30.Jul.21, 01:12 PM
Orgailian was all for supporting family and friends but he hadn’t been too sure about Thallyath’s latest clutch. He still remembered clearly his own reaction to the eggs and how others had suffered as well and he didn’t want to repeat that. It didn’t matter that any egg ran the chance of fucking with their minds and pointing out flaws or horrible things they had done. None of those experiences came close to what that cursed clutch gave. But Mylorah was persistent, obnoxious even, and he eventually joined her ranks of loyal Candidates. He particularly found her argument about how ditching this Hatching would be an insult to the Ista Weywoman and the Telgar Weyrleader. Like he really cared about that but he rolled his eyes and agreed all the same.
It looked like a healthier clutch, at least. It was his first time getting a proper look at it, having only stood in the entrance once previously to call out for Casa and then leaving. Now, Orgailian took a moment to gaze upon the clutch. It was larger than the last, but a bronze sire would do that, and while they were still small, the eggs seemed healthier. Thallyath also seemed liked she loved these eggs while before she was miserable and looked like she would have abandoned them if it wasn’t for duty.
His feet guided him to an egg more in the centre of the cluster when they were able to begin. Again, he didn’t have a goal in mind, just walked until he stopped before an egg. This one would do and Orgailian studied it for the briefest of moments before whispering, “let’s see what you have in store for me,” as he placed his palm against the surface.
Egg 4, please.
It looked like a healthier clutch, at least. It was his first time getting a proper look at it, having only stood in the entrance once previously to call out for Casa and then leaving. Now, Orgailian took a moment to gaze upon the clutch. It was larger than the last, but a bronze sire would do that, and while they were still small, the eggs seemed healthier. Thallyath also seemed liked she loved these eggs while before she was miserable and looked like she would have abandoned them if it wasn’t for duty.
His feet guided him to an egg more in the centre of the cluster when they were able to begin. Again, he didn’t have a goal in mind, just walked until he stopped before an egg. This one would do and Orgailian studied it for the briefest of moments before whispering, “let’s see what you have in store for me,” as he placed his palm against the surface.
Egg 4, please.