Nuada

Kharis had a fairly bad day. It wasn't terrible, nothing absolutely drastic happened, but there were so many little annoyances.

First, she overslept and missed her favorite breakfast. In the rush to get breakfast, she ran outside without taking attention to where she was going, and stepped right into a small puddle. Gross. And third, there's been an itch in Kharis' throat all day, and she could't stop thinking about her tongue placement, causing it to flop weirdly in her mouth as she tryed to figure out where it goes when ones not aware of it.

All in all, it just happend to be a bad day--one better spend lying in bed, rather then going out doing business. She was great at calculating! But today not only Kharis had broken her favourite abacus, the account balance just wouldn't balance itself out despite the everything the clan's treasurer was doing.

It was growing darker now, and on her way back to bed Kharis decided to stop by the hatchery, because seeing all those cute hatchlings always made her feel better. She was almost there when -DEAR ARCANIST NOT AGAIN- she tripped. Glaring at the source of her throbbing toe, she saw a wooden tox box. At least, she assume that it is wood, as it had been absolutely coated in paint of every color. Lines vaguely reminiscent of none of the hatchling caretakers or any other dragon of the clan, with features dramatically exaggerated, were drawn in the squiggles of a young drake's claw.

Kharis had to scratch away some of the paint sealing the box shut, but then she managed to open it eventually. At first, it appeared to contain a collection of coins and she wondered, what on Sornieth it was doing here. Who had actually taken it out from the clan's treasure chamber?

After she poke through the coins for a bit, they suddenly started moving. Scratch that-- it was a hatchling!

After poking its head out of he box, he started explaining how he got shut in the box after taking a nap. It happened twice actually! The first time one of the caretakers closed the box, mistaking his scales for coins and then again a second time, when the sailors who found him during their trip accidentally locked once again in a different box. He just liked taking a nap inside those treasure boxes a little too much for his own good! The little Imperial was very cheerful and talkative, even when it had no idea where he'd ended up to now.

Kharis started to feel a little better listening to the little one. When he asked, if he could stay the night with her before he had to settle down at the hatchery with all the unknown hatchlings. As it was getting rather late--and Kharis didn't want to wake the others and throw the clan into turmoil--she decided to take the hatchling along with her.

It seemed like, she acutally made a new friend!