Leif leaned back on the small wood chair, resting his hands on the
table. He frowned as he looked around the room, looking out the
window to see the village. He let out a sigh and shook his head,
the village was starting to be rebuilt after the latest attack.
They were getting more aggressive as they came. He stood up,
Whitestone immediately meeting by his side as he opened the door
and walked out to help rebuild the village.
Riptide stood up. She made her way to the hatchery, ready to begin
the day's work. She fought of nausea and nerves, trying to let
people see the fear that shone in her eyes.
Mumbling under his breath, Chrysomallys was sprawled out in the
nursery, fast asleep. Around him, young hatchlings were bunched
around his frame all snoring softly. Picturesque and serene, the
scene was perfect until a rough tongue scrapped roughly against the
human's face, Molly's partner dragon huffing in annoyance at his
partner's inability to wake up on time. The large dragon lumbered
over the the adjacent hatchery where he sat down to nose at the
eggs closest to him. Squallstorm eyed the entrance of the hatchery
with trepidation, expecting a now familiar head of orange hair to
pop in anytime.
Kreet was, of course, fishing. His hands were shaky as he pulled in
his net, looking at Tylke every few seconds. Finishing pulling up a
net, he started pulling it to the stern of the boat, emptying it of
fish and anything else. Once done, he started toward the opposite
side of the boat, waving his arms to scare off a few lone Terrible
Terrors, and started pushing the net over the side of the boat.
Looking at Tylke, he smiled, saying, "So far so good, eh Tylke?"
Leif made his way through the village, Whitestone staying in the
front. The dragon occasionally strayed to check up on any dragons,
letting out a cheerful warble before continuing. Leif stopped by
the nursery, Whitestone almost playfully pushing him aside so he
could fit in. "How are things in here?" Leif asked, not seeing
anyone yet but he figured they were in here.
Swuallstorm huffed at the noise outside, poking his head out to
see. Seeing Whitestone bounding about, the large dragon bowed his
head. The nursery caretakers wee lucky that their facilities
weren't that affected by the previous attack and even if they had
been, their buildings would be one of the first to be repaired.
In the nursery, Chrysomallys jolted up awake, hair a sopping mess
from multiple licks from baby dragons. "What time is it?" He
blurted out, eyes hazy with sleep. No one was around to tell him
but the chirping of the hatchlings told.him that it was time to get
to work. First things first, feeding the kids! He knew that
Swuallstorm was always at the hatchery anyways looking after the
eggs and the true keeper of the young ones would probably also be
up and doing her duties.
Riptide comes across an egg. "Molly?" she calls out. The egg looked
like it was ready to hatch. There was a small crack on the side.
She waited for her mentor to come.
"just a moment!" The pastel haired boy yelled, before coming out
hefting three baby dragons all clamouring for the feeding bottle.
"Hey play nice!" He scolded lightly nudging apart a growing fight
between two of the hatchlings. Once he had wrangled the babies into
a placated agreement, each one feed in turns, Chrysomallys beamed
at Riptide. "Ooh! It's hatching! Oh that's so exciting okay okay,
where's that silly brute when you need him? Oh! I should be
teaching you right?" He suddenly jumped from his frenzied searching
to turn to his apprentice. "Okay! This is a learning experience!
First things first! Keep the egg warm. Body heat is the best so
usually Swuallstorm will keep the egg warm as it hatches but he's
not here so we'll make do. Blankets should also be nearby and a
water basin too. Here, you go get those and I'll keep the egg
warm." The whirlwind of energy exuding from his small frame was
enough to make anyone's head spin, but Molly simply grinned
brightly and held out his hands, tiny dragons taking this chance to
scamper on the outstretched limbs to play on.
Leif watched closely, though made sure to keep his distance. He
didn't want to get in the way, but it was always exciting to watch.
Whitestone also kept his distance, though he was a fair distance
closer than Leif.
"Close." Molly laughed, picking up the egg instead. "Remember what
I said? Body heat is the best way to speed up the hatching
process." As if to demonstrate, he cradled the egg close to his
chest smiling at the cracks that spread over the shell. "When the
dragon hatches, the first thing to do is wash it down. Again,
Squallstorm usually does this, but this time you'll be doing it
yourself." Sitting down for easier comfort, he gestured for Riptide
to sit down as well.
As the egg cracked, shaking violently in the process, Molly braced
himself before shards of she'll went flying. A tiny arm had pushed
it's way out and soon the wails of a newly born dragon could be
heard as a small pale dragon sat ih the remains of it's shell.
"Alright! Now use one of the blankets to wash the slick off them
and use the other to dry them off." Molly instructed, covered in
eggshell fragments and slick.
Sticking out his tongue at the mess on his person, Molly took a
towel to clean off his face. "I'm going to go get some formula and
a change of clothes." He called, walking to his own little hovel he
called home. On the way, small rocks were thrown at him, a few
nasty words here and there but Molly kept up a bright energy, even
as insults were hurled his way. It wasn't unusual, with the rising
tensions people wanted someone to blame, and seeing as Chrysomallys
was an outsider tasked with an important role, many turned on him
citing him as a turncoat. He didn't mind. Ducking back into the
nursery, he smiled as he watched Riptide go about washing the baby
dragon.