11th of Ashan 719
Today was an important day, for both Kisaik and Alaiwa. They were gathered at Kisaik's humble burrow, on the very roof of the burrow, worrying over a rather large egg. They'd gathered all sorts of kindling and ruff for the poor, fertilized bird egg, trying as best they could to simulate the conditions of it's natural birthing.
"No no no, Alaiwa! The ruff goes inside the twigs, there and there!" Kisaik ordered his squire about, trying to be kind though the lad did test him at times. Alaiwa nodded and righted his mistake, to which Kisaik gave a curt nod of his head. "Well enough I suppose!"
Kisaik made sure all of his alchemical equipment was kept well away from the egg, while it was being prepared for the hatching. He'd already heard stirrings of the bird trying to peck its way out of the shell yesterday, and sent word to Rabu that he ought to join them for the momentus occasion. While he knew that Rabu was terribly afraid of birds, Kisaik very much wanted his betrothed to be present at the birth of his ward.
Kisaik gingerly touched the shell of the egg, with his bare hand, just feeling the life that was stirring within it was exciting. It would be a grand day.
Beside the makeshift nest, a pile of meat had been put aside, which Kisaik had purchased from his friend, Praetorum. The ithecal was a good hunter, at least better than Kisaik could hope to be. The meat had set Kisaik back a bit, but it would be worth it when he fed the bird, allowing it to grow strong. He was nearly bursting with excitement at the prospect of his ward being born.
Then, out of the blue, Alaiwa asked Kisaik, "What do you think you'll name your bird, sire?"
Oh, Kisaik hadn't even thought of that...