The dragon hatchery was the third highest building but not quite the biggest tree house there. It was twelve feet by twelve feet. It was on the east side of the village and the girls were on the west side so it took them another ten minutes to get there.
Liz and Vicky were very tired by the time they got there for they had to scale across a series of logs carved into stair cases, swinging ropes, flimsy bridges and roof tops. When they finally reached the hatchery Cloeshi, who had not even broken a sweat lead them inside saying “Don’t be shy the care taker is really nice. You’ll love him.”
When they entered they were greeted by a nine year old boy with messy blond hair the same kind of robes that Cloeshi was wearing but instead of a toga he wore an apron. He had a terribly screechy voice. “Hi, I’m Morent. Nice to meet you.” He squawked sheepishly, blushing.
Morent lead them around the hatchery, talking about what kind of dragons might be good for them. Liz could not help but to notice that Morent always went pink in the cheeks when he looked at her.
There were many eggs on little shelves and a cat-like dragon was slinking over all the eggs, keeping them warm. The sun began to dip closer to the horizon and Morent inquired if they knew what dragon they wanted.
Vicky made a beeline to what Morent referred to as a ‘sparkly wing’ egg and announced “I want this one!” Morent wrapped it in a cloth and told her to keep it warm and to bring it to him once it hatched.
“And what would you like?” he squeaked to Elizabeth, turning as red as a tomato. “Erm…I don’t know…”
He began to show her many eggs, and his face became a brilliant shade of crimson. “How about this one… it is very rare… an extremely intelligent beast, it can speak better human language than most other dragons…although all dragons can speak to you with ease…”
Liz realized if she refused it would crush him, for he was offering her the rarest egg in the whole island.
“Sure! I’d love that one!” she fibbed.
Next week will be a different topic, but Dracotopia will continue soon!
Stella is my 10-year-old daughter and on Saturdays, I let her rent this space from me because she thinks blogs are cool. It is her hope that her writing will appeal to kids her age as well as to the adults who read here too. (For the intro to Saturdays with Stella, click here.)