(09.02.2761) The Gift That Keeps On Giving (Attn: Ozmyr, Brett)

[Kil]

Brett walked into the Candidate Barracks and began to navigate its halls without batting an eye. If old X'lan wanted to complain, he was welcome to come hunt her down and try to haul her out himself, but otherwise she didn't want him or any of his cronies interfering. She was *Brett* and she went where she pleased. Plus, she was *helping.* So there. 

Spotting her target, she marched into the Common Room and thunked an earthen pot down before a certain brawny Candidate. "It's your lucky day, Ozmyr!"

Kil

[mike hornsby]

 On the surface it appeared that Ozmyr was studying. What he was really doing was sneaking a quick glance and admiring a rather attractive candidate of the female persuasion. As such he was caught a bit unawares by Brett's arrival and startled a bit at her words. Standing then, because it was only polite, he tried to hide his embarrassment and surprise. Glancing quickly at Brett, to the pot and back to her he gave a polite little half bow and replied.

"My lucky day? I don't understand."

One of these days he would remember if he was supposed to salute or how in the world a candidate was supposed to greet a senior rider. At the moment though, caught by surprise, he was a bit flustered and unsure of himself.

[Kil]

 On the surface it appeared that Ozmyr was studying. What he was really doing was sneaking a quick glance and admiring a rather attractive candidate of the female persuasion. As such he was caught a bit unawares by Brett's arrival and startled a bit at her words. Standing then, because it was only polite, he tried to hide his embarrassment and surprise. Glancing quickly at Brett, to the pot and back to her he gave a polite little half bow and replied.

"My lucky day? I don't understand."

"It's a gift, Ozmyr," Brett said with a smile. "I believe the words you're searching for are: why thank you, Wingthird Brett, you truly shouldn't have," she sat down across from him and flapped a hand at the pot. "Open it up and take a gander. I won't even think it rude if you gape for a moment."

Kil

w/ Brett

[mike hornsby]

 "Thank you Wingthird Brett," he said, with a somewhat embarrassed smile. The last thing he had been expecting was a gift, and certainly not from one of the riders....unless maybe it was K'nek perhaps. Back at home in the crafts gifts were rare and wondrous things so he was a bit surprised...and more than a bit curious now. He opened the pot slowly and looked at the egg for a moment, not quite understanding what he was seeing. Then realization slowly dawned on him.

"Is....is that a flit egg?" he asked, scarcely daring to hope it was. He had discussed the flits with Brett before and she had suggested he get one. That she might have gone and found one for him herself was a very special surprise to the young smith.

[Kil]

 "Thank you Wingthird Brett," he said, with a somewhat embarrassed smile. The last thing he had been expecting was a gift, and certainly not from one of the riders....unless maybe it was K'nek perhaps. Back at home in the crafts gifts were rare and wondrous things so he was a bit surprised...and more than a bit curious now. He opened the pot slowly and looked at the egg for a moment, not quite understanding what he was seeing. Then realization slowly dawned on him.

"There you go, wasn't so hard now was it?" She said amiably, happy with his reaction. She could tell the kid was grateful, and Brett appreciated it. Ozmyr was a notch above the gaggle of entitled brats Eastern seemed intent on filling it's Barracks with.  

"Is....is that a flit egg?" he asked, scarcely daring to hope it was. He had discussed the flits with Brett before and she had suggested he get one. That she might have gone and found one for him herself was a very special surprise to the young smith.

"Well," she said reasonably, "it either *is* and you'd better pay close attention lest you miss it's hatching, or it *isn't* and I'm playing some cruel prank on you. Which is more likely?" Poor kid was all a-fluster. "I've got to warn you, I haven't a clue what color is in there so I hope you're not holding your breath for a certain one."

Kil

[mike hornsby]

 "You wouldn't play a prank that mean," he said with quite a bit of conviction in his tone. "Unless I did something really awful to deserve it."

 

Ozmyr continued to stare, openly amazed, at the egg in the pot before him.

 

"This is very kind of you. Thank you very, very much. Do you know when it will hatch? I guess I better find out a bit more about the flits now while I still have the time...."