Snippet #2528018

Feeling its only sense of warmth in Raina, the hatchling dragged itself to her hand. The egg goop that had covered it, stuck to her hand in a warm gooey embrace. It nuzzled her.

The feeling of dragon goop on her hand wasn't an abnormal sensation, so she brought the Wrinn to her face welcomingly. It was warm in her hand and she wondered to herself what it was.

As the creature looked at Raina lazily, it cooed and gurgled happily. For whatever reason, it seemed as though it was bonding fairly well to Raina. Suddenly, its mood changed as it struggled around. The drool and squeals were familiar, like that of a starving dragon asking for a meal.

Raina looked down at the creature worriedly. She wasn't completely sure if it was a dragon. What did little pale things eat, she thought to herself. Being as gentle as she possibly could she set the creature back down on the bed and hopped up to go to the kitchen. There was a pot of stew in the stove simmering lightly. Her mother had probably put it on before she went to bed so it would be ready some time the next day. The meat inside was still slightly raw and so she thought she would give it a try as many of the dragons she took care of ate meat. She headed back to the room and placed the small cube of beef on the bed in front of the Wrinn.

The wrinn tilted it head as it smelled the meat. Immediately it went for it, failing miserabely as it chewed the meat without any sort of teeth or cutting bits within its mouth. Its tiny arms tried to help, but they too were unable to do much. Luckily, the creature's efforts had dragged on to the point of actually wearing down the meat and it would soon be in its tummy in no time. The creature was smiling ... or at least, what could be percieved as smiling.

Raina laughed as she watched the little animal sucessfully eat the piece of meat. She was happy that she had been able to satisfy one of its needs. A yawn escaped her lips and she realized the hour was very late and it would soon be morning. There would be plenty of work to be done when the sun came up. The dragon breeders of Autumn Island were responsible for taking care of any newborns that were to be sold to the dragon riders. She would have to check that they were fed and practice riding with them so that they could get used to the weight of a person on their backs. She stood and blew out most of the candles, save for a few that would burn out on their own. After heading back to the bed she picked up the Wrinn and set it on the small table next to her bed on top of a clean towel. She hoped it have sufficient comfort as she leaned back on her bed and let her head rest on her pillow.