mirelafaith (mirelafaith) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-12-18 08:16:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | - retired: david sharpe, - retired: mirela albescu |
Rp: holiday babies
Who: Mirela Albescu and OPEN
What: Dragon Hatching
When: December 18th, around 5am
Where: Dragon Sanctuary
Warnings: None?
Status: Incomplete
There were many things in life that Mirela enjoyed. Her faith, her family, her job. The best part of her job though was happening that day. Seeing baby dragons born never got tiring and it never got old. The English Sanctuary had a two egg clutch from a Welsh Green. The mother was a squirrelly creature that hadn't liked Mirela very much. She could understand why. Dragons could be very protective of a nest, thankfully the eggs had been taken before the anxious mother had squashed them.
She'd seen a dragon go into a deep depression when it had crushed it's clutch in a fit. Dragons were very protective mothers. She supposed it was a breeding instinct because there were so few young that were born. Like a mother lion, but even more ferocious. The fire was kept low, but going underneath the bed that the two glistening black eggs rested on. She yawned slightly and sipped her tea as she watched the eggs jiggle around. The one was trying to get out, probably female. The females always seemed to come first.
She set her tea aside and tied her hair back into a ponytail, not needing to get it singed off. She'd already learned that young Welsh Greens had a bad habit of burping up fire. Usually it wasn't the full fire of a grown dragon, but it would burn you. It was more like putting your hand on an oven burner that was set on low, gave you blisters, but didn't usually permanently damage. She'd already gone back to see the new dragons at the Romanian Sanctuary and had gotten some pointers from Walt. The Romanian Sanctuary had few Welsh Greens, being a somewhat tamer breed of dragon. They could still be mean as the others, but usually they just wanted to be left alone.