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pc32_ficsFandom: Crossover: Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers & Dragonriders of Pern
Summary: Kimberly makes a small, lifelong friend
For the last three seven-days, Kimberly had stalked the clutch on the beach. A real fire lizard’s clutch – a queen’s, not a green, as could be evidenced by the chittering speck of angry gold hovering at her head. In exchange for treats, the Queen had laid off attacking… but was not happy that the young trader was near her eggs.
But how could she miss this opportunity? Fire lizards were becoming rare, and it’d be Turns before she saved enough to purchase an egg from any of the fire lizard partners her family traded with.
The eggs had hardened; she’d left them on the beach, knowing if she’d brought one home, she’d have the whole caravan breathing down her neck. Her father – a fair man usually – might even have ordered her to pass it along.
Not happening. This egg was hers.
The Queen’s fair flitted around, a low hum the beginning of their customary welcome. Unlike dragons, though, the tiny hatchlings broke shell with only thoughts of food, not of partnership…
Until one hatchling, barely a handful of glistening green skin and bones, saw Kim’s pile of meat and leaped, nearly falling before getting her wings underneath her. Bite by bite, the pile slipped down the hungry creature’s gullet. Just when Kimberly thought she’d burst…
Pleasure. Full. Warm. Comfortable. Unlike dragon-speech, the lizard’s emotions floated to her…
Impression! She suppressed the urge to dance, to do flips in excitement. Instead, she cuddled the girl close, a smile of thanks going toward the Queen. It went ignored as the free-for-all continued on the shells.
“C’mon, you, let’s take you home.”
Unlike her bigger cousins, the fire lizard hatched nameless. What to call her?
A day later, flipping through a reproduction book of Earth creatures, Kimberly found it.
“I’ll call you Terra.”
Summary: Kimberly makes a small, lifelong friend
For the last three seven-days, Kimberly had stalked the clutch on the beach. A real fire lizard’s clutch – a queen’s, not a green, as could be evidenced by the chittering speck of angry gold hovering at her head. In exchange for treats, the Queen had laid off attacking… but was not happy that the young trader was near her eggs.
But how could she miss this opportunity? Fire lizards were becoming rare, and it’d be Turns before she saved enough to purchase an egg from any of the fire lizard partners her family traded with.
The eggs had hardened; she’d left them on the beach, knowing if she’d brought one home, she’d have the whole caravan breathing down her neck. Her father – a fair man usually – might even have ordered her to pass it along.
Not happening. This egg was hers.
The Queen’s fair flitted around, a low hum the beginning of their customary welcome. Unlike dragons, though, the tiny hatchlings broke shell with only thoughts of food, not of partnership…
Until one hatchling, barely a handful of glistening green skin and bones, saw Kim’s pile of meat and leaped, nearly falling before getting her wings underneath her. Bite by bite, the pile slipped down the hungry creature’s gullet. Just when Kimberly thought she’d burst…
Pleasure. Full. Warm. Comfortable. Unlike dragon-speech, the lizard’s emotions floated to her…
Impression! She suppressed the urge to dance, to do flips in excitement. Instead, she cuddled the girl close, a smile of thanks going toward the Queen. It went ignored as the free-for-all continued on the shells.
“C’mon, you, let’s take you home.”
Unlike her bigger cousins, the fire lizard hatched nameless. What to call her?
A day later, flipping through a reproduction book of Earth creatures, Kimberly found it.
“I’ll call you Terra.”