But she had known what kind of being was in the eggs when Galask hatched, even if she hadn’t known for certain that she would ever bond to one. The little bronze that was sleeping the sleep of the thoroughly stuffed back in her apartments had been much as anticipated also. She bought a big egg, and expected a brown or bronze….she really needed to name him. But that was a separate issue.
The tiny egg she had received from the raffle was finally vibrating now, and that was her entire focus. She had tiny pieces of meat, much smaller than she had used even when the fire lizard egg hatched several days ago, and she cradled the little egg in the palm of her hand while she waited for a crack. Of course, the creature was breaking its shell now, while so many people were in the dining hall; wherhandlers waking up and having their first meal, while daytime people were dawdling about their last. Of course, the others who had won eggs might be in the room as well- she looked up to see if anyone else was staring down at cracking shells and wondering what would come out.
Class had been over for several candlemarks, though, and Strimian was leaving her office for the dining hall, to pick up a meal she could eat back in her quarters. She had a system for this, a way to keep the egg with her with the briefest possible time away from warm sands, and until the egg hatched she would be eating finger foods instead of ordinary meals.
Something was tapping from the inside of the egg.
She hadn’t been holding Arietta’s egg when it hatched, so she hadn’t felt the hatching, but she was pretty confident that it was happening. Strimian took several meat rolls, and sat at a table at the edge of the room instead of going back to her quarters. She really didn’t need this egg hatching while she was walking the hallways.