Post by Caderell on Apr 10, 2008 20:03:40 GMT -5
A low rumble curled out of the cave, full of motherly love. But it was also a warning; it meant, "Stay out." Only two were allowed to enter the weyr cave when that rumble was being eminated, that sound that was similar to a snore in that it was loud, low and occured even while she slept, but different in that in no way did it signify safety. Those two were the great king Eoleth and the mother's own Rider, I'den. And little Chittle, of course.
The Emerald's enormous ebony head lifted, as it often did when she had a Clutch in the Sandpit, and she examined those beautiful eggs she was curled around. There were six in total; she'd laid just before a blizzard and the wind had gotten in. But she wasn't worried. It was a good time to hatch; spring was in full swing, so her babies would have easy hunting. Her weyr was doing well, and I'den was happy to spend her time trapped in the cavern with her so Sodrajth could protect the pale woman from her black king.
The Emerald sighed contentedly, laying her head back down beside I'den who was tracing designs in the sand. Is mine happy?
"I am," the woman nodded, smiling faintly up at her. "Is Sodra happy?" Chittle, lounged languidely on I'den's knees, lifted her head to trill sleepily before letting it drop back down.
Sodra is very happy because I'denmine is happy. Little ones hatch soon, they are very healthy. Will be good Clutch, though small. Eoleth is a good father; eggs from Eoleth are large and very strong, she said with a mother's pride. When she praised Eoleth it was obvious to I'den she was really praising herself and the eggs; to her, the king was nothing but a sire for her young and an important dragon whom she cared for. Nothing else, no true affection for her mate, only care. But for their eggs? They were the world to her. The babies themselves? Not so much, but the eggs... ! They were everything!
I'den nodded agreeably. "Yes. They are good eggs. It was stupid of the weather to challenge them." Sodrajth preened proudly and resettled the two special eggs under her wing, nosing them into a new position and making sure the sand around them was still hot. They actually didn't look much different than the others, particularly in the dull lighting; they all just looked dark and somewhat sandy with a metallic sheen to them. A bit of blue here, some copper-brown there.