Forgiveness -- Teyjatt Weyr: Dinining Hall and Kitchens

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Date Posted: 07:27:59 02/15/03 Sat
Author: Baran, Yuri and Fram
Subject: Forgiveness

-Trillip?-

Yuri cautiously peeked around as his human master finished up with the bread he was making and slid the loaves into the hot oven.
-Trillip?-

Baran had tried to ignore the flit and keep a straight face but found a slow smile creeping up to his mouth. Both of his flits were trying to see if he would allow them back in to the kitchen.
Finally, he had to chuckle and looked over to the two sets of faceted eyes peeking around the corner. The vision of the trembling, frightened flits with wings glued to their sides had been pitiful but so had been his anger with them.

Still, there were now three flit eggs that might hatch rather soon and they would inadvertantly Impress on whomever was closest to them and fed them.
Baran's eyes scanned the still surface of the Hatching Pot.
He had thought that once D'marn and the Weyrwoman had brought back flit eggs a Turn ago. All seemed well but finally Baran had to throw them out when they were inadvertantly cracked. The flits had been stillborn but they had putrified to a point where Baran spent days trying to clear the stink from the Dining Hall. Had to explain it off as rancid meat.

Baran shook his head and smiled gently at his two companions.
"Come here, you two."

Yuri and Fram eagerly flew to his shoulder and arm. Nuzzling and trilling softly at being accepted back again. Eyes closed and happy.

"You two MUST learn to not bring flit eggs back from now on? OK? We'll have to see who will take them and care for them here at the Weyr. Since you both want playmates it seems."
Perhaps it would keep them from getting too out-of-control in the future...
He didn't want a repeat of that incident.

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