Dragon's Fire (Dragon Eggs Book 4) by Emily Martha Sorensen

Author:Emily Martha Sorensen [Sorensen, Emily Martha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: k'12
Published: 2017-07-22T16:00:00+00:00

Mr. Teedle, the curator of the dragon collection, was a kind man who was close to Rose’s father’s age. Rose did not have many people she would consider friends, but Mr. Teedle qualified, despite their difference in age. They had known each other since her early years in high school, when she had commenced spending all her spare time in the museum’s Research Library.

Mr. Teedle had always been supportive of Rose’s plans to become a paleontologist, and he had also been present at Virgil’s hatching. So it was no surprise that, when she knocked on the door to his office and he opened it, he greeted her with great warmth.

“Miss Palmer!” he cried, and then quickly corrected himself. “Mrs. Wainscott. I’m pleased to see you! Have you brought Virgil here?”

“Yes, I have,” Rose said, and glanced peevishly at the pram. “And he seems to have decided it was naptime as I was walking here.”

“Children are like that,” Mr. Teedle chuckled. “They only want to sleep when it’s inconvenient.”

“I’ve gained permission to meet the new dragon eggs,” Rose said. “Would now be an acceptable time to do so?”

“Of course,” Mr. Teedle said, opening the door wide and stepping back.

Heart thumping in excitement, Rose stepped into the room, pushing the pram before her. It was hard to fit the rather large pram into the small room, but Mr. Teedle took charge of correcting that deficiency by moving a chair out of the way. Her gaze fell on the two eggs on the man’s desk, still and silent, the same brown-spotted orange shells as the one Virgil had been in.

“Are they . . . awake?” Rose said. She had been about to say alive, but that would be a silly question. All the eggs were alive. That was why they weren’t fossilized.

“This one is soundly sleeping,” Mr. Teedle said, tapping the desk beside the one to the right. “I think perhaps she was awakened before she was ready. This one is napping, but he doesn’t usually sleep for long, so you will probably be able to converse with him soon.” He tapped a spot on the desk beside the left egg. “I’m afraid he woke the other egg by vigorous telepathic yelling. It was similar to what Virgil did when he was separated from you and Mr. Wainscott, but even more painful and unbearable. I pity his parents, because he seems likely to be a real handful.”

Parents, Rose thought, reassured that Mr. Teedle had used the word. It seemed that, no matter what the museum director was planning, the dragon curator took it as a given that the eggs would be raised by proper adults who adopted them.

“Why was he yelling?” she asked politely.

Mr. Teedle frowned. “The same reason as Virgil did, I’m sorry to say. And this time, there is no easy solution.”

“What do you mean?” Rose began —

He was a dragon inside an egg. His parents went out hunting. They always had memories of hunting to share when they came back, and he couldn’t wait to hunt with them.

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