19.Feb.12, 09:05 AM
Maybe tucking his lip between his teeth had been a bad plan before touching an egg, Jereken thought as he tasted the salty tang of blood. Not having brought a cloth onto the sands, and wanting to avoid getting any on his sleeve or shirt, he wiped his mouth with the back of his other hand, not breaking contact with the egg. As the memories flicker through his mind, his muscles tense and relax, until finally the soothing warmth floats through him.
As the loving feeling faded, Jereken took his hand slowly from the egg - the warning from G'rem about jumping back too quickly now makes a lot more sense - and kneels back in the sand, absently wiping his mouth again, but this time leaving a small streak of blood across his chin.
That was an intense few minutes, he thought, and looked around to see what reactions the other candidates have had to their own egg experiences, but couldn't see anyone's face. Twisting around, he can see the weyrlingmaster and decides to wait for his signal to stand - some people were after him and are still touching the eggs, while others are sitting back like he is.
Thinking about the touching while waiting for someone to speak, he wonders if it is allowed to touch the same egg again, and if so, if the experience would be different. The physical side of it was a little different from his expectations, the purely tactile feel of the shell was different from chicken's eggs, and it felt tougher, in a strange way.
As the loving feeling faded, Jereken took his hand slowly from the egg - the warning from G'rem about jumping back too quickly now makes a lot more sense - and kneels back in the sand, absently wiping his mouth again, but this time leaving a small streak of blood across his chin.
That was an intense few minutes, he thought, and looked around to see what reactions the other candidates have had to their own egg experiences, but couldn't see anyone's face. Twisting around, he can see the weyrlingmaster and decides to wait for his signal to stand - some people were after him and are still touching the eggs, while others are sitting back like he is.
Thinking about the touching while waiting for someone to speak, he wonders if it is allowed to touch the same egg again, and if so, if the experience would be different. The physical side of it was a little different from his expectations, the purely tactile feel of the shell was different from chicken's eggs, and it felt tougher, in a strange way.