30.Sep.14, 03:25 PM
He knew it probably wasn't a good idea for him to daydream, in fact it was a possibly fatal one, but he couldn't help it. The sands were hot, he was tired from preforming both his candidate and journeyman duties, and the bath earlier (however brief it was) had done a more than applaudible job at loosening some of the tension in his back. Firah at least had had the good foresight to step back a few paces in case he really did loose focus on the hatching. Gritting his teeth the beastcrafter rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to rouse himself. It wasn't like he was disinterested in a chance at Impressing, he didn't want to send off that sort of vibe, but with the long periods of inactivity between waves of hatchlings were rather boring. It was hard not to think that way after having stood multiple times, it took away the wonder that most people felt when standing for their very first. For those who were there voluntarily at least. There certainly hadn't been any warm feelings coming from the Beastcrafter when he stepped onto the sands for the first time near to five turns ago.
Using the tips of his fingers Firah aggressively ruffled his hair trying to stimulate his brain into working better. Opening his eyes he froze as he locked eyes with a very real and very present hatchling right at his feet. Yep. This is how he died. Wasn't his life supposed to flash before his eyes? The edges of his mouth twitched as he watched the Blue. There didn't seem to be aggressive posturing. No bared teeth or claws, no red eyes... If he wasn't going to get mauled then, was this it? Was the Blue going to choose him? He didn't feel any different. When the hatchling snorted and moved off Firah sighed, drawing a hand down his face in relief. Sure the Blue hadn't Impressed to him, but he hadn't deemed it necessary to injure him for any reason.
The upside of the encounter was that his body was back on full alert. No baby would sneak up on him now and if they did, well, it wouldn't be due to his drifting off. Blinking as he watched the remaining eggs wobble, crack, and what have you, the beast crafter struck up the conversation that had petered off due when the Greens had hatched. A different topic of course. He needed something more interesting than mundane conversation to keep him active. While most of his attention was captured by the eggs he did occasionally glance at his companion.
Using the tips of his fingers Firah aggressively ruffled his hair trying to stimulate his brain into working better. Opening his eyes he froze as he locked eyes with a very real and very present hatchling right at his feet. Yep. This is how he died. Wasn't his life supposed to flash before his eyes? The edges of his mouth twitched as he watched the Blue. There didn't seem to be aggressive posturing. No bared teeth or claws, no red eyes... If he wasn't going to get mauled then, was this it? Was the Blue going to choose him? He didn't feel any different. When the hatchling snorted and moved off Firah sighed, drawing a hand down his face in relief. Sure the Blue hadn't Impressed to him, but he hadn't deemed it necessary to injure him for any reason.
The upside of the encounter was that his body was back on full alert. No baby would sneak up on him now and if they did, well, it wouldn't be due to his drifting off. Blinking as he watched the remaining eggs wobble, crack, and what have you, the beast crafter struck up the conversation that had petered off due when the Greens had hatched. A different topic of course. He needed something more interesting than mundane conversation to keep him active. While most of his attention was captured by the eggs he did occasionally glance at his companion.