04.Jan.20, 01:51 PM
Fediletch was having a hard time containing his excitement, and sometimes that made his face come out in an awkward nervous grimace rather than a smile. It was his first touching, there had been others since he'd gotten to Telgar Weyr and become a candidate, but the timing had never been right for those. He hadn't felt ready, and dragons were far too important to try and rush. He still wasn't sure he was ready if he was honest, but at least he was more prepared this time! He could even write his own name now, and was sure if he got a dragon he could figure out how to write its name as well.
He ran his fingers through his hair to give his scalp a quick soothing scratch as he made his way up to Rhaedalyn and then to the eggs beyond. Fetch had heard some stories, enough to know that things could happen, but he had no idea what was going to happen. The goldrider seemed confident and reassuring enough though that he was able to give her a more genuine quick smile as he muttered a soft, "Thank you," before scurrying off to find an egg.
How would he even know which egg was his? There were so many! Sure there had been talks that he'd just feel it in his gut, or maybe just get lucky, but he still wasn't sure. He very carefully tried to find the largest paths around to avoid bumping into any one, or any eggs. He'd lost count of the eggs as he walked around, eyes keenly studying all their subtle differences in appearance until finally he found one to touch. There was just something about the arrangement of small lumps on one end of it that reminded him of his pillow, and maybe that was the sign. After making sure he wasn't in anyone's way, Fetch took a breath and reached out to touch the egg, his face serious, and voice soft as he said, "Hello, I'm Fediletch. People call me Fetch."
Egg 17
He ran his fingers through his hair to give his scalp a quick soothing scratch as he made his way up to Rhaedalyn and then to the eggs beyond. Fetch had heard some stories, enough to know that things could happen, but he had no idea what was going to happen. The goldrider seemed confident and reassuring enough though that he was able to give her a more genuine quick smile as he muttered a soft, "Thank you," before scurrying off to find an egg.
How would he even know which egg was his? There were so many! Sure there had been talks that he'd just feel it in his gut, or maybe just get lucky, but he still wasn't sure. He very carefully tried to find the largest paths around to avoid bumping into any one, or any eggs. He'd lost count of the eggs as he walked around, eyes keenly studying all their subtle differences in appearance until finally he found one to touch. There was just something about the arrangement of small lumps on one end of it that reminded him of his pillow, and maybe that was the sign. After making sure he wasn't in anyone's way, Fetch took a breath and reached out to touch the egg, his face serious, and voice soft as he said, "Hello, I'm Fediletch. People call me Fetch."
Egg 17