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Tavarez, still gasping and laughing by turns, turned away from the door and back down the walk. It had been delightfully frightening to be leapt at from the bushes by an anthropomorphic gryphon painted black. It had been even more fun to then be chased around the yard for a few minutes before he made it to the door and the so-called vampire inside, who had shooed the growling gryphon away and beamed-- frizzy hair, pasted on fangs, and all-- at her newest trick-or-treater. Tavarez was enchanted by the "candy" she offered, and promised not to eat his. And, as he walked away, he smiled to himself, fingering not one egg, given to him by the lovely little "vampire", sitting snugly in his pocket, but a whole handful. It was times like this that he mentally thanked one of his shadier acquaintances years ago for teaching him slight of hand and pick-pocketing. Tavarez was not greedy-- not for eggs, anyway-- but it was one of his greatest joys to pair up pets with new owners, second only to the vast collection of his hidden treasure troves of largely useless items, and pairing those new owners up with newly hatched dragons. If there was anything better than passing out pets to deserving younglings or not-so-younglings, it was seeing a perfect match between dragon and bond. For now, though, he would be quite content passing out these eggs. He just had to decide who to bestow them upon.... Hmmm, who, indeed?
Ramana Jariane - Corara Jariane - Brianwen Lykshain
After passing around all three of the eggs he'd "stolen", Tavarez found himself with one egg left, the one Samber had given to him originally, and the hatching date was swiftly approaching. He found himself rather at a loss, in fact, as to who to give it to. He had plenty of options, of course, but none of those options seemed right. There was always a rightness, when he left an egg or a youngling with someone, either a strange sort of intuition on his part, an empathic sense of what the unhatched wished, or some mix of both. He favored the latter thought, liking the idea that the hatchling had some say in where it was to be placed, but well aware that he had uncanny intuition when it came to making pairs. This time, however, no one he had visited, seen, or even thought of had that certain rightness. He didn't know what to do. This had never happened before. He sat in one of his many cache-places-- this one being a cave on Mythicalae stuffed with random items, some of which might be worth his weight in gold while others should rightly be tossed as junk-- in comfortable privacy-- the cave's entrance was so small that only his fully animal form would fit through-- and contemplated the round, orange shell sitting in the palm of his hand. Freed from the ensorcelled wrappings that both protected it with soft impenetrability and nurtured it with magical heat, the egg was warm and hard, ready to break open soon to reveal whatever creature might be within. "What should I do with you, hmm?" he asked the dull, expressionless shell and the unknown child inside. The egg, unsurprisingly, made no response. "I can't simply abandon you,," he continued, mostly speaking to himself, to organize his own thoughts. When he was alone, it was easy to fall into the habit of speaking one's thoughts aloud. "That would be both unfair and cruel. Nor can I return you; I doubt the lovely vampire-woman would really want you back." The egg, unsurprisingly, still made no response. "But you haven't expressed any desire to be given to anyone, either. So what shall I do with you?" The egg, surprisingly, did make a response. It twitched. It was hatching, and Tavarez didn't have anyone near to hand it off to. Apparently, the hatchling had made it's choice.
Halloween Flitter Eggs are from Samber's Halloween Trick-or-Treat
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