Who

Nox

What

Nox finds another pillow thief mouth to feed.

Inspired by a FL from Rhu :)

When

It is nearly noon of the fifth day of the eleventh month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Beach, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 02 Sep 2017 04:00

 

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Nox walks, dragging his feet a bit, along Southern's white sandy beach - not black like Ista but that's ok - still sweaty from PT. He peels off his tank and kicks off his shoes, not paying much attention where they land. One flies into a tall patch of seagrass. He wades into the water, the tide swirling about his ankles. The water is cool and refreshing and he welcomes each wave that hits, higher and higher, wading deeper and deeper, until he dives into the next crest, PT shorts and all. He floats, rocking with the motion of the ocean, not minding the salt water that stings his cuts and bruises. It's good for them.

Rukbat's light is bright, and he closes his eyes. It is a relaxing moment, and he lets his mind go blank. There's no one calling for him to do another chore. No firelizards. No eggs trying to scramble his brains with thoughts of brothers and hookers and fire. He kind of wishes a dolphin would appear. Alas. He's alone.

He feels the rumble in his belly. The chore rotation has him cleaning up after lunch today, and he's starving. He forces himself to wade back in, shaking out his wet curls. He finds one shoe, but the one in the grass is elusive.

That's when he hears it. The tap-tap-taping and the small sound of a creature in distress. Nox follows the sound to the patch of grass, and finds his shoe! And… a firelizard egg, rocking about!

Nox crouches down, parting and peeking through the tall grass for any other small lizards - the queen that laid it, perhaps more eggs… but this little guy is all alone. A talon breaks though, quickly followed by a nose, and then, suddenly, a fat baby brown spills out into the sand, creeling hungrily and crawling onto his shoe, gnawing on one of the laces.

He pats his pockets. But he has no food! He remembers a small tide pool nearby where he saw tiny silver fish swimming around. He scoops up his shoes, one still draped by the baby brown, struggling to hold on with its baby talons, and heads over that way. It takes a while, and some comedic tries, but Nox manages to catch a few of the slippery fish in his shoe. He feeds them one at a time to the baby brown, who swallows them whole. Down the gullet! The little guy is reluctant at first to leave the safety of shoelaces, but visibly relaxes and croons contently up at Nox as impression is made.

He eases his new little friend into his hand, trying to gently flick some of the sand off of his belly. The two will head back to the Weyr, Nox being extra careful with his footsteps, and the little brown curled up trustingly in his palm, pressed against his chest. Soggy, sandy runners swing from his fingers by their laces. He'll come back for his PT shirt later, once he realizes he's forgotten it.

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