08.Jan.21, 04:36 PM
Mads’ hand stroked the shell gently, one of the few times the young man was gentle, as the dragonet inside began to respond. He was pleased at the shy nature of the creature inside the shell and he crooned softly. He wasn’t all terrible, mostly Madelan knew exactly what he wanted and he was never afraid to take it if necessary but he knew that taking in this moment was a bad idea. Perhaps he’d thought it too much or too deeply and the dragonet shifted away until the touch was gone completely.
He shrugged with the movement, smirking slightly as he moved on to the next egg. His eyes drifted around the hatching sands, landing on candidates he’d have liked to see different times and a hot ass weyrwoman he knew he’d die if he touched. The smirk never really left his mouth as he moved around the eggs. The one he chose stood off to the side. This one was rougher, lumpy in the area his hand reached and Mads laid a palm on it.
Egg #30
He shrugged with the movement, smirking slightly as he moved on to the next egg. His eyes drifted around the hatching sands, landing on candidates he’d have liked to see different times and a hot ass weyrwoman he knew he’d die if he touched. The smirk never really left his mouth as he moved around the eggs. The one he chose stood off to the side. This one was rougher, lumpy in the area his hand reached and Mads laid a palm on it.
Egg #30