20.Jul.14, 03:19 PM
Oslanis rocked back on his heels still struggling to fully grasp the fact that he was a candidate for a fucking dragon! This sort of thing didn't happen to men like him, outside of a harper's tale. Just a few months aga dragons didn't even exist and now here he was getting a few last minute instructions before he was allowed to actual touch dragon eggs. It didn't make one bit of sense, but he wasn't about to say no to a chance like this. Even if he failed to impress life as a candidate beat travel from one hold to the next to find work.
He chuckled after Tiatiath's toothy display, only mildly worried about getting snapped up by a hatchling. Surely there wouldn't be this many eager faces if hatchlings were very dangerous. If he could dodge angry husbands, and wives, he could surely manage to evade a freshly hatched dragon. Oslanis joined the surge of candidates toward the clutch, not really heading for any particular egg, but just letting himself be swept along until his feet came to a stop.
The egg was a bright, summer sky blue, maybe even a few shades brighter upon closer study. Oslanis dropped into a crouch as he examined it, marveling in how brilliant the color was, he hadn't anticipated such vibrancy in an egg. Mimicking the actions of the candidates around him he placed his hand gently against it, wary of marring the surface with a work hardened and stained hand. It took a few moments and he was just about to move on when it felt like something almost physically fell against him except it actually just happened in his mind, which was an incredible odd sensation. "Whoa there take it easy." He murmured with a gentle chuckle. He sensed an apologetic embarrassment as dragonet seemed to regain its balance after its initial stumble. Maybe some other candidate's mind would have been less treacherous, but Oslanis had a few years under his belt and had already seen an done a good deal. He could feel the creature bumping into various memories and even dragging up a few he'd forgotten about. He tried to help the dragonet along, but he wasn't sure how much help he really was.
Almost as quickly as it had stumbled into him the dragonet seemed to fall away, perhaps worn out by its adventures. With a last gentle pat Oslanis stood back up and moved off to see what another egg might have in store for him.
OOC: The Gleaming egg was touched.
He chuckled after Tiatiath's toothy display, only mildly worried about getting snapped up by a hatchling. Surely there wouldn't be this many eager faces if hatchlings were very dangerous. If he could dodge angry husbands, and wives, he could surely manage to evade a freshly hatched dragon. Oslanis joined the surge of candidates toward the clutch, not really heading for any particular egg, but just letting himself be swept along until his feet came to a stop.
The egg was a bright, summer sky blue, maybe even a few shades brighter upon closer study. Oslanis dropped into a crouch as he examined it, marveling in how brilliant the color was, he hadn't anticipated such vibrancy in an egg. Mimicking the actions of the candidates around him he placed his hand gently against it, wary of marring the surface with a work hardened and stained hand. It took a few moments and he was just about to move on when it felt like something almost physically fell against him except it actually just happened in his mind, which was an incredible odd sensation. "Whoa there take it easy." He murmured with a gentle chuckle. He sensed an apologetic embarrassment as dragonet seemed to regain its balance after its initial stumble. Maybe some other candidate's mind would have been less treacherous, but Oslanis had a few years under his belt and had already seen an done a good deal. He could feel the creature bumping into various memories and even dragging up a few he'd forgotten about. He tried to help the dragonet along, but he wasn't sure how much help he really was.
Almost as quickly as it had stumbled into him the dragonet seemed to fall away, perhaps worn out by its adventures. With a last gentle pat Oslanis stood back up and moved off to see what another egg might have in store for him.
OOC: The Gleaming egg was touched.