"Come to the secret garden. I'll be waiting for you there." *This was what a note that was attached to a single rose left on the bed stated. Aurthur had been thinking for a long time on how to celebrate his mate's hatching day. He knew here almost as well as he knew himself (which he should, considering how long they had been mates) so it had been easy to decide what to do.
His mate liked simple things. She didn't care overly much for expensive jewelry or gifts. He had made her such things before, and she had stated that, while lovely, it wasn't the gift itself that meant anything to her. It was the thought and love that went into the gift that mattered, not how expensive it was. So Aurthur had started to work on Project Hatching Day a full month in advance.
With the coming of winter, his garden had been changing drastically. The falling leaves covered the area, and the roses were starting to die. No, that simply wouldn't do. He and a few others therefore cleaned the area completely of dead leaves and used magic to bring the garden back to full bloom, as though it were still full summer.
The next labor of love was the cooking. Aurthur couldn't do this all himself and get away with cooking a noticeably larger amount of food and not tip off his beloved, but he knew someone who could. Since his mate very rarely entered the kitchen (that was HIS domain) he relocated Chef Shimmerscale to the garden where he could make all of the food at his leisure.
The last task was the hardest, and the reason he started a month early. He took trips every day, flying to various parts of Rhydin on 'errands for the orphanage', careful not to let his mate know he was searching out their kin.
Now the day had arrived. The lair would seem eerily quiet and deserted. Aurthur worked furiously these last few hours, making sure that all their friends and family (Feel free to post to this thread for Icer's Hatching Day!) were situated comfortably in the vast garden. These guests even included some of their oldest children, from their very first clutch, and their great, great grandchildren!
Once Icer appeared in the garden, she would be greeted by her smiling mate with a nuzzle and a kiss.* "Surprise, my love! Happy Hatching Day!"
His mate liked simple things. She didn't care overly much for expensive jewelry or gifts. He had made her such things before, and she had stated that, while lovely, it wasn't the gift itself that meant anything to her. It was the thought and love that went into the gift that mattered, not how expensive it was. So Aurthur had started to work on Project Hatching Day a full month in advance.
With the coming of winter, his garden had been changing drastically. The falling leaves covered the area, and the roses were starting to die. No, that simply wouldn't do. He and a few others therefore cleaned the area completely of dead leaves and used magic to bring the garden back to full bloom, as though it were still full summer.
The next labor of love was the cooking. Aurthur couldn't do this all himself and get away with cooking a noticeably larger amount of food and not tip off his beloved, but he knew someone who could. Since his mate very rarely entered the kitchen (that was HIS domain) he relocated Chef Shimmerscale to the garden where he could make all of the food at his leisure.
The last task was the hardest, and the reason he started a month early. He took trips every day, flying to various parts of Rhydin on 'errands for the orphanage', careful not to let his mate know he was searching out their kin.
Now the day had arrived. The lair would seem eerily quiet and deserted. Aurthur worked furiously these last few hours, making sure that all their friends and family (Feel free to post to this thread for Icer's Hatching Day!) were situated comfortably in the vast garden. These guests even included some of their oldest children, from their very first clutch, and their great, great grandchildren!
Once Icer appeared in the garden, she would be greeted by her smiling mate with a nuzzle and a kiss.* "Surprise, my love! Happy Hatching Day!"