The Fourth, Fifth and Sixth -- Lair of Flames

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Date Posted: 15:23:02 03/04/03 Tue
Author: Enya, Alysia and Orrin
Subject: The Fourth, Fifth and Sixth
In reply to: Zypher 's message, "Clutch!" on 15:22:59 02/27/03 Thu

One of the smaller eggs trembled, shook, and cracked, revealing one gold-colored eye. The egg-tooth gradually widened the hole, while the anticipent, last few hopefuls watched eagarly. A green head poked out, then claws, then a wet torso complete with crumpled wings. A light green with darker markings and pastel wing-membrane, the drackling shook herself off, then looked around the Lair. She saw her mother, who was watching the bard with the same intensity and appreciation as the tall, thin man in the cornor, but the little hatchling paid no human any heed. Stubbling over to Tiercelo, she chirips into his mind Hunter, you are my Bonded, and I am your's. I am Enya.

His eyes widened, not with surprise; he knew the dragon's choice from the moment she stumbled from her prison, no, he wasn't shocked, but overjoyed.

He didn't have much to celebrate, because another egg had started wobbling, and now cracks as slowly as Enya's did. Then time, a more delicate female frees herself, shaking her feathered wings to get the moisture off, and preening nearly as soon as she escapes. The purple looks from hopeful to hopeful, her eyes finnally landing on a much unexpected candidate- Chagrin, who is writing furiously to get the hunter's Bonding down and record this far more beautiful dragon's choice. He doesn't notice she's approaching him until she's right in front of him, and then he, like all other Bondeds, is lost in her eyes. Chagrin, she says, slowly, loyally, I am Alysia, and I am your Bonded.

Another, far larger egg was moving now, one of the two biggest. This one also hatches first, as the huge drackling pushes it's way out. This one's barbed tail is out first, shooting out like an accident, and crumpling the entire back of the egg. Seeing this unexpected escape, the baby dragon climbs out, looking around. He is far bigger than any of the other hatchinglings, most by more than half, with smaller wings compared to his bulk, and a solid, deep brown pelt. He has a bit of mane covering his shoulders, and naked white horn protruding from his head. The Brown pays no heed to any one but his selected Bonded, moving with incredible speed for any his size. Marius he intones, trotting for his Bonded. I am Orrin.

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