Tanvil & Pailtor "I'm serious, Tanvil, you're going to disrupt that queen firelizard," Pailtor said to his friend as he crept towards the small circular mound in the sand.  His voice was rather low-pitched for a boy of only thirteen Turns, and he prefered to stay away from the firelizards. "Honestly, Pailtor, where's your sense of adventure?" Tanvil joked, trying to keep his voice low in tone.  "The queen firelizard shouldn't be too much trouble, she's only going to loose four eggs, and she'll still have atleast fifteen or more left."  He blew a strand of dark brown hair out of his face, and pivited on the spot to faced Pailtor. "You're Impressing four?" Pailtor asked; he'd always heard complaints from his older siblings, and was now convinced that one would be enough. "No, stupid, you're going to get two, too, whether you like it or not," Tanvil replied, inching closer to the nest.  With a startled squawk, the golden firelizard dove, and Talivn dropped flat on the ground.  The firelizard, not being able to change direction in midair, had to finish off her dive before targeting the boy again. However, by that time Tanvil had darted foreward and scooped some eggs up in a bag.  Bolting back to Pailtor, he pushed the younger boy towards the path, both of them running as the golden firelizard followed them.  However, Tanvil quickly lowered his arms from his head, laughing as the gold began to "throw" sand with her wings back over the eggs.  "She's not going to miss them, Pailtor," He reassured his friend, sighing deeply. "Yeah, whatever," Pailtor replied, scratching his head, and trying to push his brown hair back out of his eyes.  "You didn't get four, like you said that you were going to; you got five.  And they're all really small." "You want the fifth one?"  Tanvil smiled at the five eggs that lay nestled in the bag.  "Nevermind, we need to get these back to the Weyr and get them in some sand.  The rest of the Weyr might want to know where the rest of the eggs are." ######################################################################## "Well, Tanvil, are you proud of yourself?" Pailtor asked his friend, smiling at the five eggs that were nestled in sand, sitting on the hearth.  "They're at hatching hardness.  The two on the left are mine, right?" He asked again, eyes fixed on the pot at the far end. "Yup."  Tanvil shifted his posistion on the floor slightly, watching as suddenly a blue firelizard blinked between to the room, followed by several others in the Weyr.  "This is it," He whispered, grabbing up a large piece of wherry as the first of his eggs split open, revealing a glistening green dragonet.  He hurridly scooped up the blue, watching as Pailtor's fist egg split to reveal a green hide, as well. Trying to feed the dragonet, not get his fingers torn off, and still watch the two eggs on the hearth that still belonged to him was a huge problem for Tanvil.  After a few seconds, though, the green started eating less, and he could feed the second firelizard, a blue.  Pailtor had finally gotten his green to sleep, and now it lay nestled in the crook of his arm.  "They're amazing, aren't they?" He asked, staring at the green. "Forget that, Pailtor!" Tanvil shouted, feeding his third dragonet, which also happened to be a green.  "Your second egg is about to hatch!" As if he'd just noticed that, Pailtor gently laid the green down in his lap, and lifted up the second egg, watching as a hairline crack appeared in the side.  With a push, the dragonet broke out of the egg, to reveal a snow-white firelizard.  "Tanvil!  What do I do?  It's not the right color!" "Feed it," Tanvil replied in sort of a half-dream, smiling at his three dragonets that lay curled up on his lap.  "Two greens and a blue, Pailtor!  Two greens and a blue!" Trying not to let his amazement over-ride his knowledge that the white firelizard had to be fed, Pailtor scooped it up into his lap and began to feed the white as quickly as it could eat.  At last the five dragonets lay, curled up, in their Impressor's laps.  Tanvil was amazed with his blue and greens, until he noticed Pailtor's green and white.  "I've never seen a white dragonet before," Tanvil said, amazed. "Neither have I," Pailtor replied, stroking the dragonet's belly softly.  "At least, up until now." Back to Pailtor's Weyr Back to Tanvil's Weyr