Wyvern Trouble
“Can I go see Phen's new wyvern now,
Mom? Pleeeeaaase?” five-year-old elf princess Éadra
pleaded with her mother. Her green eyes shone with excitement and she
clasped her hands in front of her.
“Just
let me comb and braid your hair and then yes, you may go,” her
mother said with a smile. She finished pulling Learé's
hair back into a ponytail and pulled Éadra
over before the girl could escape.
“But
Mom, I don't want my hair braided,” Éadra
complained. “Why can't I wear it in a ponytail like Learé
does?”
“Because
your twin sister doesn't get sticks and leaves caught in it like you
do,” her mom replied.
“That's
because she's too busy sword fighting with the sticks to climb trees
with me,” muttered Éadra.
Learé stuck her tongue
out at her and ran off.
Éadra
fidgeted as her mother combed and braided her hair, then took off
after her twin into the castle courtyards.
When
she got out, she saw that Learé
had Phen pinned to the ground. “I yield, I yield!” the
blond-haired boy was saying. Learé
let him up.
“I
thought so,” the girl said with a smile.
“What
are you doing to him?” Éadra
said as she ran up.
“I
bet Phen he couldn't wrestle me and win,” said Learé.
“She
wouldn't let me not
wrestle
her,” said the boy.
“How
is it I'm always the one with the dirty hair?” Éadra
complained.
Learé
shrugged. “I'm more careful.”
“So
did you bring your wyvern?” Éadra
asked, turning to Phen.
Phen
brightened. “Oh ya! He's over here. I call him Bitey 'cause he
snaps a lot.”
He
picked up a glass jar and dumped the miniature lizard inside out onto
his palm. True to its name, the little thing nipped Phen's finger.
“Ow!” he said, dropping it. The creature scrambled off and
climbed up a nearby tree, Phen running after it. “Get back here!”
he called, climbing the tree himself. Éadra
ran under the tree and looked up at him, watching her friend crawl
out onto a branch and reach after his disobedient pet. The sunlight
filtered green through the leaves, making the princess have to shield
her eyes.
“Do
you need help?” she asked her friend.
“No,
I've almost got him,” Phen replied. “Just a little farther . .
.” But just as his hand closed around the reptile, he lost his
balance and fell out of the tree.
Éadra
ran up to him. “Are you okay?” she asked, kneeling down beside
him.
“I
think so,” said Phen. He brought his hand up to his face and smiled
as he saw the wyvern still clasped in his grip. “Got him!” Then
he shook a finger at the creature. “Bad,” he said. “Don't do
that again.”