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(part one; benden weyr page 4)

He arrived on the sands completely out of breath, and wheezing, he managed to carefully dump the eggpot onto the sandy ground. Sand, eggshells, and a very angry blue flit tumbled out.

The little blue fellow latched onto Kya's hand and would not let go. Bellowing, Kya shook his hand, but it only made the flit grip harder, and catch hold of his victim with little needle claws. Kya got up and hurried toward a table with a bowl of nicely chopped meat, and wincing with the pain of this abuse, took a small chunk and held it next to the tiny blue's nose.

It still didn't let go.

Finally Kya grabbed the little fellow behind the jaw and pulled carefully. The pain of the flit's bite increased tenfold, but the steady pressure caused it to relax its hold briefly... and that was all Kya needed. He pulled the flit's head completely away from his mangled hand, the put both of his hands--flit still attached--into the bowl of meat, reattaching the flit's head to a small chunk of chopped herdbeast.

Ah ha! Food it could handle! Still clinging to K'makin's hand with its hind claws, and wrapping its tail around his wrist, the blue used its forelegs to help handle the food it had discovered.

Whimpering, Kya tried to keep its tiny mouth as stuffed as possible without letting it choke. The blue had probably eaten as much of his own blood as it had meat from the bowl.

Finally, long after the point when K'makin thought the little fellow would have exploded, the blue belched, and still not letting go of his hand, fell asleep face first into the remaining meat.

Cautiously, Kya extracted the flit's claws from his hand, and even more carefully, picked it up and carried it over to a nearby bench.

"Damn little bloodsucker," Kya said irritably to the blissfully asleep flit. "I hope this isn't the start of a trend."

((please get me numbweed! I'm needing numbweed!!))

Looking at the little menace, sleeping so peacefully, Kya is startled to realize that most of his headache is gone. Instead, his nose is throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and his hand feels like someone had been hitting it with a hammer. He feels somewhat light headed... but he thinks the hangover is gone entirely. Of course the overall level of pain has stayed fairly constant...

He looks around, wondering where Ray has gone. She had been there when he showed up, hadn't she?

Isskio was there though, that little (bleep). He made a mental note to find some way of causing the annoying flit some discomfort.

(( stare ))




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(( mrgreen ))

Kya glanced up as Ray headed in.

"Need some Numbweed?" she asked.

K'makin opened his mouth, mumbling "yes" just as she rubbed the goopy stuff in his injured face. He winced as it stung briefly on the small burns from Threadfall the other day.

A glob of it hit his lip, and he could feel it go numb... great, now he'd be drooling until it wore off! Way to look good for the ladies!

Shifting the flit, Kya dipped his uninjured hand into the pot of numbweed and dabbed at the bites, scratches, and lacerations that the little flit had inflicted upon his other hand.

((playing healer, is that something like playing doctor????))

Kya makes a face, and is relieved when it doesn't hurt.

"I'm feeling somewhat better now, but now the girls won't be chasing me everywhere I go." He tried to sound mournful.

"And I haven't decided on a name for him yet. I keep expecting him to name himself. But they don't do that, right?"

He tosses around some names. Bitey? Sucker? The names he likes aren't really the sort he'd like to be shouting in polite company...

How about Nimakio? It sounds like my name, your name, and Isskio, his mother's name.

I didn't know you were awake, K'makin replies, startled.

Like anyone could sleep through the racket you made?

I like that name though. I think I'll go with it. Kya turned back to Rayi. "Nimakio."

"Thanks. Nakoreth came up with it."


((have to go now, goodnight Ray ray))

Apparantly, Ray was right. In what seemed like no time, she noticed that the pots seemed to be twitching just slightly. At that moment the queen appeared, humming.

Quickly catching on, Feather raced over to a table for a couple bowls of meat. With a bowl in each hand, she hurried back to Boryanor and passed him one of the bowls, grinning in reassurance, before darting back to where her eggs were. Grabbing the first pot, she removed the lid and carefully tilted it, watching the sand pour through her fingers as she held her hand under it to catch the egg. Watching it wobble as she placed it before her, she did the same with the second one.

A loud commotion almost made her look away, but she didn't dare. Moments later, she was very glad she hadn't looked around. As she watched, one of the eggs fractured into five solid pieces, which fell around a gorgeous chocolate-brown fire lizard. She gasped as he staggered in surprise at being free, and automatically reached a hand into her bowl. Offering the new brown a morsel, she watched as he gained his balance by flapping his still damp wings and snatched the meat from her hands in the same instant.

As she fed him another bite, the other egg began to crack. Picking up the brown, she placed him on her arm, then grabbed another handful form the bowl... just in time. As she began to extend the meat scraps toward the egg, it split open and an absolutely amazing bronze was laying there on his back, looking at her. As he righted himself, she gave him a bite of meat, then gave another one to the brown.

When the pair of them had devoured every last morsel, she was reduced to gazing at them in awe. As they curled up for a nap, she whispered their names softly. "Scout", she said, looking at the brown. Looking over at the bronze, she whispered, "Ace"...