02.Mar.12, 12:34 AM
Kerrin retracted his hands sharply when the egg's knife-edged words - feelings, rather - of screaming admonition buffeted his mind all in a single terrifying instant, loud enough in his own mind to nearly bowl him over with the sheer power of its wordless rebuke. Nearly! He remained still however, save for a quick and frantic shake of his head as if meant to physically dislodge the memories the egg's inhabitant had dredged back up from the depths of his consciousness, and stared at the dark blue shell in utter bewilderment. Had that really been a dragonet speaking to him like that?! Kerrin whirled around to direct a suspicious gaze at G'rem, tempted to accuse the crotchety old bluerider of some sort of cruel treachery just to teach him some kind of bizarre personal lesson alongside the usual boring Candidate class nonsense... but shells, even he knew that there was just no possible way that even G'rem could have sabotaged Nirinath's clutch. Not only was it impossible to do, but no dragonrider would ever dream of approaching the queen's eggs with trickery in mind.
So that left only one possibility, Kerrin concluded with an indignant snort. There was a little dragonet version of his father in that sharding egg. Just what he needed! Dad, with teeth and talons and enough body weight to squash him if he misbehaved. "I have some choice words for you when you come out, little one," said glumly to the egg, standing and brushing warm sand off his knees. Maybe that still-developing dragonet didn't realize how serious he was when it came to being a good dragonrider, but sure as a green would fly, he'd tell it! Preferably while he was still bigger than it, of course.
Anyway. That was enough egg touching business for him; he was quite through. "I'm out," he announced to no one in particular, with a final pat of loose grains from his pants. Let G'rem try and stop him if he liked, but the event was clearly wrapping up, and the sands were sweltering hot, and Kerrin was quite set on leaving.
So that left only one possibility, Kerrin concluded with an indignant snort. There was a little dragonet version of his father in that sharding egg. Just what he needed! Dad, with teeth and talons and enough body weight to squash him if he misbehaved. "I have some choice words for you when you come out, little one," said glumly to the egg, standing and brushing warm sand off his knees. Maybe that still-developing dragonet didn't realize how serious he was when it came to being a good dragonrider, but sure as a green would fly, he'd tell it! Preferably while he was still bigger than it, of course.
Anyway. That was enough egg touching business for him; he was quite through. "I'm out," he announced to no one in particular, with a final pat of loose grains from his pants. Let G'rem try and stop him if he liked, but the event was clearly wrapping up, and the sands were sweltering hot, and Kerrin was quite set on leaving.