M'kan was so ready for this! Clutching five marks in his hand, he
walked straight over to the fire lizard seller, not pausing to look at
the other stuff on sale. He was going to do it. He was going to get
a flit. A real one this time. And it was going to be the best flit
ever! He was going to train it and name it and cuddle it and love it
forever and ever and ever.
((Until it dies you mean,)) Attith snorted, ((I don't believe the
typical fire lizard lifespan is likely to surpass yours, if the trend
of smaller animals having shorter livelihoods holds. Although if you
persist in ignoring the fine points of drills...))
[[It's going to be awesome. You'll love having a fire lizard around,
I promise!]]
And M'kan had saved up all the marks himself! Kind of...okay maybe
he'd cheated just a little bit, but...his mom had offered! Offered
enough for him to get his own little bronze fire lizard.
"One bronze fire lizard egg, please," M'kan asked confidently, pushing
his marks defiantly across the table, "The best one you've got."
~~~~~
Jastin grinned broadly at the young rider’s words, and nodded
agreeably – “Right away, bluerider.” Glancing over his shoulder at his
apprentices, the journeyman gave three quick whistles – long short
short, the signal for the bronze egg pot. As they moved to retrieve
it, Jastin turned back to M’kan, picking up the marks from the table
as he shook his head and chuckled, his easy grin turned
self-deprecating. “But you’ve put me in a spot, sir – I can’t exactly
say which bronze egg’s best without insulting the other one, and since
both are from my Rija here, I’d never hear the end of it. So I’ll take
the easy way out and let you choose, if that’s alright by you.”
From the dragonhealer’s shoulder, Rija calmly examine M’kan, her
minute jeweled gaze fixed unwaveringly on the customer as she stared
at him attentively. And patiently, though. Quite patiently. Even
though he hadn’t complimented her yet. Or pet her. Or fed her. OR
offered his eternal fealty. So many options… perhaps he was
overwhelmed by the choices. Yes, that must be it. Still patient.
The two apprentices neared with the large sand-filled egg pot, and
Jastin reached under the counter for a thick pad to keep the hot stone
from damaging the wooden surface. The apprentices lay the pot atop the
pad and returned to the fire pit, pulling off the thick handling mits
at they went. Jastin’s warm brown eyes were bright with pride as he
carefully brushed away the hot sand to reveal the rounded surfaces of
two very different flit eggs. One egg was rich and intricate, its
patterning one of elegant arcs and interlocking shapes, and the dull
sheen of its shell added an undeniable richness to the warm tones
reminiscent of varnished wood, raw tin, and burnished bronze. The
other was striking and austere, gleaming brightly as if poured from
solid silver – but this silver had certainly been altered by human
hands, the reflective shell seemingly etched with a traditional
foliaceous pattern that was neither too subtle nor too extravagant.
Above the shells, Jastin grinned like a proud papa, and Rija preened
as an actual proud mama. “Take your pick.”
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