Logs:The first 48
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| RL Date: 1 July, 2015 |
| Who: Isabeau, Banth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: The first forty-eight hours after a hatching are always the hardest. At least Isabeau seems to think so. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr |
| When: The first 48 hours after the hatching: |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
| Strange vapors curled and danced about her brain, a ticklish giddy sensation. Midnight paws poked again at her face, and Isabeau tried very hard not to think about what those paws might have stepped in before waking her. The gnawing sensation in her gut was distracting, but not quite as distracting as the tiny green which seemed to move from one spot to the next while skipping all the boring in-between parts. Isa chalked it up to her sleep deprived brain not processing correctly this early in the day but no sooner had feeding been completed when: « itcccccch » Isa felt every drawn out letter crawling over and under her skin which was strange because never before had she thought of sound as a tactile sensation. She coated Banth and herself in far more oil than necessary hoping it might save herself some more effort in a few hours. It did not. They stuck. To everything. « Cleeeeeean. » Came the elated chirp after the bath, followed immediately by another « itcccccch » only to end in more painful rumbling hunger pains once that need had been tended to. « Fooooooooood » Isabeau didn't know when she'd fallen asleep, but the sinister hiss of the newest word plagued her. Sticky and uncomfortable the sensation irritated her skin. Almost as much as the tiny claws kneading her chest somewhat painfully. «Messsssssss » She didn't want to open her eyes. Maybe if she played dead the beast would go away and torment some other poor soul. Four baths... not one, not two, not three but four! The hissing crackling static pop that accompanied the inexplicable draw of exaggerated vowels and consonants in simple words as the green stretched them like some evil incantation. Repeating them in evil rhythm. « Foooood » « itcccccch » « Messsssss » « Cleeeean. » Repeat. This was why she was so adorable, Isabeau realized after about the fifth repeat of the cycle. Because otherwise riders would secretly murder their charges. It was this particularly murderous thought that earned a tiny churrip from the couch space, the sound of four tiny paws pat, pat patting against the stone. That familiar musky dragon smell and the shift in weight on the cot. "What new evil have you concocted beast." Isa muttered out loud, hoping that if she kept her eyes shut Banth would just go away. What she didn't expect was the rumbling vibration as the green coiled up in whatever space was free under her arm. Her head was resting against the girl's chest. « Love. » Blue and green vapors buzzed content, before popping out completely. Ok so maybe evil was an exaggeration, Isa thought stroking the small monster's neck with a crooked smile. |
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Faryn (01:44, 1 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
Cuuuuuuute. *u*
Alida (02:36, 1 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
D'aaaawwww! *cute face* :D
Eadgyd (03:52, 1 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
WHY IS THIS SO CUTE??
Aleudre (21:07, 1 July 2015 (MDT)) said...
Iiiiiitttch. Love it!
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