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17.Nov.14, 10:48 PM
Ristandal was still having issues with breathing and fighting the urge to vomit thanks to the pressure he put on himself about Impressing or not when yet another dragon headed in his general direction. This time, a bronze seemed to show interest and he couldn’t decide if he wanted the little guy or not. His father would no doubt be thrilled if his son became a bronzerider like him but that brought on more anxiety for Ristandal about living up to his dad’s reputation.
When the bronze trotted on by, Ristandal was relieved but did his best to look like he wasn’t, which left him with an odd expression that likely led people into believing he had gas.
His expression slowly morphed, however, when the clumsy blue that bounced off another egg came towards him. With each step that kept the blue on a direction course to him, Ristandal’s eyes grew larger and he fought the urge to take a step back. Why was a blue interested in him? Maybe it was a mistake and he quickly looked around to see if anyone else was behind him. The blue stopped in front of him and Ristandal continued to stare and tried to breathe, but that was a skill he was learning he wasn’t quite good at.
“Y-you don’t want me, Edath. There are others that are far more… bluey than me.” Ristandal honestly didn’t know what colour he thought he was meant for and that had likely been part of the problem whenever Hatchings came around and he panicked over the dragonets running near him. His dad was bronze but he had friends or role models of all colours.
Edath tilted his head to the side, giving off every hint of curiosity as he regarded his bonded. I like you how you are and we can learn to be bluey together. Ristandal finally remembered how to smile, giving a lopsided goofy grin at the dragonet that made everything seem so simple and without consequence.
A glance up to where his dad was sitting showed M’ris smiling and giving him thumbs up. It didn’t seem like he was disappointed in not having a bronzerider for a son but Ristandal wondered if there was simply prestige in a dragonrider having his sons Impress any colour. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad being bonded to a blue. Edath was a pretty shade as well!
Still grinning and slightly tripping over his own feet on the walk off the Sands, Ristandal stopped to get their names recorded and stood a bit taller when his soothing-voiced dragonet announced them.
I am Edath and this is R’dal. We will go eat now, with business done, Edath wandered over to a bucket that was set down and R’dal happily followed behind, waving at his friends that had also Impressed.
When the bronze trotted on by, Ristandal was relieved but did his best to look like he wasn’t, which left him with an odd expression that likely led people into believing he had gas.
His expression slowly morphed, however, when the clumsy blue that bounced off another egg came towards him. With each step that kept the blue on a direction course to him, Ristandal’s eyes grew larger and he fought the urge to take a step back. Why was a blue interested in him? Maybe it was a mistake and he quickly looked around to see if anyone else was behind him. The blue stopped in front of him and Ristandal continued to stare and tried to breathe, but that was a skill he was learning he wasn’t quite good at.
“Y-you don’t want me, Edath. There are others that are far more… bluey than me.” Ristandal honestly didn’t know what colour he thought he was meant for and that had likely been part of the problem whenever Hatchings came around and he panicked over the dragonets running near him. His dad was bronze but he had friends or role models of all colours.
Edath tilted his head to the side, giving off every hint of curiosity as he regarded his bonded. I like you how you are and we can learn to be bluey together. Ristandal finally remembered how to smile, giving a lopsided goofy grin at the dragonet that made everything seem so simple and without consequence.
A glance up to where his dad was sitting showed M’ris smiling and giving him thumbs up. It didn’t seem like he was disappointed in not having a bronzerider for a son but Ristandal wondered if there was simply prestige in a dragonrider having his sons Impress any colour. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad being bonded to a blue. Edath was a pretty shade as well!
Still grinning and slightly tripping over his own feet on the walk off the Sands, Ristandal stopped to get their names recorded and stood a bit taller when his soothing-voiced dragonet announced them.
I am Edath and this is R’dal. We will go eat now, with business done, Edath wandered over to a bucket that was set down and R’dal happily followed behind, waving at his friends that had also Impressed.
