21.Feb.12, 10:09 AM
It took a few moments before Jada uncrossed her arms, straightening her spine and looking around. It wouldn't do to be thought of as weak, even after a kick to the head like the last egg that she touched had given her. There were many people here after all, Candidates and leadership alike. She composed herself, looking over the eggs. How many would she get to Touch? She glanced over at G'rem, and was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't making any motions to come her way, even though she had been unsure for a few moments. That was oddly reassuring, actually.
So much of her growing life had been under the impression (hah!) that dragons were dead, that the majesty and mystery of the large beasts was gone, only to be remembered in song and story. Jada had grown up thinking that her chance to see and admire the creatures had been missed, and that was why she had gone to the Weyr that day. Curiosity, maybe a little whimsy. How was she to know? Now she was surrounded by them. All because of some lumphead and his dragon.
Moving over to a pale grey egg, Jada inspected it carefully. The color was bland, but there was a whitish spot on one side. ((Birds of a Feather.)) Gingerly, Jada knelt down next to the egg, feeling the heat of the sand through her breeches. It was almost unpleasant, actually. Leaning in, she pressed her hands to this egg, preparing herself for an assault like the last one had given her.
So much of her growing life had been under the impression (hah!) that dragons were dead, that the majesty and mystery of the large beasts was gone, only to be remembered in song and story. Jada had grown up thinking that her chance to see and admire the creatures had been missed, and that was why she had gone to the Weyr that day. Curiosity, maybe a little whimsy. How was she to know? Now she was surrounded by them. All because of some lumphead and his dragon.
Moving over to a pale grey egg, Jada inspected it carefully. The color was bland, but there was a whitish spot on one side. ((Birds of a Feather.)) Gingerly, Jada knelt down next to the egg, feeling the heat of the sand through her breeches. It was almost unpleasant, actually. Leaning in, she pressed her hands to this egg, preparing herself for an assault like the last one had given her.