Arinza
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:Falas Weyr::Tripaldi Weyr:

It was not the last time Kirfon spoke to her; in fact they had long conversations every time they ended up doing chores together. Though that was the only time they talked, until one day. Arinza had a few moments to herself for once and was in her room reading a book when Kirfon knocked on the door and gently pushed it open.

“Okay if I come in?” he said with a smile, leaning through the doorway.

She smiled and nodded, marking her place in her book and setting it aside. He walked through the doorway, keeping his hands behind his back and Arinza gave him a puzzled look. He just grinned and didn’t say a word until he was standing in front of her; hands still behind his back.

“So, I was talking to...okay so I was eavesdropping on your mother the other day,” he grinned, “and heard her mention that your birthing-day is coming up.”

Arinza frowned a question up at him but nodded, “That’s right, it’s the day after tomorrow. I’ll be seventeen.”

“That’s what I heard,” he replied, still grinning, “so I thought I’d get you a little gift. This arrived today.”

He pulled his hands from behind his back and handed her a cylindrical package. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took it from him. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was and she looked up at him questioningly.

“Here let me help you,” he said, kneeling down and removing the top half of the container.

“Oh my!” she gasped as the lid was lifted to reveal a small egg surrounded in hot sand. “Is this?”

“It’s a rare fire lizard egg,” he replied to her unfinished question. “My dad’s hold isn’t far from the FGPC so I wrote to him and asked if he could send one to me. This arrived today and should hatch relatively soon, which of course is why I’m giving it to you early.”

“Thank you!” Arinza exclaimed, jumping up to give him a hug as he stood. He wasn’t lying when he said it would hatch soon though because as she was pulling away she felt a tremor run through the cylinder. “Oh my gosh! I need some meat!”

Kirfon ran down to the kitchens and by the time he returned with a small bowl of meat scraps a tiny green head was poking out of the shell. Arinza exclaimed in delight, being the first person in her family to even have a chance at a fire lizard. She grabbed a piece of meat and held it ready for the little hatchling to take. Then its wings broke through the top of the shell and Arinza gasped again as she realized its wings were white, Kirfon had indeed gotten her a rare fire lizard. She grinned as she fed the voracious little fire lizard and it was soon dozing contentedly in her arms, it’s belly quite distended with all the meat it had consumed.

“Thank you so much Kirfon,” she said, flashing a genuinely happy smile at him.

“No problem,” was all he said in reply.

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