Thieves

[beshackled]

Sender: Erichthonios
To: Everyone
Subject: Avaricious harriers

Pray tell, has anyone else been having trouble with small creatures attempting to make off with your belongings?

They are getting to be remarkably b----

[The b terminates in a long, curved line, as though the writer was startled in the middle of writing.

Sometime later...]

brazen.

Comments

[a_sweet_little_peach]

Well -- a while back here, at Songerein, some dragons lost their eggs. I think mine was the first that hatched, if I remember correctly, so I helped take care of them for a while before their parent showed up.

[He's eliding a lot of detail, of course -- they reunited under, less than ideal circumstances, but everything worked out in the end.

Ralsei still visits them from time to time. He's not entirely sure what the other dragons think of him, but the relevant ones seem fond enough of Ralsei. He's like a weird fuzzy uncle to them.]

[beshackled]

'Twas kind of you to do so.

[Though he cannot help but wonder... how is it that they lost their eggs?]

[a_sweet_little_peach]

[You know, it was never very clear! At least to him. Maybe someone else worked out how so many dragons lost their eggs.]

It was nothing! I like helping take care of people, and it was hardly a trial to look after them.

[beshackled]

That is good to know. Should I ever encounter a dragon's egg unattended here, I shall be sure to contact you.

[How do they house them, he wonders? Do they build nests? Keep them on cliffs? Are they leathery of texture, or hard? What temperature is ideal? How long do they take to hatch? And what does a hatchling eat?

He might... have to read a book on that sometime. Surely there must be a tome or two around...]

[a_sweet_little_peach]

They at least seem to be -- durable, enough. I found it on the street, so they don't really seem to need much in the way of environmental conditions to hatch well.

[He hopes, at least. It would -- make him feel quite bad if the poor dragonet had had problems because of being out in the open air, even if it's not really his fault.]

[beshackled]

'Tis a relief to know.

My thanks for your knowledge.

[a_sweet_little_peach]

Of course, any time!

[A tiny goat is drawn in the margins, waving.]

[beshackled]

[It is an endearing image. Erichthonios himself does not have much experience with artistic doodles, but he attempts to do the same, drawing a little robed figure with bent arm raised in a gesture of parting.]

Fare you well.