Chapter III Sweet, Sweet Acceptance
It had obviously not taken Lord Breeder Dwahro long to "consider the offering"; the next morning, 'Rey awoke to a popping sound. Out of thin air, a note appeared and fluttered down to the bed. 'Rey snatched it and read it several times, to be sure her eyes hadn't decieved her.
- Lady Aubrey,
I have determined your offering to be most acceptable. When the drakkin hatchlings have reached two months of age, a summons will be sent to you, informing you of the hatchling event and any other pertinent details.
The Watching Globe is proving to be an interesting challenge. Before you leave the city after the event, I may have a few questions for you.
Until the event,
Lord Breeder Dwahro
'Rey squealed with delight, then attempted to compose herself; after all, drakkin trainers did not squeal. However, her attempt at composure was useless, and she just went into a fit of giggles. She scribbled a quick reply, and snapped her fingers. It dissappeared, and had surely reappeared somewhere close to Lord Dwahro.
Once she had replied, all she could think about was the hatching. She remembered the breeders often wore something from each buyers offering; Would he wear something of hers? The boots? The belt? Or maybe the watch...
She patted herself on the back for including the Globe... she had not been sure if Dwahro would know what to do with it, or how he could use it. Watching was a divination native to 'Rey's world, and she didn't think it was really used anywhere else. But he had liked it, even wanted to ask her questions. The rest of 'Rey's day was sort of dazed, mostly consisting of her imagining what the event would be like, what her hatchling would be like.
"Until the event..."
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