13.Mar.13, 11:25 AM
Isscer was pleasantly surprised at the initial happiness from the egg, a faint almost-smile stealing across his face. The Touchings were often strange; every egg had their own presence of being, but Isscer had often found that the Katilian eggs were tricky. His thumb moved in an absent-minded stroke along the shell as he wondered what had gotten into this dragonet, why it was actually nice.
Waves of cruelty began to invade his mind, and Isscer's mouth fell open, quickly shutting as he grimaced. Sharding dragons! He was not a cruel person, but the feelings of darkness seemed to latch onto the despair and wavering hope he tried to hid, aggravating them further. It wasn't quite unlike rubbing salt in an open wound, and he hissed through his teeth, hand dropping away as he took a quick step back. The look he shot the Weyrlingmaster was smug, as if to say 'I touched an egg, now I'm finished', but Isscer changed his mind about leaving.
Indivara was a strange sort, not that Isscer had ever had much to do with her. Her abrasive personality was fine--his own personality wasn't that friendly--but her marked dislike of the Northerners rankled. It was curious to see her looking so worn-down, and Isscer stepped away from the eggs to investigate. "You are looking well this afternoon, Indivara," Isscer greeted, hoping to push some buttons. "I'm surprised you're not out there looking for your bronze, regardless of orders."
Waves of cruelty began to invade his mind, and Isscer's mouth fell open, quickly shutting as he grimaced. Sharding dragons! He was not a cruel person, but the feelings of darkness seemed to latch onto the despair and wavering hope he tried to hid, aggravating them further. It wasn't quite unlike rubbing salt in an open wound, and he hissed through his teeth, hand dropping away as he took a quick step back. The look he shot the Weyrlingmaster was smug, as if to say 'I touched an egg, now I'm finished', but Isscer changed his mind about leaving.
Indivara was a strange sort, not that Isscer had ever had much to do with her. Her abrasive personality was fine--his own personality wasn't that friendly--but her marked dislike of the Northerners rankled. It was curious to see her looking so worn-down, and Isscer stepped away from the eggs to investigate. "You are looking well this afternoon, Indivara," Isscer greeted, hoping to push some buttons. "I'm surprised you're not out there looking for your bronze, regardless of orders."