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Date Posted: 11:52:09 04/10/05 Sun
Author: Davan
Subject: ^Never^Here^Never^More
In reply to: Tully 's message, "Eggs!" on 10:13:50 04/01/05 Fri

Davan was sitting not far from were the green fire lizard hid her clutch. His hands were busy skinning a plump wherry, but this task was so familiar that his mind wandered.
He'd never had a pet before- his father had expressly forbidden it.
Daan, you are my son. We of the Bitran blood cannot Impress. Anything.
Davan hated his father. Hated him with a passion. So what if he was a Lord Holder, the Lord of the largest Hold that looked to Bended? It didn't save him from the assassins who had taken his life three Turns ago, leaving Davan was the obvious Lord Holder.
But Davan hadn't wanted to be Lord Holder. As soon as he had been confirmed, he selected his closet cousin, Hilde, and presented her to the Conclave. Thus appointed, Davan abdicated.
And just in time, too. The disease had ravaged Bitra, as part of the continent-wide thing going on.
Davan tore his thought away from that. He was here now, and that was all that mattered.
He sawed at a last link, and the skin was seperated from the meat. Davan rolled the raw skin up, and sharpened his knife. The blade was getting thin and dull from use.
His father's blade would never have gotten dull, he thought bitterly. His father never used his knife for anything but eating, and when the blade got dull, he merely ordered a new one. The spoilt wherry.

Davan sawed a leg off the wherry, and looked up. The green was gone. He looked at the spot, seeing several soft curves pushing through the sand. He abandons the wherry momentarily, standing up.
He was free of his father. He could Impress. He could have a flit.
The eighteen Turn-old adolescent knelt in the soft sands, fingering the soft shells. Two small eggs, two medium, and one large egg. All still slightly damp. He picked up two eggs, the large and the smaller of the two small. He looked around. Davan didn't have a large enough belt pouch for the larger egg, and all his other belt pouches had holes.He held both leathery eggs in his hands, and sat down again by his wherry. Using quick slashed of his knife, he cut out a rectangle of winge hide, still covered with the fine, hair-like feathers wherry wings were covered in. He heaped sand onto the hide, and hid both eggs. He gathered the corners up, and tied a bit of leather thong around them.
Davan returned to cutting up the carcass for easier carrying.

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I love eggs, from mah head down to mah legs -- Ina, 21:44:35 04/13/05 Wed

Coming indeed. -- Jari, 21:55:25 04/13/05 Wed

Haaatchiiiing -- Ina & flit, 00:10:07 04/14/05 Thu
- Yay flitters! -- Jari and flitter, 01:23:12 04/14/05 Thu
  - Did you hear something? -- Ina & Az, 02:51:02 04/14/05 Thu
    - I think I did... -- Jari, 01:23:04 04/16/05 Sat