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11.Jan.14, 05:31 AM
Quirky's response to Sennia:
At Sennia's Touch, the little gold springs upon the girl's mind, poking and prodding for something fun. Wouldn't it be fun to dance in the rain? Surely it'd be better than having a melting heart. Why, that didn't sound like it'd be a very good thing at all! In fact, she thought the girl needed to loosen up and enjoy the smaller pleasures in life. Why fret over everything when there were sweets to eat and puddles to splash in? A wave of reassurance was sent to Sennia, encouraging the girl to just be herself and have fun where she could before gently pulling away from Sennia's mind.
Romanticist's response to Firah:
The inhabitant of the egg seems to purr at the Touch to the top of the egg; as if being petted and enjoying it. Isn't it nice to be admired and loved and to have physical contact with someone? The impression of a sigh of longing breezes around Firah as the dragonet frolics through memories of cherished times with family and special someones. To be loved by all would be nice but to have that one person to always be there and love in return would be wonderful indeed! Oh, what is this? A stroll through the forest of beautiful greens and browns. Delightful! Such beauty should be enjoyed, no need to rush through things.
As the dragonet withdraws, Firah is left relaxed with even a smile trying to appear at the encouragement to enjoy the beauty that can come from even the sand under his feet.
Illusion's response to Indivara:
Such a gentle Touch! It belied the aggression and tough girl act that Indivara so often displayed. The dragonet appreciated the many faces that could be worn and pressed closer against the girl's mind, exploring it for more truths; or lies. Why hide who you are and what you want? Easier that way or more fun? The dragonet within the egg that was both visible and hidden, pushed in deeper, wanting to know more about Indivara, seeking all there was about such a girl. Why act like a boy and then prance in dresses? Which was the real girl? Who did she want to keep off kilter with such things? Illusions were grand but it was easy to get lost within as well.
As the inhabitant pulls away, Indivara is left with a sense of encouragement to keep on as she was but not to lose focus of what was most desired.
Whimsical's response to Ryvian:
So many thoughts! So many emotions! Where did it start? Where did it end? The dragonet within the Whimsical egg seemed to bubble up with glee at the gentle touch from Ryvian’s hand, and fluttered around his mind – hopping, jumping, dancing – from thought to thought without any rhyme or reason, as each one made itself known to the youngster. A moment of mourning for the lost firelizard, confusion at all the negativity and then… – Who was this girl, who so strongly commanded much of Ryvian’s interest? Who was this girl, who had his body?
And what a strange way of celebrating their emotions that was!
That certainly captured the young dragon’s attention, and the flair of emotions – both past and present – that were felt by Ryvian in such times were latched on to. More of this strange act – Oh, it was called ‘sex’? – was dug into, the dragonet bringing forward every partner Ryvian had had, comparing them, comparing the emotions and the memories, and the whole while giving every impression of gently laughing at Ryvian’s present response.
At Sennia's Touch, the little gold springs upon the girl's mind, poking and prodding for something fun. Wouldn't it be fun to dance in the rain? Surely it'd be better than having a melting heart. Why, that didn't sound like it'd be a very good thing at all! In fact, she thought the girl needed to loosen up and enjoy the smaller pleasures in life. Why fret over everything when there were sweets to eat and puddles to splash in? A wave of reassurance was sent to Sennia, encouraging the girl to just be herself and have fun where she could before gently pulling away from Sennia's mind.
Romanticist's response to Firah:
The inhabitant of the egg seems to purr at the Touch to the top of the egg; as if being petted and enjoying it. Isn't it nice to be admired and loved and to have physical contact with someone? The impression of a sigh of longing breezes around Firah as the dragonet frolics through memories of cherished times with family and special someones. To be loved by all would be nice but to have that one person to always be there and love in return would be wonderful indeed! Oh, what is this? A stroll through the forest of beautiful greens and browns. Delightful! Such beauty should be enjoyed, no need to rush through things.
As the dragonet withdraws, Firah is left relaxed with even a smile trying to appear at the encouragement to enjoy the beauty that can come from even the sand under his feet.
Illusion's response to Indivara:
Such a gentle Touch! It belied the aggression and tough girl act that Indivara so often displayed. The dragonet appreciated the many faces that could be worn and pressed closer against the girl's mind, exploring it for more truths; or lies. Why hide who you are and what you want? Easier that way or more fun? The dragonet within the egg that was both visible and hidden, pushed in deeper, wanting to know more about Indivara, seeking all there was about such a girl. Why act like a boy and then prance in dresses? Which was the real girl? Who did she want to keep off kilter with such things? Illusions were grand but it was easy to get lost within as well.
As the inhabitant pulls away, Indivara is left with a sense of encouragement to keep on as she was but not to lose focus of what was most desired.
Whimsical's response to Ryvian:
So many thoughts! So many emotions! Where did it start? Where did it end? The dragonet within the Whimsical egg seemed to bubble up with glee at the gentle touch from Ryvian’s hand, and fluttered around his mind – hopping, jumping, dancing – from thought to thought without any rhyme or reason, as each one made itself known to the youngster. A moment of mourning for the lost firelizard, confusion at all the negativity and then… – Who was this girl, who so strongly commanded much of Ryvian’s interest? Who was this girl, who had his body?
And what a strange way of celebrating their emotions that was!
That certainly captured the young dragon’s attention, and the flair of emotions – both past and present – that were felt by Ryvian in such times were latched on to. More of this strange act – Oh, it was called ‘sex’? – was dug into, the dragonet bringing forward every partner Ryvian had had, comparing them, comparing the emotions and the memories, and the whole while giving every impression of gently laughing at Ryvian’s present response.
