Logs:Not Quite Yet
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| RL Date: 4 September, 2015 |
| Who: Pyrite, Mime |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The burden is heavy, and Pyrite wants her eggs OUT, already. |
| Where: HRW: Hatching sands |
| When: Day 22, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Heavy, driving rain...Humid and muddy. |
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| She's not just pudgy, anymore. By now, Pyrite's nearly incapable of flight with the load of eggs in her belly, the gold less sweet, somewhat irascible really, as her free-flying time has been severely cut into. It's with a sudden, almost imperious chirp that she demands Mime's presence...and where he'll find her (dare he disobey?) is nosing through the hot sands of the Hatching ground. Mime appears with little fanfare, lazily winging in for a landing by Pyrite. He gives the little queen a chirp in greeting, and is probably eyeing that belly. And he's looking for dragons. He's always looking for any dragons lurking nearby. Still, where Pyrite noses, which seems like a good idea to Mime, he hops over and starts to nose around too. Very good. Now that proud pappa is here, he can help Pyrite nose around - well out of the way of any possible dragons, at least for the moment - for potential sites where she can deposit her precious (and irritatingly heavy) burdens. The sniffing, nosing, plowing with muzzle, and judgements come and go - one after the other - the little gold apparently not pleased with something in each location she inspects. Are any of Mime's forays better? No... and no...No. On it goes, for over an hour, during which the queen's eyes slowly speed in their whirl, and shift from mostly-blue to mixed blue with red flecks nestled within purple. Grrrr. Mime's just doing his part. He hops about over sands not disturbed by Pyrite already, his wings held at the ready in case something comes in and chases them away. One must always be ready for such things. He's learned that from Tacuseth. He keeps close to his queen, though, seeming to note those red flecks in those eyes and sends a low croon her way. We'll find a place! He doesn't seem to be worried on his end, even though the heat irritates his little feet. If his feet are irritated, hers are starting to actually hurt to some degree, but Pyrite doesn't stop her ceaseless examination and judgement of the sands..and her plowing and sniffing finds itself in the company of not only Mime's croons, but her own whistles and clicks of dissatisfaction. Every-so-often, the egg-heavy female meets up with her mate, and leans heavily on him, as if for strength and comfort. Give them another half-hour...and Pyrite finally...winds up curling up on the Sands beneath the railing of the Galleries that arch over 10 feet above the itty-bitties. Her tail lashes back and forth with metronome -like regularity, the queen's eyes now the orange of full irritation...and yet another half-hour passes without any hint of labor nor even one egg. Mime is willing to give comfort when needed, his wing (or even under his wing) a resting place when Pyrite comes near to lean. His croons continue through her whistles and clicks, and when the queen is curling herself up, he is settling above her to peer down and watch her. He continues to watch her and the sands, his wings aloft should anything happen. He's ready. And there she lays, curled up as tight as her pregnant belly will allow, the orange in Pyrite's eyes mellowing to purple, then back to blue...until she finds herself able to sleep. It must be close to 'the time,' given her sticking to this area, but...not quite yet. Hopefully Mime will be kind enough to keep watch while his mate nabs a longer 'cat-nap.' |
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Squishy (21:46, 4 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
SO CUTE!
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