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11.Nov.14, 09:57 PM
Siandrian was growing bored with the Hatching that had started out at a decent enough pace but had now grinded to a halt. Why couldn’t they all hatch at once? It’d be kind of cool to see a flurry of activity with dragonets rushing every which way to find their bonded. Instead, they were left standing around watching eggs wiggle but do nothing else. When another blue finally broke free and headed toward him, Siandrian cocked his head to the side and cautiously watched it, wondering which boy near him was meant for him.
When the blue sat down in front of him and simply stared at him, Siandrian shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other for a moment and his cautious expression turned to one of confusion. “No,” he finally spoke, not at all impressed with the idea of, well, Impressing a blue. He was bound for greater things, like a bronze, not a blue like his absentee father. This dragonet even had the icy shades of Zeianth. It was so many levels of wrong.
“Go away, Equinnyth. We’re not meant for each other.” His voice was firm but once the words were out of his mouth, Siandrian’s eyes widened and he cursed under his breath. He knew the dragonet’s name! Despite his opinion that he wasn’t meant for a blue, there was already a fondness there for the dragonet still staring at him.
“Fine; whatever. Let’s go,” with that, Siandrian gave in, a small smile trying to tug at his lips as the new blue pair walked to the feeding area. Like those before him, he stopped to give their names, patting his dragonet on his head as he did so.
“S’dri of blue Equinnyth.” If he was going to be a bluerider, at least he had an awesome name to go with it. Although, Equinnyth did sound kind of girly.
When the blue sat down in front of him and simply stared at him, Siandrian shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other for a moment and his cautious expression turned to one of confusion. “No,” he finally spoke, not at all impressed with the idea of, well, Impressing a blue. He was bound for greater things, like a bronze, not a blue like his absentee father. This dragonet even had the icy shades of Zeianth. It was so many levels of wrong.
“Go away, Equinnyth. We’re not meant for each other.” His voice was firm but once the words were out of his mouth, Siandrian’s eyes widened and he cursed under his breath. He knew the dragonet’s name! Despite his opinion that he wasn’t meant for a blue, there was already a fondness there for the dragonet still staring at him.
“Fine; whatever. Let’s go,” with that, Siandrian gave in, a small smile trying to tug at his lips as the new blue pair walked to the feeding area. Like those before him, he stopped to give their names, patting his dragonet on his head as he did so.
“S’dri of blue Equinnyth.” If he was going to be a bluerider, at least he had an awesome name to go with it. Although, Equinnyth did sound kind of girly.
