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Post by [-Kay-] on Feb 26, 2011 17:15:54 GMT -5
The chestnut and copper locks of the elf woman flowed around her as she walked into the building. She hadn't been to Ilirea since she was a child, studying under the Riders. Her strange grey eyes surveyed the room that she was about to enter. Many eggs were here, in every shade of every color under the sun. Pausing, she stopped, not entering yet. She had gained clearance to be here, but she was nervous. After all, should one of these eggs hatch for her, she would have to leave Ellesmera.......leave her garden and the quiet solitude she had enjoyed since...since her parents had passed on...
She steeled herself, forcing herself into the room. Her pale green dress hung about her, making nary a noise as her leather clad feet moved softly across the tiles. She allowed herself to stop in front of a red egg, the color of fall leaves, gently lifting it. Her fingers ran over the smooth, cool surface, her grey eyes scanning the marbled pattern it had. She gently rested it back into it's nest, moving on to another. The color of spring grass. This one was a bit larger than the red, heavier too. She rested it back into it's nest as well, moving on. She held them all, taking a few hours to move through.
She even went by the section where all the older eggs had been. All the ones that had been moved towards the 'back' of the pile. She ran her palm over a egg a rich shade of violet, almost black it was so deep a color. She raised it, amused by the bright lines of lilac that crossed through it. It made her smile, quite frankly. Such little things amused her now, like a butterfly that had managed to reach this room, landing on an egg that she hadn't yet touched. She rested the violet egg back in it's nest, moving on to the other. She raised the egg, her eyes looking it over softly, a curious expression in her eyes.
A violent and sharp pain cracked through her skull as soon as the egg reached its nest again. She dropped to the ground, blackness engulfing her soon afterwards. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious when she finally awakened again. All she seen at first was the bright and colorful wings of the butterfly. While she had been under the veil of sleep it had landed on her nose. A giggle almost burst through her, until a sharp pain in her skull stopped her. It fanned its wings once or twice more before a dart of color came out of nowhere and the butterfly disappeared. Her grey eyes went wide as she craned her neck forward, a pair of brilliant eyes like gemstones meeting hers. 'I....' Her mind was going blank as the creature on her chest stared at her in amusement. About time you woke up!' The thoughts that weren't hers invaded her mind, a perverse sense of having no privacy made her a bit uneasy. Her hand reached out tenativly, stretching to touch the young dragon on her chest. As soon as her fingertips reached the shimmering scales she cried out in pain, the noise in her head deafening her as a shock of pain jolted down her arm, throughout every nerve in her body, and caused her to go unconscious.
As she came to, her eyes tried to refocus, the pain that racked her body as she moved causing a tiny gasp to escape her lips. Why in God's name was she hurting so much....and where was that thrumming noise coming from? She fidgeted, the sound in her head reveberating as she thought. 'What happened...?' There was a sarcastic, but overly gleeful and bubbly voice in her mind. 'What do you think happened?! Obviously, you got me. Jeez, you WERE touching all the eggs.' Talyth turned her head, the humming and vibrating noise that she had heard earlier materializing into something she could actually see. A dragon hatchling, with iridescent eyes and metallic scales that shimmered even as it moved with each breath in the little patch of sunlight that shone in through the high window. It had neat, leathery little wings that were folded against it's sides. Some dragons she seen had tails with tips like arrow-heads. This one had a tail like a lizard's. Long and slim, but muscular even now as a hatchling. There were spikes sticking up from it's back along the boney ridge of it's spine. A yawn came from the young thing, displaying pearly white ivory fangs that looked like tiny daggers. The young dragon stretched, much like a cat would, spreading out it's wings to the full three foot wingspan that it had before folding them back up against it's body. "Shouldn't we let someone know I exist?" It thought, padding over to her, the sharp little claws on it's feet clicking against the marble flooring. The young dragon turned it's head and looked at the shell fragments on the ground. "How I ever fit into that tiny little shell I'll never know...." It thought, the content humming emanating from it's chest never stopping as it clambered onto her and curled up again. "Much warmer here, you understand. I'm not just using you as a bed because your a squishy little fleshy."
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