11.Jan.14, 06:42 PM
He had forgotten how it had felt to participate in a Touching. Sometime during the exchange Firah had dropped down into a crouch, his hand sliding down the egg's shell as he focused on the Dragon as it rose to greet him. As they ran through snapshots of his life and the moments he held most dear all of the tension that the Beastcrafter held in his shoulders dropped away. When the little dragon inside withdrew his world came back into focus, with a sigh and a small smile he gave the egg a small pat before pushing himself up so that he was standing again. He left the egg to wonder among the others, reflecting on the feelings and memories the egg had left him with.
The memory that was the strongest for him was the birth of his son Farayn, he'd never been more proud. The baby had been born healthy and strong, and because it had been a boy it made Firah's life easier. He then had an heir who would help support the family and eventually take over when he himself grew too old to work. He had to take a moment of pause as he tried to suppress the thoughts weaving in and out of his head. Whatever hatched from that egg would have a very positive outlook on life. Too bad that life wasn't simply beautiful. Sure, he couldn't deny some of it was, but not everything. Somethings were dark and scary, and no beauty could be found in them.
Firah continued to muse over his own thoughts until he narrowly avoided kicking an egg that gone unnoticed in his peripherals due to its rather bland color. Itching the side of his nose as he stared at the cream colored egg Firah decided that, since he almost hit it anyway, why not have it be the next on his list to touch.
Crouching he placed his hand on the dull looking shell.
The memory that was the strongest for him was the birth of his son Farayn, he'd never been more proud. The baby had been born healthy and strong, and because it had been a boy it made Firah's life easier. He then had an heir who would help support the family and eventually take over when he himself grew too old to work. He had to take a moment of pause as he tried to suppress the thoughts weaving in and out of his head. Whatever hatched from that egg would have a very positive outlook on life. Too bad that life wasn't simply beautiful. Sure, he couldn't deny some of it was, but not everything. Somethings were dark and scary, and no beauty could be found in them.
Firah continued to muse over his own thoughts until he narrowly avoided kicking an egg that gone unnoticed in his peripherals due to its rather bland color. Itching the side of his nose as he stared at the cream colored egg Firah decided that, since he almost hit it anyway, why not have it be the next on his list to touch.
Crouching he placed his hand on the dull looking shell.