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10.Jan.21, 03:49 AM
A long while was spent with that little egg, and they fed and nurtured each others’ courage. After the dragonet’s mind presence finally left, Aederyn reluctantly turned away with a warm, content calm sense of worth. More than ever, she felt that becoming a part of the Weyr was a good decision, even if she still felt like she didn’t always fit in.
Letting her hand slip from the eggshell, she hoped that, even if she did not Impress any within this clutch, she may at least befriend the two creatures she had interacted with, if the connections were remembered. Did an infant, dragon or otherwise, remember the voices heard while yet unborn? Thoughts of connections, dragon and human, drifted through her mind as she wandered among the clutch, waiting for other candidates to move or politely excusing herself as she sidestepped around them, lifting an eyebrow at one candidate who seemed to have been giving her some side-eye earlier…Landen? Hm…
Various connections danced through her mind: her parents, brother, mentors, lover, even the son she lost…She allowed herself one small moment of sadness to think on him. He’d be three turns old, now. With a small sigh, and bolstered by the boldness of the first egg and the courage discovered by the second, she realized something. Here among all of these beautiful eggs, among all this new life, she realized she couldn’t let that part of her own life hold her back. With a sense of resolve, she decided to believe that her boy, young he might have been if he were alive, would be proud of her. She’d cherish that idea forever. But it was time to move forward and forge new connections, and she couldn’t be afraid of that anymore, risk of loss or not. With bittersweet tears glittering in her eyes and a half-smile playing at her lips, she pressed both hands to one more egg.
#8
Letting her hand slip from the eggshell, she hoped that, even if she did not Impress any within this clutch, she may at least befriend the two creatures she had interacted with, if the connections were remembered. Did an infant, dragon or otherwise, remember the voices heard while yet unborn? Thoughts of connections, dragon and human, drifted through her mind as she wandered among the clutch, waiting for other candidates to move or politely excusing herself as she sidestepped around them, lifting an eyebrow at one candidate who seemed to have been giving her some side-eye earlier…Landen? Hm…
Various connections danced through her mind: her parents, brother, mentors, lover, even the son she lost…She allowed herself one small moment of sadness to think on him. He’d be three turns old, now. With a small sigh, and bolstered by the boldness of the first egg and the courage discovered by the second, she realized something. Here among all of these beautiful eggs, among all this new life, she realized she couldn’t let that part of her own life hold her back. With a sense of resolve, she decided to believe that her boy, young he might have been if he were alive, would be proud of her. She’d cherish that idea forever. But it was time to move forward and forge new connections, and she couldn’t be afraid of that anymore, risk of loss or not. With bittersweet tears glittering in her eyes and a half-smile playing at her lips, she pressed both hands to one more egg.
#8
