Clutch 3

Tolethven's Purple Cha-kinale x Blue Tasos-age

Three buyers arrived at the door to Lord Tolethven's residence a little less than two months after the hatching of the clutch. Rather than hold the event in his breeding barn, as was customary for breeders, he was holding it in the manor proper, with food and entertainment for the guests.

The lord had been unforthcoming with information about the clutch, except to inform them that yes, all three eggs had hatched and all of them should come. Anticipation of what made this clutch "special" was driving them all to distraction, whether they showed it or not, and the opening of the front door was greeted with a suppressed sigh of relief. Not much longer to wait.

Kayun was nearest to the door and took a step in, only to be greeted with a 'thwack' in the face from a very large foam bat. "My heart is yours forever, moopiecakes!" the bat announced with the voice of a sighing young girl.

The girl holding the bat burst into giggles at the words, laughing harder when she caught sight of the vampire's face. She quickly got herself under control once the rest of them had cautiously entered, but her grin was wide and she looked ready to start laughing again at a moment's notice. Melf's face was also lit by a smile as she looked at the bat, then at Kayun's expression. It was one of her gifts, after all.

She turned to the victim of the surprise...endearment...and attempted to assume an apologetic expression. "I'm truly sorry, sir," she began, but had to stop again and cover her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing as Melf muttered "moopiecakes" under her breath.

"Why don't we introduce ourselves," Tytula suggested, wanting very much to see her new drakkin, though certainly as amused by the entire thing as the young drow girl before her.

"Very well then," she said with a smile. Once they'd all given their names she introduced herself. "I am Kosca, Tolethven's daughter. He wasn't here to meet you himself because he's making sure the hatchlings are clean and presentable. He gave me leave to use one of his new toys. in the greeting." Her eyes sparkled as she held up the bat. "Not much of a weapon, but it's certainly got its purpose. Now I suppose you'd like to go see the hatchlings, hmm?"

At their affirmative response she turned and began walking, confident that they would follow and merrily swinging the bat as she strolled. The three of them wondered exactly where she'd come from and why none of their information had mentioned the breeder's daughter. She appeared to be young, around eight or nine, though with drow that was decades older. Surely someone would have seen fit to make a remark about her when mentioning the "crazy breeder".

They were led quite a ways into the manor and at last arrived in a pitch black set of rooms with night-vision goggles provided to those who needed them. Another set of doors was opened and through them could be seen a great many drakkin lounging about, idly chewing and shredding toys designed for their tough teeth. All of them were wearing at least one large rectangle on their hides. Upon closer inspection, these proved to be...bumper stickers. They were dressed up for the occasion, it seemed, and Tytula grinned as she saw some of her gifts on display.

Cha-kinale was the most noticeable of the lot, proudly sporting several stickers. The most prominent read, "My student can kick your honor roll student's butt." She watched their approach with bright blue eyes, seemingly shielding something from their view, and sent a mental call to her owner that they'd arrived.

Tolethven entered the chamber via a side door, two small males trotting after him with something...glowing in their mouths. The purple and red were happily munching on two of the glowing rodents provided as offerings, their tongues retaining a bit of residual glow after the snacks had been devoured. Behind them was a man dancing a highland jig with his hands bounds behind his back and a gag stuffed in his mouth.

Kayun nearly had hysterics when he realized that the man dancing behind the hatchlings was Nondar. His associate shot him a glare full of venom, though its effect was somewhat lessoned by the fact that his mouth was gagged with a pair of purple socks.

"I invited your friend over to preview the hatchlings and supposedly get one up on you," Tolethven told Kayun, dark eyes sparkling. "He looked so formal and stuffy that I figured he could use a little entertainment. You think he'd know better than to put on 'gift shoes' from total strangers."

A grin was the only thing the young vampire could come up with, eyes still glued to his helplessly dancing companion. After a moment or two spent watching he finally turned his attention to the two hatchlings, who were also watching the dancing man in fascination. When the breeder noticed the shift of attention he nodded towards the two and spoke almost nonchalantly. "They're yours, by the way, and you can take the lord of the dance here with you when you leave."

Everyone's attention was immediately back on Tolethven at this statement, all three buyers quite shocked. Two drakkin? To one of them? Tytula looked to Melf, eyes wide.

He left them hanging for a moment before speaking, his grin promising interesting times ahead. "My lovely purple's clutch was indeed a special one, even more so than I'd thought. You see, she is the most recent female to be born in this city, nearly one hundred years ago. No one is sure of the reason, though there are certainly theories, and hotly debated ones at that. That stint of bad luck has finally ended with a bang. Cha?"

The clutchmother responded to the call, raising herself and approaching the man. From behind her, two small shapes came into view, both of them brilliantly blue. Their eyes were a vibrant green, bright and alert, and each of them sported an anklet. One was gold, the other silver, but both were highly visible against the rich color of their hides. They could easily have been confused with two male hatchlings, save their intelligent eyes and haughty postures. When they reached the breeder they stopped and sat next to their mother.

"Two?" Melf murmured, taken aback, and the youngling with the silver anklet turned her head to regard the woman.

"Twins," Tolethven agreed smugly, enjoying their expressions. "I was just as shocked, believe me, and they've been a handful to take care of." His tone became mournful as he turned to face Kayun. "I didn't want to saddle you with one of these spoiled ladies, my friend, and I didn't think you'd want to deal with the constant commands and orders."

The three females sitting next to him shot him the drakkin equivalent of a Look. Cha-kinale's mental tone was halfway insulted when she admonished him - halfway because she knew that he was half serious. He rolled his eyes. "Well they are, and you know it."

Not feeling like standing for such insults, the gold-wearing blue stood and sauntered over to the buyers, her sister not a second behind. It was the latter who chose her new servant first, adjusting her course so that it would land her in front of Melf.

Not going to be left out, the other female approached Tytula and sat calmly before her, taking stock of her new acquisition. In her mind their roles were quite reversed. Who knew, perhaps they were?

"Kosca sweetie, could you go fetch the food and bugs?" Tolethven asked his daughter, all three buyers otherwise occupied. There was no need to go through the "intro to bugs" lecture, since they all had drakkin and had heard it before. She grinned and nodded to him before running off, just as pleased as her father with how things had worked out.

She had especially liked the dancing vampire...perhaps her father could buy him from the lady vampire for her birthday?