05.Jan.20, 08:58 PM
Quinvalis stumbled away from the egg, eyes wide as he came to a stop and stood absolutely still and wasn’t sure he was even breathing as the ideas filled his head and the laughter kept ringing in his head. Of course he had thought of revenge on his uncle and cousins that took his dad’s farm—his farm. His dad was barely in the ground when they rolled up and claimed it as their own because he was too young to be of any use running it. Even his family at the tavern that took them in worked them harder and Quinvalis always felt like his cousins didn’t trust him. He couldn’t blame them given what his other cousins had done but he wasn’t like them!
And getting rid of the competition? He might have lost to A’tay—tall, gorgeous, and blonde so obviously he won—but Quinvalis had no desire to kill the man. He could barely even wish for the guy to stub his toe or fall while dancing in front of Madiquel. And Rhaedalyn certainly wasn’t her mother’s competition either. Yes, he kind of saw R’nya as a father figure since the bronzerider had been in his life almost longer than he’d not been but his mom didn’t want commitment and Quinvalis liked Rhaedalyn and the happy relationship she had with R’nya.
Why would this baby want him to do such things? He didn’t want any of that to happen! He wasn’t a mean person, he wasn’t! He had bad luck, sure, but that didn’t mean he had to take it out on other people. How could such a dragon exist? It was probably a brown, going off of random things he heard R’nya and others say. Please don’t let him Impress to that creature! It terrified him and he could only imagine what it would try to influence him to do once born and especially as an adult.
He needed a palate cleanser and circled around the clutch until he found a slightly smaller egg that was set just a bit further away from the others and being overlooked by his fellow Candidates. The egg reminded him of himself and Quinvalis quickly set his hand on the smooth shell, doing his best to remember that not only did people love him, but he should pay that love forward and did his best to let the lonely-looking egg know it was loved as well.
Egg 11.
And getting rid of the competition? He might have lost to A’tay—tall, gorgeous, and blonde so obviously he won—but Quinvalis had no desire to kill the man. He could barely even wish for the guy to stub his toe or fall while dancing in front of Madiquel. And Rhaedalyn certainly wasn’t her mother’s competition either. Yes, he kind of saw R’nya as a father figure since the bronzerider had been in his life almost longer than he’d not been but his mom didn’t want commitment and Quinvalis liked Rhaedalyn and the happy relationship she had with R’nya.
Why would this baby want him to do such things? He didn’t want any of that to happen! He wasn’t a mean person, he wasn’t! He had bad luck, sure, but that didn’t mean he had to take it out on other people. How could such a dragon exist? It was probably a brown, going off of random things he heard R’nya and others say. Please don’t let him Impress to that creature! It terrified him and he could only imagine what it would try to influence him to do once born and especially as an adult.
He needed a palate cleanser and circled around the clutch until he found a slightly smaller egg that was set just a bit further away from the others and being overlooked by his fellow Candidates. The egg reminded him of himself and Quinvalis quickly set his hand on the smooth shell, doing his best to remember that not only did people love him, but he should pay that love forward and did his best to let the lonely-looking egg know it was loved as well.
Egg 11.