19.Feb.12, 01:40 PM
The sands burned under her feet. How stupid was she to not have worn solid respectable boots. Not that she could find any that fit her. Lymsleia kicked herself for wearing her every day shoes. She'd felt sand between her toes at the beach, but this was rediculous, it felt like her feet were roasting on hot coals. But the eggs were an enticement. She simply stared. Star struck at her first view of dragon eggs. She felt her knees buckle a moment a thought. She stepped lightly ont he sands, she wanted to dance, but G'rem's warning keep her leggs firmly planted step by step.The dark-haired girl approached the golden Queen, Lymsleia felt her voice shake as she inhaled. Emotion clouded her mind, and then easing away as she brushed away a tear.
She bowed low, but then on a whim took it a step farther, sliding to her knees, and bending foreward pressing her head to the sands. She could practically feel blisters forming on her brown forehead. "Thank you, Nirinath, your children are lovely, and I for one am honored to be here." she felt unusual bowing so low, but it felt right. This female had given her all to produce this clutch, and she was apparently the last fertile female on the planet. A scary thought. Lymsleia rose slowly, measuring her breaths and checking her pulse as she got to her feet again. She looked once at the eggs, just a for a moment realizing she didn't know what the 'children' yet looked like, but
She backed away slowly from Nirnath and turned her attention back to the eggs. The few times she'd had a dragon touch her mind, she realized how gentle they all had been. Sweet, intruiged, though she'd really only met Ronarth on that level. She admired him. The big bronze who'd fathered this clutch of children made her smile.
"Dragon-man, dragon-man, between thee and thine, show us a love that's more divine." she intoned as she moved among the eggs carefully. G'rem's warning played in her head repeatedly as she walked towards the eggs. What was it like to truly touch the mind of a dragon. Ronarth's touching of her own mind had felt like a thin thread, not worn-thing, but naturally so, perhaps a rider-to dragon bond felt more like a good strong rope? She mused on it as she found herself standing in front of one of the eggs. She looked at her choices. Most were intriguingly colored. No chicken could have produced eggs like this. The pale yellow, green,grey and white of the Detailed Presence egg had her attention. She scanned the sands again, the grey-blue egg reminded her for a brief moment of looking at mirror her eyes were almost the hose shades, but she shook her head. No she needed to be focus. What sort of dragon lay within such a swirled shell? She smiled, knelt down, it felt easier to get on the dragon's 'height' and touch the shell. "Who are you?" she breathed in a cooing voice. It was the same voice she used with infants. "Who will you become?"
She bowed low, but then on a whim took it a step farther, sliding to her knees, and bending foreward pressing her head to the sands. She could practically feel blisters forming on her brown forehead. "Thank you, Nirinath, your children are lovely, and I for one am honored to be here." she felt unusual bowing so low, but it felt right. This female had given her all to produce this clutch, and she was apparently the last fertile female on the planet. A scary thought. Lymsleia rose slowly, measuring her breaths and checking her pulse as she got to her feet again. She looked once at the eggs, just a for a moment realizing she didn't know what the 'children' yet looked like, but
She backed away slowly from Nirnath and turned her attention back to the eggs. The few times she'd had a dragon touch her mind, she realized how gentle they all had been. Sweet, intruiged, though she'd really only met Ronarth on that level. She admired him. The big bronze who'd fathered this clutch of children made her smile.
"Dragon-man, dragon-man, between thee and thine, show us a love that's more divine." she intoned as she moved among the eggs carefully. G'rem's warning played in her head repeatedly as she walked towards the eggs. What was it like to truly touch the mind of a dragon. Ronarth's touching of her own mind had felt like a thin thread, not worn-thing, but naturally so, perhaps a rider-to dragon bond felt more like a good strong rope? She mused on it as she found herself standing in front of one of the eggs. She looked at her choices. Most were intriguingly colored. No chicken could have produced eggs like this. The pale yellow, green,grey and white of the Detailed Presence egg had her attention. She scanned the sands again, the grey-blue egg reminded her for a brief moment of looking at mirror her eyes were almost the hose shades, but she shook her head. No she needed to be focus. What sort of dragon lay within such a swirled shell? She smiled, knelt down, it felt easier to get on the dragon's 'height' and touch the shell. "Who are you?" she breathed in a cooing voice. It was the same voice she used with infants. "Who will you become?"