23.Mar.13, 05:13 PM
The tiny egg was cradled gently in Isscer's hands, and he looked at with with a sense of amazement. At least there were no crazy feelings involved; this egg seemed normal, thank Faranath. Isscer very nearly frowned at V'zire's well-wishing, thinking that the very mention of a dragon for him was distasteful and could very well jinx him into actually Impressing.
He managed to keep a straight face, but there was no hiding the fact that Isscer noticeably relaxed when the conversation turned back to firelizards. He glanced down at the egg, then back at V'zire. He understood the hesitance behind not wanting a firelizard, let alone fourteen; the memory of the plague still lingered, but especially with the dragonriders. He might not have been fond of dragonriders or dragons, but the stories he had heard of how painful it was to lose a dragon were horrifying, even if he didn't fully understand how terrible it really was. He supposed he would never understand unless he Impressed, but Isscer did sympathize with the riders being afraid for their lifemates; he didn't wish any of them dead, after all.
"I thank you," Isscer said, a bit too formal and stiff, a nervous smile playing at his mouth. "I, uh, hope you manage to get rid of the rest," he added quickly, moving away from the table as Aeldan approached.
I wonder what you'll turn out to be? The egg seemed so fragile, and although Isscer still didn't really know how to feel about the firelizards, he knew that it needed to be cared for properly. Perhaps a bit of warm sand in an empty cup would do for now, at least until he could take it back to his area in the barracks... Isscer smiled, what felt like the first genuine smile in ages, and moved back towards the center of the Gather Square to see what he could scrounge up.
He managed to keep a straight face, but there was no hiding the fact that Isscer noticeably relaxed when the conversation turned back to firelizards. He glanced down at the egg, then back at V'zire. He understood the hesitance behind not wanting a firelizard, let alone fourteen; the memory of the plague still lingered, but especially with the dragonriders. He might not have been fond of dragonriders or dragons, but the stories he had heard of how painful it was to lose a dragon were horrifying, even if he didn't fully understand how terrible it really was. He supposed he would never understand unless he Impressed, but Isscer did sympathize with the riders being afraid for their lifemates; he didn't wish any of them dead, after all.
"I thank you," Isscer said, a bit too formal and stiff, a nervous smile playing at his mouth. "I, uh, hope you manage to get rid of the rest," he added quickly, moving away from the table as Aeldan approached.
I wonder what you'll turn out to be? The egg seemed so fragile, and although Isscer still didn't really know how to feel about the firelizards, he knew that it needed to be cared for properly. Perhaps a bit of warm sand in an empty cup would do for now, at least until he could take it back to his area in the barracks... Isscer smiled, what felt like the first genuine smile in ages, and moved back towards the center of the Gather Square to see what he could scrounge up.