Post by Bee on Jun 23, 2010 2:14:07 GMT -5
Thalia promptly answered the questions her mother put before her, and agreed that the entire experimentation process had officially become totally benevolent because at the end of it, Brokat would be getting a new set of wings. Now it was really like they were doing a public service and only required a little something in return from their subject.
Their culturing and attempts to isolate strains of bacteria took a few days, under which Brokat was kept either safely in a medical coma or, when he woke up, in a nice box into which they slipped food and water. Monty prowled around the box eagerly, headbutting it and clawing at it, jumping on it, like a raptor poking at a fence to test it for weaknesses.
At some point she was vaguely aware that Mom had come by, offered an exasperated yet indulgent and entirely unconcerned "So, do you think this will end in success or death?", and left again.
Finally, they had a winner. Brokat was carefully and kindly knocked out and strapped to the table.
The plan, as she knew, was to get this on his rot and see what happened, and if it appeared to be a cure--well, the wings would come on, and he would be a healthy, happy, flying Lowlander!
Thalia fairly bounced with excitement. "Bring on the science," she chirped, gleefully.
Their culturing and attempts to isolate strains of bacteria took a few days, under which Brokat was kept either safely in a medical coma or, when he woke up, in a nice box into which they slipped food and water. Monty prowled around the box eagerly, headbutting it and clawing at it, jumping on it, like a raptor poking at a fence to test it for weaknesses.
At some point she was vaguely aware that Mom had come by, offered an exasperated yet indulgent and entirely unconcerned "So, do you think this will end in success or death?", and left again.
Finally, they had a winner. Brokat was carefully and kindly knocked out and strapped to the table.
The plan, as she knew, was to get this on his rot and see what happened, and if it appeared to be a cure--well, the wings would come on, and he would be a healthy, happy, flying Lowlander!
Thalia fairly bounced with excitement. "Bring on the science," she chirped, gleefully.
