09.Jan.21, 12:49 PM
Madelan wasn't used to feeling like this. The warmth that the next egg greeted him with was enough to relax him, his hand stroking the shell as the dragonet touched his mind. It was an interesting feeling to feel as if you'd known something your entire life when you'd never met them at all but Mads couldn't help the smile that curved his harsh mouth. He fought back the urge to declare that yes they could be friends and the dragon could always lean on him. It was difficult and hard, but Mads didn't want to get the dragon's hopes up much less his own. He sighed as the dragonet left his mind and he moved away.
What exactly did it mean? That the normally harsh and dark reality his mind lived in was lifted for a moment. Madelan knew he wasn't nice, knew that he rarely exhibited a soft spot for anything that couldn't or wouldn't advance his own machinations but he had liked that feeling. He scowled as the thought rolled around his mind and he moved off to the next egg. Big hand laid against rough egg and Madelan concentrated.
Egg #35
What exactly did it mean? That the normally harsh and dark reality his mind lived in was lifted for a moment. Madelan knew he wasn't nice, knew that he rarely exhibited a soft spot for anything that couldn't or wouldn't advance his own machinations but he had liked that feeling. He scowled as the thought rolled around his mind and he moved off to the next egg. Big hand laid against rough egg and Madelan concentrated.
Egg #35