The egg begins to rock slightly. -- Quarters

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Date Posted: 03:45:35 12/15/01 Sat
Author: Lady Gisella & Pell
Subject: The egg begins to rock slightly.
In reply to: Lady Gisella 's message, "She returns to her room, a cup of hot klah in one hand and a platter of raw meat in the other." on 21:10:25 12/13/01 Thu

Lady Gisella starts forward, then moves quickly to sit on the hearth by the egg, the platter of meat on her other side. The egg rocks more violently now, and cracks appear on its surface. The top half of the egg falls away as a tiny bronze head forces through, but the hatching firelizard finds himself unable to get any further. He squeals in panic, nearly flipping the egg as he tries to escape. The woman reaches out and picks up the egg. "Here, let me help," she croons, breaking away the shell so the little bronze can fully emerge. Squirming in her hands, the firelizard creels in hunger, and she grabs a handful of fresh meat from the platter and feeds it to him. He gobbles it down, then creels for more, and Gisella willingly obliges. She feeds the newly-hatched firelizard until it is stuffed, projecting love and reassurance towards it as she does. The little bronze falls asleep cradled in her arms. Gisella stands, smiling down at the tiny creature. "What shall we name you?" she whispers, unwilling to awaken the little lizard. A smile crosses her face as a name occurs to her. "You are Pell," she tells the little bronze. "My Pell."

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