04.Jan.20, 07:58 AM
Quinvalis was always excited and nervous at Touchings. Actually, he was worse for Hatchings. The Touchings didn't mean much to him other than to freak him out a bit. It was one thing to have a dragon speak to him, but it was quite another to have one hidden behind a shell probing around so much. It made him uncomfortable with how much they learned but he didn't think they retained any of that information upon hatching at least. Hatchings also gave him anxiety. What if he didn't Impress? He would disappoint not only his mom who always came to watch but R'nya who believed in him so much. What if he did Impress but it was the wrong colour?
So he was a bit miserable as he entered the Sands and not even seeing Aradissicath sitting proudly by her clutch and Rhaedalyn's normally infectious smile brightened his mood. And he knew it would only be worse in a week or so when the eggs hatched. At least he couldn't really be judged here, unless he reacted strongly and drew attention. He knew R'nya wouldn't even ask him about the responses he got since the bronzerider had once told him it was a private and personal thing that only had to be shared if you wanted it to be. He never shared it.
Maybe this time would be different. Maybe if he Impressed to an egg he Touched he would tell what his little mate thought at the time. But Aradissicath did like to move the eggs around so he might not even be able to find them again. He'd do his best, though, maybe ask Aradissicath not to move them or to keep the ones he Touched in a special spot. Was that using his connection with the leadership the wrong way?
He'd worry about that later. He had to get through this hour first. When they were able to go to the eggs, Quinvalis studied them for a moment and sought one out that was further back in a clump that no one had ventured to yet and gently placed his hand of the shell after a quick smile at Rhaedalyn.
Egg 9!
So he was a bit miserable as he entered the Sands and not even seeing Aradissicath sitting proudly by her clutch and Rhaedalyn's normally infectious smile brightened his mood. And he knew it would only be worse in a week or so when the eggs hatched. At least he couldn't really be judged here, unless he reacted strongly and drew attention. He knew R'nya wouldn't even ask him about the responses he got since the bronzerider had once told him it was a private and personal thing that only had to be shared if you wanted it to be. He never shared it.
Maybe this time would be different. Maybe if he Impressed to an egg he Touched he would tell what his little mate thought at the time. But Aradissicath did like to move the eggs around so he might not even be able to find them again. He'd do his best, though, maybe ask Aradissicath not to move them or to keep the ones he Touched in a special spot. Was that using his connection with the leadership the wrong way?
He'd worry about that later. He had to get through this hour first. When they were able to go to the eggs, Quinvalis studied them for a moment and sought one out that was further back in a clump that no one had ventured to yet and gently placed his hand of the shell after a quick smile at Rhaedalyn.
Egg 9!