Hatchling

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you A wide grin curved Phoebe’s lips. She was a younger sister you see, and she knew just how to find holes in arguments in a very irritating way when she wanted to. ”You also thought? So you did think dragons looked like giant pink ducks!” she said, snickering at his expense, her tone still light and playful. It was all in good fun and not intended meanly. Phoebe grinned as the dragon squeaked, carefully pulling pieces of egg off of the baby beast. She grabbed a rag and set to cleaning it off too. ”Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever saw.” Phoebe cooed at it, feeling love bloom in her heart for the pink little thing. The dragon opened its maw again to ‘roar’ at her. She got the distinct sense it did not appreciate being called cute and she laughed a bit. ”Also fearsome.” she said, which made the dragon’s tail twitch. But then… Hunger. Phoebe actually placed a hand on her stomach, for a moment thinking she was suddenly ravenous before realizing it was the dragon. This would take getting used to. ”Emmett, could you grab some of the smoked meat out of the cupboard for me?” she said, still getting the egg goo off of the dragon. Names…what would she name it? She stared at the dragon, and it stared back, squirming about in her hands. ”Pim. I think Pim fits really well.”