Hais! :) So yaayy, I actually managed to write a new chapter in... what, two days? I guess short chapters do have their benefits.

Anyway here's the new chapter, and I hope you enjoy it. ;)

2. Escapade

That night, the Rider Oromis was woken up by a most peculiar noise. It sounded like a mixture of squeak-jumbled-snorts, coming from somewhere in his enormous mound of fluffy saddlebags piled in the middle of the small inn room. He would have liked a bigger room or even a royal suite, but unfortunately this was the only inn in the whole town. Glaedr had consented to sleep on the roof of the Town Hall, since there wasn't any other space he could fit comfortably in, without being too much in the town people's way.

Oromis got up from his squeaky bed with a mattress that sounded like a hysteric fangirl and gave a big yawn, stretching like a rheumatic cat. He slowly walked to his pile of saddlebags.

Why do you need so much stuff, anyway? Glaedr growled across their mental link as Oromis rummaged through a mass of bathrobes, face towels and bedroom slippers. They aren't light, you know. And why would your hair tonic squeak?

You have a point. Oromis abandoned the saddlebag and reached for another one. He shovelled mounds of socks and sweatshirts and jerseys out, then gave an exasperated loud snort and turned the bag upside down. Nope. Nothing in there either.

Glaedr watched through the window with interest from atop his perch on the Town Hall roof as pillows and bolsters and underwears flew up in the air. He even thought he spotted a pair of skiing boots and an oxygen tank. He decided not comment on it.

Glaedr waited for a very long while as Oromis continued on his escapade through his mountainous saddlebags, listening to the endless shuffling noises. A pair of fluffy polkadotted bedroom slippers fell out the window. There was a pause in the shufflings as Oromis wheeled, stared wildly out the window and swore. That was my favourite pair! He cried. Then he shrugged and continued his search.

At long last Oromis gave a satisfied Ah that roused Glaedr from his nap.

Did you find it? Let me guess; it's an egg.

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? YOU COULD HAVE SAVED ME A LOT OF EFFORT!

You never asked.

Do I need to!?

Besides, I was rather interested on what was inside your saddlebags that made them so heavy.

Argh. This is nothing, really. Just my daily necessities.

Glaedr suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. So… Which egg is it? He asked in an exasperated tone.

The pink one. I really wonder where this came from. Were there any purple dragons I know of?

Kialandi's? You know, that elf-Rider with the big purple dragon-what's his-name?

Ahh, yes, Oromis nodded slowly. But he never had –

Exactlyy. No sane dragon would ever want to court a howling purple cabbage. So drop it. Anyway – shouldn't you be attending to the egg? I wouldn't be surprised if it's already hatched.

Okay, okay. And it hasn't hatched yet.

How is it?

… Not very active. No wait – now it is.

Now Glaedr had to fight the overpowering urge to facepalm. You should help it. Don't you have a sledgehammer somewhere in your saddlebags?

Ahh yes, I think I do. Yes, I have several.

Put them to use for once, then.

Master said dragon eggs can't be broken.

Then how would the dragon come out of the egg?

Oh.

Exactly.

But… if the egg did break, wouldn't that kill the hatchling inside?

Crack.

I told you to hurry up. Now look what you've made the poor hatchling do, Glaedr growled.

What? It looks perfectly fine to me. The tiny hot-pink dragon squeaked loudly in protest of the termite-infested floor, licking off the membranes that encased it. It sniffed around interestedly at Oromis's saddlebags.

'Hey! Not that one! Those are my books! And don't you dare touch that one. Those are my crisps,' Oromis cried, snatching the saddlebags out of the dragon's way. The pink dragon snorted and stared up at the Rider with wide, interested eyes. Which brand? It said. Glaedr choked on his tongue.

The dragon's rose-coloured eyes narrowed. You're not my Rider. Who are you? Where's my Rider?

Oromis and Glaedr exchanged perplexed glanced through the window. Neither of them knew.

Hmm, that might have turned out a little longer than the previous chapter. Oh, well. I hope I'll soon have time to write full-lenght chapters again. And very sorry to anyone who's patiently waiting for me to update my other stories, but I probably won't be updating anytime soon... :/

Please review and tell me what you think. ;)