”Shells, Dolly, you’re getting bigger fast, I don’t think you’ve ever been this big,” Inakil said with clear excitement in his tone after measuring her once again. It was true, she was bigger than ever before, which was Impressive as her clutches always in the past seemed to be larger than other females, even when they had another Rose clutch, Dolly’s clutches were always bigger with more viable eggs.
Because of her roundness though, she was even more ungraceful than in the past. She waddled with quite the silly gait as she lumbered around the Weyr, and honestly, she had to have other Daywhers hunt and bring her kills for her in order to eat. Luckily the pack was more than willing to help her, especially the other caretakers, so she wasn’t without food or aid from her fellows. Meanwhile, Inakil busied his days with various small work he could do without Dolly, sometimes even helping with the Daywher portions of the archives to make sure they were up to date.
Then caretakers started building a nest. The time was coming soon, Inakil noted as the caretakers gathered leaves and arranged hay that was provided. The final warning came when Dolcekil herself started to inspect the nest made, sniffing at it, scratching at a spot here and there, moving a few leaves over there instead. She fretted over the nest for a day. Inakil knew that the eggs would be coming the following day.
In fact, he was woken before the sun had even risen, with Dolcekil reaching out to him for support as she always did. She was laying her eggs, and she wanted her dear to be here. So Inakil got up, yawning as he threw something quick on and snuck out of his space with Naji, letting him know the eggs were coming if he woke then slipped out into the dark early morning. It was hard ot see, so he brought a glowbasket with him, leaving it covered so as not to disturb any whers still out before he got to the egg pavilion. Once there, he set the basket down near Dolly’s nest and climbed into it with her to cradle her snout and pet her.
It was a long process for her this time, but as with many Dragonkin it wasn’t the worst either. Personally, Inakil was suspicious Dragonkin had birthing much easier than human women did, but even so, Dolcekil had quite a few to lay it seemed. He didn’t peek at the clutch though, not until she was finished, when the sun was up, the whers long since in their dens, and the daywhers rising to come see the new clutch as well.
”Good job as always my dear,” he praised her, patting her head and snouth and scratching her behind the ears with a hearty scratch that made her close her eyes and croon happily but tiredly. Then he shuffled his legs out from underneath her head and went to count.
”By the shell, Dolly, you have a full fourteen viable eggs here,” he announced in excitement through his own tiredness, ignoring the few little flat or wrinkled eggs that showed unfertilized. Those would be removed later, while the round, glistening shells with healthy greenish color that would harden and turn creamy in color would remain. A full 14, the biggest clutch they had seen so far after so many turns. He gave her another scratch before she inspected the eggs, arranged them, then passed off egg duty to one of the Bloods so she could go eat now, starving now that her stomach was empty and she looked hilariously skinny after looking so round.
*I feel this will be a spectacular clutch.* She remarked, looking back at her newly laid eggs being warmed and safeguarded by another caretaker daywher, before padding off to go find herself a meal that was already waiting for her thanks to some of the hunters.