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Wake Up Call

Writers: Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 31st March 2025

Characters: N'kevyn, Aydhan
Description: N’kevyn is reminded how hard babies are
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 5, day 27 of Turn 12


N'kevyn

N'kevyn
Aydhan

Aydhan

The first rays of golden sunlight hadn’t even started to rise over the horizon when a golden firelizard dropped out of the woven hammock hanging from the ceiling on N’kevyn’s side of the bed. She made no attempt to fly, simply dropping onto the sleeping bronzerider’s chest.

It woke him with a startled, “Ooof,” and he sat up, abruptly jerking his arm out from under Aydhan.

Dumped into his lap, the firelizard began chittering angrily up at him before spinning in a little circle on top of the bedding. “Enough of that. It can’t possibly be breakfast time.” The scolding chittering paused, then changed to a sad, plaintive trill as she flattened herself pathetically across her owner’s legs. “Fine. Fine. It can be breakfast time. Why are you like this?”

Aydhan groaned and rolled over, away the noise and the dip in the bed as N'kevyn rose. "Because you spoil her." She mumbled, still half-asleep. Her dumb firelizard lay at the edge of the bed, one paw reached out to gently touch her arm. Aydhan had told N'kevyn many times that firelizards weren't allowed to sleep in the bed. "What time is it?"

“It’s… It’s early,” N’kevyn said groggily, fumbling around for his pants while the little gold scurried up and down the bed making eager chirping sounds. “Why is yours still asleep? That’s not fair.” The firelizard suddenly took off darting out of the bedroom ahead of her owner and towards the Breakfast Spot.

"He will be." Aydhan mumbled. She pulled the furs over so they no longer covered N'kevyn's side and began to snore softly. Dingus startled awake when the scent of food finally wafted into the room, and he took to the air just enough to jump /between/ and careen into N'kevyn's back.

“Aydhan, your firelizard ran into me again. We should really consider having someone look at him,” N’kevyn called back, carrying the jar of shredded meat. He almost stepped on the little brown when it scurried to get ahead of him again before taking to the air enough to reach their table, where the gold was chittering impatiently. “Alright, line up.”

The gold at least, assumed the feeding pose, sitting up straight, little gold tail curled around her feet as she waited impatiently for breakfast.

Dingus attempted to dive for the container of meat before N’kevyn had even opened it, and there was the quiet tink tink of tiny claws and teeth against the glazed clay of the jar.

Patiently, N’kevyn pushed the little brown away as he opened the jar and offered the first piece of meat to the little gold. “Oh who’s the most precious little lady? That’s right it is you, Citrine,” N’kevyn said in a baby-talking tone. “You’re just the best little- Ow that was my finger. That was very bad.”

Citrine did not look ashamed in the slightest, opening her mouth for another offering.

“No, you’re going to wait while I-”

There was a sudden crash as Dingus managed to knock the jar’s lid onto the floor while he shoved himself into the meat container up to his shoulders. “No, no, wait-” he pulled himself free hard enough that the jar fell over, scattering shredded meat across the table. With the sigh of a man who had entirely lost control of his life, N’kevyn watched the brown and gold firelizards fall on the meat in a frenzy. “If you choke, I’m getting a feline next.”

Last updated on the April 10th 2025


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