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16.Mar.13, 08:30 PM
The egg was warm, warmer than the others, and Ryvian almost liked it. He was a child of summer with having been born in Ista and then going to the southern continent at an early age so Ryvian loved the heat and sun and took comfort in the warmth radiating from the egg. His fingers tingled from it, like when a foot or hand dipped into a bath that was prepared a bit too warmly but he knew that wasn’t anything to worry about. Or so he thought! The sensation quickly spread throughout and it intensified to the point that Ryvian was suddenly snapping his hand away from the shell and hissing in pain as if he truly was burned. He eyed his palm for several long moments to make sure he actually hadn’t received some degree of a burn before shaking his head at it and then the egg. What was going on with these dragonets?
He hadn’t really felt a true connection with either creature that he had tried to meet but instead felt like he was being scared away by some form of pain or another. In past clutches the dragonets seemed far more curious and prodded at his mind, but these ones wanted nothing to do with him – unless they were testing his limits. That could be if they were crafty little things hidden behind the hardening shells. Perhaps one more egg to test the theory was in order?
Ryvian glanced over at Indivara to see what she made of his current reaction and which egg she suggested next but he saw her with Isscer. He frowned, unsure why a Northerner was trying to chat Indivara up but the expression he could see on her face showed it wasn’t going in Isscer’s favour and that made up for being ignored. Ryvian smirked, knowing the guy didn’t have a chance in whatever he was playing at and turned back to the eggs. One more; that was all he was going to allow himself to see what this clutch was all about.
He walked over to a grey egg that seemed to be ignored, at least for the moment and Ryvian felt a bond already. Nyvian was off exploring his own eggs and Indivara forgot all about him so the little grey egg that seemed to have darker grey dappled on its base was meant for him right then. He was about to find out if that statement was true or not when his palm connected with the shell.
ooc: Treason Egg!
He hadn’t really felt a true connection with either creature that he had tried to meet but instead felt like he was being scared away by some form of pain or another. In past clutches the dragonets seemed far more curious and prodded at his mind, but these ones wanted nothing to do with him – unless they were testing his limits. That could be if they were crafty little things hidden behind the hardening shells. Perhaps one more egg to test the theory was in order?
Ryvian glanced over at Indivara to see what she made of his current reaction and which egg she suggested next but he saw her with Isscer. He frowned, unsure why a Northerner was trying to chat Indivara up but the expression he could see on her face showed it wasn’t going in Isscer’s favour and that made up for being ignored. Ryvian smirked, knowing the guy didn’t have a chance in whatever he was playing at and turned back to the eggs. One more; that was all he was going to allow himself to see what this clutch was all about.
He walked over to a grey egg that seemed to be ignored, at least for the moment and Ryvian felt a bond already. Nyvian was off exploring his own eggs and Indivara forgot all about him so the little grey egg that seemed to have darker grey dappled on its base was meant for him right then. He was about to find out if that statement was true or not when his palm connected with the shell.
ooc: Treason Egg!
