is keep them warm. I've never hatched one before, but that's what I was told. After they hatch is when you feed them, and you can tell their gender from their color." He supplied, despite being completely aware that she had no concept of color, much less sight. "I'll let you know what that is." He promised.

Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved another small bag, but this one merely held a singular meat roll. This he set on the table near her. "Here's a meatroll, you can feed it to the flitter when it hatches. I've got it wrapped up so hopefully Imp won't try to eat it beforehand. He's been nothing but excited ever since he laid eyes on the clutch." He laughed a bit, before collecting himself a seat.

"As long as you have food, it won't bite you. But if your brother doesn't hurry back he may well miss out on his. They only Impress right after they hatch ... and only to those who are around them. Otherwise they fly away and become wild flitters. On that note ... I need to go, if this egg is to be yours. If I stay, there's a chance I may end up with it instead." R'gar explained. "You name it, you keep it." He smiled at her, even though she couldn't see him do so. It was just something that couldn't be helped. Prontin made him smile.

"I got you the biggest egg of the clutch ... it should be a brown or better. Just like Imp. Chances are very good this one will be male." If it turned out female, that meant it was Gold ... and he'd be highly shocked if a gold flitter came from that egg. It wasn't that big.

[Lady Smara]

Holding her egg, which she could already tell by the feel was a good amount larger than the first, she caressed it gently, holding it carefully so she would not drop it as she listened to R’gar, her head tilted to the side. Keep them warm, that sounded easy enough as long as she did not misplace them – which she highly doubted she would, they were too precious. Rather than setting this second egg into the bowl as well, however, she kept close hold of it – not wanting to mix the two despite the size difference. Instead, she continued to hold the treasure close to her chest.

At the sound of Imp excited, a smile spread firmly upon her own lips. “Imp has such a heart.” She replied softly. So the meatroll she needed to feed to her little flit – but would it be enough? Of course, they were not nearly as large as Apollath was, but she had also only fed Imp small treats, never an actual meal. Or perhaps those small treats were all they ever needed? It was when he mentioned leaving, however, that her hands shuffled so she was holding the egg close with one as the other shot out to fumble around and finally land on R’gar’s arm.

“But if you leave… You can’t stay? What if I – What’s that?” While the sound could only be picked up by the harpers ears at first, it was only a moment later before the egg in the bowl shivered again, this time moving some of the sand that had been piled so carefully round it, a small crack forming in the top near Imp’s nose.

Just as the littler egg shook again, Prontin jumped, a jump that could be felt through her hand on his arm as she quickly looked down at the egg in her hand before quickly reaching out and finding the bowl of sand to put it down as well, it too shivered and threatened to crack. It seemed her brother was not going to make it back...

"R'gar..." she whispered as if afraid to scare the eggs. "Do eggs normally move? What is happening?"

[Marnark]

R'gar was surprised when she shot a hand out to stay his departure, but gladdened by it as well. He didn't want to leave. Certainly not, he cherished any time he spent with the harper lass. "If I stay, there's a solid chance the egg I brought you won't bond to you, and might well instead bond to me. I ... would rather that didn't happen. It sort of defeats the whole purpose of bringing you an egg, doesn't it?" He explained gently, patting her hand with one of his own.

"What sound?" He asked, pausing to listen closely to anything he could hear that she might be referring to. R'gar was already aware that her sense of hearing was far keener than his own, for good reason. It was one of the few senses she had left to inform her of her surroundings. But it was not long at all before it was clear what she had heard first. Imp's happy humming by the bowl certainly left no room for doubt. R'gar sighed. "Eggs move when they hatch. Both of these eggs are hatching, right now. In a few minutes they won't be eggs anymore." Wow, but that was fast. He'd barely got the egg to her on time, it seemed!! "Here, I'm going to move away, but I will still be near. If you need me, just say so." He squeezed her hand before lifting it off of his arm. Reaching over, he quickly undid the string that held the bag about the bigger egg. "Remember to feed it. Imp, go get Filkos."

Imp chirped, but refused to move. No way was he missing this event!

R'gar frowned at the flitter, but knew it was already a futile effort. And he certainly had not idea where her brother was ... no way would he find the fellow and get him back in time. Quickly, he stepped away from Prontin and the eggs. If anyone should have Filkos' egg, it would be Prontin, his own sister. The person he'd left it in the care of. "I'll be here." He repeated, before stepping through the doorway and just around the wall. Out of sight, and hopefully out of mind of the hatching babies.

Imp stayed put, happily and excitedly humming, snout hovering just a fraction of an inch from that first crack that had formed on the little egg. His eyes swirled quickly with the excitement, happy colors marking them round and round.

[Lady Smara]

The little egg shook and shivered again in its little sand nest as the firelizard inside fought to its freedom. Soon a second crack formed, branching off the first and eventually a network of cracks littered the little eggs shell before the little silver-blue nose managed to push through. Covered in slime, the little blue flit gave a little warble before retreating back into the egg for another push that finally split the egg in half.

Hearing the little warble as well as the little thuds against the egg shell, Prontin realized she was holding her breath to listen. Letting it out, she knew R’gar had not moved too far away, but even so she couldn’t help but wish he had stayed. She didn’t understand all of the sounds she heard, but at least he had given her some direction – unlike her loving brother. Feed them.

Fumbling fingers searched for the roll that had been wrapped to ward off Imp. Finding it, she quickly unwrapped it, so very aware of how much her fingers shook even as she heard the young flit cry out again – less muffled this time. Finding the feel of the meatroll beneath her fingers, she tore off a bit and let it fall into the palm of her hand as she laid her hand upon the table. She couldn’t exactly offer it straight to the flit without fear of poking out an eye… but she could offer the flit to come and get the food.

It seemed like eternity to the shaking, excited woman until she heard the sand shift. The gentle scrapings and thuds coming from both flit and the other egg left her confused as to if she was doing anything right, but it was when the little claws grasped her finger and a body soon tried its best to fill her hand as a wet nose found the morsel.

Her breath shook and for another long moment she remained sitting still beyond the slight shivers running their way up and down her back. It was not until the little flit in her hand let out another little cry and she felt a slight pang of hunger in her own stomach that she realized that one little bite bight not be enough. Unsure of how to feed it with the little wet thing filling up her hand, she moved the flit to her skirt, gently putting him down in her lap before tearing off another morsel and offering it to him once more.

Three more pieces were happily taken from her fingers and Prontin’s own confidence was growing with her smile before she felt a sudden weight on her other hand, slightly larger claws grasping her fingers to pull her hand – and the meat roll – down to where the other hatchling could reach the meatroll, tearing off pieces of it himself.

A slight intake of breath showed her surprise and revealed that she had, in fact, forgotten the other egg when she reached over and brushed light fingers across the bronze hide she could not see, realizing that he was already happily gorging himself on the rest of the roll.

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R'gar gives her this one!

Name:
Bonded To: Prontin
Color: Bronze
Age: Newly Hatched
Egg: Rainbow

Description: There’s a slightly odd sheen to the Rainbow flitter. His hide is a rich shade of bronze with no real variation. But in the light of sunrise and sunset, his hide shines with multiple colors. It’s an odd little mutation on the top, shiny layer of his hide but it makes him a very beautiful bronze.

Though he’s from the largest egg of his clutch, the Rainbow flitter is one of the smallest bronzes in the Weyr. He’s still bigger then any brown but his lack of size really stands out when he’s near other bronzes.

Personality: The Rainbow is a bronze. There’s no doubt about that. He’s a very proud little guy, and often believes that he’s the best around. He’s also got the Short Man’s complex so he really likes to prove just how great he is. This does make him a great flitter for delivering messages and following orders at least.

Given to her by her brother

Name:
Bonded To: Prontin
Color: Blue
Age: Newly Hatched
Egg: Ladders Egg

Description: The Ladders flitter is a lovely blue-gray color, with the upper portions of him more blue fading into a grayer shade. When he’s wet, the gray takes on an almost silver sheen, making him flash in the sunlight.

Length-wise, the fire lizard is average for a blue, though he’s a little more bulky then most blues. His larger body cuts down on some of his agility but it gives him more stamina.

Personality: The Ladders fire lizard fears nothing. While most flitters would balk at the idea of poking around near a wild feline, it seems to be one of his personal past times. The more dangerous it is, the more he wants to do. He’s not stupid though, while he likes to go after felines, he sticks to the ones that the Dragon Shield has rather then going for the truly wild ones. He does have a terrible memory though and will often repeat the same little trick all day long.

[Marnark]

R'gar watched from the doorway and smiled slightly as he watched first one, and then a second Impression. She had gone from no pets to two in no time flat. Two males, at that. Poor girl was going to be so very confused if and when either one of them took a notion to start chasing girl-flits. That ... was something he hadn't thought to consider before deciding to hand her an egg. Something he should have thought about to be sure. Poor Prontin.

Once the key moments were overwith, R'gar stepped back into the room and leaned on the table that she'd had the bowl on. he couldn't help but smile at her and her two new pets, even as Imp chirped and squeaked and hummed, wiggling all over as he was incapable of holding still for the excitement. Bumping and nuzzling the babies with his snout, the flitter guided them toward the food and made sure they didn't fall down or off any ledges.

"What you have here, are two boys. One blue, one bronze." R'gar told her. "Two very handsome lads, if I do say so. The bronze is a tad small for his color, but other than that he seems quite fine and well put together. Your Blue is somewhat blue-grey colored, sort of a silver-blue. Quite fetching, if unexpected." He supplied. "Also well built."

[Lady Smara]

“Then the smaller one is a bronze and the larger one is a blue?” She said, carefully feeling the larger flit even as footsteps entered through the doorway. Hearing the footsteps, Prontin quieted, wishing to hear who had entered. Thankfully it was Filkos’ voice that reached her.

“What the – oh shards and shells I didn’t think it would hatch that fast!” he cried out as he stepped forward and the blind harper heard her brother set another wooden object onto the table. “I’m so sorry Prontin, I meant to be here for the hatching to help you…” Pausing he eyed R’gar before looking at the two flits before his sister.

“You… umm… you got her an egg? Well thank you. At least you were here to help, Brownrider. I had left to get her meat.” He said waving a hand at the bowl before he realized the bronze was moving toward the smell of it. Picking the bowl back up, he quickly put it right in front of Prontin. “Here sister, keep feeding them till they are full. They say they won’t over eat like the dragons, so you can’t give them too much.”

[Marnark]

R'gar laughed softly. "I'm sorry, no. The bronze is the big one, but he's little for his type. The little one is blue." He corrected. Oh, how stupid could he be? Completely confuse her with what seemed like straight forward comments. He'd been talking to her long enough he ought to know better than that.

The Healer fell silent as Filkos returned, silently stepping out of the Harper's way as he went to blurting at his sister. When the fellow looked at him, he offered a smile and nod in return. "I did. I ... hadn't anticipated her ending up with two, however." R'gar answered, vaguely wondering why Filkos insisted on calling him 'brownrider' ... it sounded so impersonal and formal all at the same time. Maybe that was the point ... was he not welcome? R'gar wasn't terribly good at reading into the situation when it came to Prontin. Maybe because he was too invested. Or maybe it was just a good reason why he wasn't a mind healer.

He did note, however, that Filkos said get her meat. As if his whole charade had been just that ... a charade bent on her impressing. Which made a brow ooch its way up his forehead as Filkos turned his attention back to Prontin. R'gar held his silence as he watched the four interact, and to what Filkos said. The fellow was a Harper, he'd better know his shit. R'gar, on the other hand, only knew what he'd been taught since arriving, and what he'd experienced. It was good for Prontin to have a good adviser, instead of just R'gar's working knowledge to draw on.

But, at least now she had some little companions that would never leave her alone ... and hopefully would be more help to her than stumbling block. That blue worried him a bit ... they were known to be playful tricksters. Hopefully it wouldn't discover she was blind and then delight in tripping her.