Maybe it had been foolish of him to spend his money on a flit egg. How many marks had this little thing cost him? Better not to think about it, especially not when previous financial pressures came to mind. Really better not to. But he had nonetheless, as a sort of celebratory gift to himself--he'd been Searched, after all, and that deserved some kind of commendation, right? Plus, a flit could be useful for all sorts of things! Messenger duties, keeping watch, small errands, what else did people do with their flits anyway-- Plenty of things! There was a list somewhere!

That, and--well, he was a bit more lonely than he'd like to admit. Perhaps a firelizard could help fill in the gaps somewhat.

He'd snagged the egg off someone else who'd bought it, a middleman of sorts who said he'd picked it up in Western--which was a hell of a long way for a flit to go, but then again, it wasn't very far out of the realm of possibility when dragons were considered. So this egg had come all this way, just to wind up sitting in a heating pot right in front of him. The wonders of the world were indeed plentiful, weren't they. He'd settled on his bed for the time being, doing his best to repair the torn embroidery on his favorite sash--that earlier incident with a rogue firelizard had done a number on it, and he'd been more than grateful for Chayrel and Charm's help in getting it back. He'd have to be sure to train this new flit as well as she was when they were ready to hatch.

How long was he supposed to keep this thing in there, anyway? Oh, shards. Was he really prepared for this? No, not--not as much as he'd like, he had to admit, but Kaiator was excellent at improvisation. Was-- Uh. Was it really such a good idea to improvise here? This...was a living thing, after all. Hm. Who could he even ask about this, anyway? Sure, there were plenty of people out there with flits, but he didn't think he knew any of them well enough to make a fool of himself by demonstrating just how much he didn't know. The opinions of the Weyr mattered much to him, at least in that respect.

The sounds of something stirring within snapped his attention right back to where it was needed, and he swore loudly as he scrambled to gather up some of his snack stash, sash falling to the side in a heap. Shards--where was all the good stuff he'd stored just for this occasion?
By the time he manages to grab what he thinks is enough, the egg is moving rather aggressively, the flit within having decided it was definitely time to come out. Kaiator couldn't help but hold his breath, shifting awkwardly in place as he clutches the little bag of jerky he'd set aside--

There's a crack. A lurch. Another crack.
Should he do something to help them out? Could he, or would that be a really bad ide--
Crack.
Crack.

With a sharp creel, a little--Brown! It was a Brown!--snout slips out from a freshly-made hole in the shell. The flit was certainly vocal, and Kaiator could feel the pangs of hunger radiating off of him as readily as if they were his own. He's grinning, or as much as he could, really, when he offers the flit the first bit of jerky; the scent of food clearly catches the Brown's attention, and those jaws snap open, revealing plenty of sharp teeth before the struggle to emerge begins in earnest.
As more of the flit escapes confinement, Kaiator can see that he really did get lucky, this time. The flit is a lovely yellow-ochre shade, with a river of darker almost-stripes dancing along his sides; he finds himself almost immediately taken with the little fellow, and he wastes no time in handing over as many carefully-monitored pieces of jerky as he can manage. He has to keep them small enough to where the flit won't have difficulty eating them; he regrets not grabbing something softer, but he's got other things he can offer the Brown as soon as he gets out of his shell properly. With one final bugle, the firelizard pushes the last of himself free, leaving his egg a broken mess scattered across Kaiator's bed--he hardly minds.

"Oh, just look at you." he murmurs, gently stroking the Brown as he begins to gorge himself on some of the other snacks he's saved up. "You're wonderful, aren't you? You deserve a regal name, I'd say. Something fitting." The Brown looks up at him for a moment, eyes whirling that tell-tale rainbow--Kaiator's pleased to note that he at least managed to get this part right. "Casris, I think. That's lovely."
Casris simply creens his approval, pressing against Kaiator's leg as he turned his attention toward the next portion of his meal. He's not going to interrupt him just yet--let him have a good meal, he reasons. For now, he's simply captivated by the little Brown.

Not a bad use of marks at all, in his opinion.