23.Nov.13, 12:38 PM
Indamor, weyrbrat (B'jin's son)
Indamor stood back as others rushed off in every direction, clearly more than a little eager to take part in the Touching. He watched out of the corner of his eye as his father wandered over to the gold egg; Indamor knew it was normal for the candidates to get excitable about the Touching, but his father was being as eccentric as ever, bouncing all over the place. Indamor was pretty sure Shimmer would have no brains at all when the man finally put her down.Firelizards are born without brains, the green dragon’s comment took the boy by surprise, but all he did was smile slightly, then frown.
Well. No point in standing around, and an hour would surely come to a close sooner rather than later! Taking a deep breath, Indamor’s brown eyes scanned the collection of candidates and eggs before spotting one that seemed just right. It was on the larger side of things, which Indamor was inclined to believe indicated a bronze or a brown rather than a green or a blue. He loved Larrikith, but he did not wish the life of a greenrider for himself! He would take a bronze, a brown if he had to, but certainly never a blue. Indamor would rather live without a dragon of his own than bond to a blue!
The orange-esque shade of the shell was reassuring to the young man. Surely a bronze was held within such an egg! It would only make sense, of course, even if said bronze were slightly on the smaller side. That couldn’t be helped, and he supposed thinking about it for the next twenty minutes wouldn’t tell him anything either. With B’jin never having experienced Touching, and Indamor incredibly disinclined to talk to R’nd about anything, if he could avoid it, Indamor had no second hand knowledge to go off of.
Pursing his lips, Indamor gently laid his hand upon the shell of the egg, and frowned slightly as he waited for something to happen.
Creativity Takes Courage.
Indamor stood back as others rushed off in every direction, clearly more than a little eager to take part in the Touching. He watched out of the corner of his eye as his father wandered over to the gold egg; Indamor knew it was normal for the candidates to get excitable about the Touching, but his father was being as eccentric as ever, bouncing all over the place. Indamor was pretty sure Shimmer would have no brains at all when the man finally put her down.
Well. No point in standing around, and an hour would surely come to a close sooner rather than later! Taking a deep breath, Indamor’s brown eyes scanned the collection of candidates and eggs before spotting one that seemed just right. It was on the larger side of things, which Indamor was inclined to believe indicated a bronze or a brown rather than a green or a blue. He loved Larrikith, but he did not wish the life of a greenrider for himself! He would take a bronze, a brown if he had to, but certainly never a blue. Indamor would rather live without a dragon of his own than bond to a blue!
The orange-esque shade of the shell was reassuring to the young man. Surely a bronze was held within such an egg! It would only make sense, of course, even if said bronze were slightly on the smaller side. That couldn’t be helped, and he supposed thinking about it for the next twenty minutes wouldn’t tell him anything either. With B’jin never having experienced Touching, and Indamor incredibly disinclined to talk to R’nd about anything, if he could avoid it, Indamor had no second hand knowledge to go off of.
Pursing his lips, Indamor gently laid his hand upon the shell of the egg, and frowned slightly as he waited for something to happen.
Creativity Takes Courage.