Who Sephany
What Sephany receives a special gift from her brother
When Day 7 of Month 2 of Turn 2714 - Day 9 of Month 2 of Turn 2714
Where Fort Weyr

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Day 7 of Month 2 of Turn 2714

The wooden box is sturdy but plain, about ten inches long, ten inches wide, and ten inches deep, and deceptively heavy. The note is just as simple, in a handwriting that is vaguely familiar but much more precise than she remembers.

Seph,
I’m an asshole. I’m sorry.
Happy Turnday.
-7
p.s.
Keep it warm and keep your eye on it. You won’t be waiting long.

A snort of amusement and a roll of her eyes. He couldn’t even be bothered to sign his own name, she muses. Had to go and put his digitalized nickname. “Damn it, Sevran…” but the curse has little weight, and she can’t help but smile at the apology.

The box has her attention soon enough; and it is with some anticipation that she carefully pries open the lid and peeks inside. Straw. A bowl of sand, and then…

“Oh!”

Her heart catches in her throat as she comprehends what it is. Oh so carefully, oh so slowly, she reaches her hand into the box, wiggles her fingers into the hot sand, and draws out the tiny firelizard egg. It fit comfortably into the palm of her hand, the shell hard and warm.

As the initial shock wears off, it dawns on her that S’van must have paid a small fortune to get this gift to her. The fact that it was warm, and so quickly delivered… he must have paid a transport rider to fly it straight to her.

“No wonder the transport rider looked so relieved to pass on the parcel. Probably worried he wouldn’t make it in time,” she murmurs to herself, appreciation and love for her brother blossoming in her heart. She could barely keep her eyes from the tiny shell, moved to put it back only out of fear that she might somehow damage the hatchling inside.

Immediately, she withdraws the bowl of sand from the box and sets it up in a place near the little hearth, stoking the fire until the entire bedroom was stuffy and overly warm.

“Hatch soon,” she murmurs, stroking a single finger down the shell.

Day 9 of Month 2 of Turn 2714 - just after midnight

The scratching sound is what wakes her, and at first she is uncertain what is happening. It only takes a few seconds before comprehension dawns and Sephany is out of her bed and over to the hearth, grey eyes glued instantly to the rocking shell.

“Oh! OH oh!” and for a moment she can’t remember what to do; frozen with indecision before she remembers. She flies to the door, flinging it open and running down the hallway as fast as her bare feet can take her, heedless of decorum and propriety and not at all carrying that she’s running around in her nightgown.

“Meat! Meat, please,” she all but begs the midnight kitchen staff, who give her a skeptical look for her bedraggled and wide-eyed self. “My egg is hatching!” It must make enough sense to them, even if Sephany will look back on this moment and feel very much like a babbling bafoon. But no matter; her words work, and a bowl of raw meat is pressed into her hands. She barely remembers to call out a quick, “Thank you!” over her shoulder as she rushes back.

She is just in time, closing her door and reaching the side of the hearth just as a little snout is poking through the shell. Egg-goo obscures the color, but after a little more shell breaks, she can clearly see the green hide of her gift.

“Oh… you are so pretty,” she coos, instantly in love even before the baby has fully hatched. Meat at the ready, it does not take long at all before the little creature to finish breaking free and begin to creel loudly.

It is a tentative and hesitant thing; the growing awareness that the affection she was feeling was not her own. That she could sense the feelings of the little creature who looked up at her adoringly now, waiting for the next bite of food. It was so small, such a tiny feeling, but enough to make Sephany’s heart swell and tears come to her eyes. Desires she did not share; dreams she did not entertain, racing down her cheeks as she scoops up the little firelizard to cuddle close to her heart.

“Thank you, Sev,” she murmurs, closing her eyes against the onslaught of emotions. “I love you, too.”


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