HATCHING
The fourth egg hatches with a dramatic crack, splitting into two precise halves and spilling the Twilight Green inside onto the sands. She huffs in exasperation and pulls herself to her feet, then bats at one of the halves of eggshell and settles down atop it to groom herself clean, like nothing more than a little queen on a makeshift throne. She pays hardly any attention to the gathered candidates, or her mother, or even her siblings still in their rocking shells, until the very last grain of sand has been removed from her hide.
And then, without a sound, Vinesath rises and glides across the sand straight to Damira.
::You’ll do,:: she declares as she rears up on her hind legs and settles her paws on Damira’s leg.
::I’ll do what I can to assist you, but in return I demand a nice home and a bath every time I get dirty.::

FLIGHT
Vinesath sat watching her bond work on the farm. There was something to say for the chickens. they were tasty and their feathers were deligthfully soft to rest on. But they weren't exactly clean. Working on the farm meant a lot of mucking about.
::Can we maybe take a vacation?:: Vinesatha sked.
"Whereto?" Damira asked, "In a few weeks the harvest'll be in and things will get a lot quieter."
Vinesath had to give it to her bond, she was courteous. That was a good trait to have in one that you would spend your life with.
::Somewhere posh and glitzy.:: Vinesath sighed, ::I want to be pampered::
"I'll acquire with the headmistress if there's places that fit the bill." Damira said.
A vacation didn't sound half bad.
Vinesath relaxed. And then when they were away, it was the perfect scenario to have a little fling and to be away from the farm for a prolongued time. She was brilliant if she did say so herself!

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