(no subject)
Feb. 15th, 2012 06:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
victormakesartMore of the Sanir's eggs have been hatching since Victor started meddling, hooking them up with calcium supplements and dark leafy greens, and this hatching ceremony is particularly productive, in part because Victor's hatching an egg as well. Metaphorically.
She's burning herbs with the rest of the prospective parents, singing the birthing song, fretting a bit over the health of her spawn (and the other children of the community). She spends so much time here that the past batch of hatchlings all know her by name, and the oldest of elders hum greetings to her.
They're all painted in the room, with plant paste, with clay, and she has feathers woven into her hair because she has no feathers of her own.
It's stifling in the hut, with the eggs surrounded by warm rocks and cloths, and a long shape under a sheet, about the size of a child.
She's burning herbs with the rest of the prospective parents, singing the birthing song, fretting a bit over the health of her spawn (and the other children of the community). She spends so much time here that the past batch of hatchlings all know her by name, and the oldest of elders hum greetings to her.
They're all painted in the room, with plant paste, with clay, and she has feathers woven into her hair because she has no feathers of her own.
It's stifling in the hut, with the eggs surrounded by warm rocks and cloths, and a long shape under a sheet, about the size of a child.
no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 01:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 01:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-23 01:40 am (UTC)