29.Nov.13, 09:53 PM
Faredin longingly watched the first eggs hatch, endeavoring to ignore Diolon's bouncing enthusiasm at his side. That was easier than it sounded, since Diolon's excited commentary didn't seem to need an audience. His brother was watching for the thrill of seeing the Impressions and seeing whose friends or siblings Impressed, and reconstructing the event the next day with his own friends. Faredin remembered those days.
It was different now. He was a whole two turns older and the prospect of Impression, then a vague wealth of probability, was dangling just out of his reach. Frantic mental math had reassured him of a good likelihood of standing for Aradissicath's clutch, but who could tell with a gold's maiden clutch?
Though he knew it was next to impossible, he still watched the lone bronze with a glint of hope that it would know he'd be such a good rider, it would march right over and pull him straight out of the Sands. The bronze's subsequent choice brought a quiet, aggrieved sigh from his lips and a quick darting around for sign of more.
Ah, tweenage angst... Bo chirped in irritation at his human's petulance, reaching up to deliver an uncharacteristic nip to Faredin's ear. The boy yelped and shook his shoulder in reflexive reprimand, but Bo dug in and doggedly kept his perch. The battle of wills ended when Faredin spotted Flora nearby and took the opportunity to dodge his brother to go talk her her.
"Hey, Flora. It's a shame you can't be out there this time." Still impatient over his own restriction, Faredin wouldn't ever conceive of the possibility that Flora might not want to be out there. "But maybe next time, eh?" He added in optimistic consolation.
It was different now. He was a whole two turns older and the prospect of Impression, then a vague wealth of probability, was dangling just out of his reach. Frantic mental math had reassured him of a good likelihood of standing for Aradissicath's clutch, but who could tell with a gold's maiden clutch?
Though he knew it was next to impossible, he still watched the lone bronze with a glint of hope that it would know he'd be such a good rider, it would march right over and pull him straight out of the Sands. The bronze's subsequent choice brought a quiet, aggrieved sigh from his lips and a quick darting around for sign of more.
Ah, tweenage angst... Bo chirped in irritation at his human's petulance, reaching up to deliver an uncharacteristic nip to Faredin's ear. The boy yelped and shook his shoulder in reflexive reprimand, but Bo dug in and doggedly kept his perch. The battle of wills ended when Faredin spotted Flora nearby and took the opportunity to dodge his brother to go talk her her.
"Hey, Flora. It's a shame you can't be out there this time." Still impatient over his own restriction, Faredin wouldn't ever conceive of the possibility that Flora might not want to be out there. "But maybe next time, eh?" He added in optimistic consolation.