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04.Dec.13, 05:27 AM
Ryvian wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel when a little green hatchling came towards him and started sniffing about his feet that were growing a bit chilly from the dampness and impending storm. Had he Impressed to her? Was he just fascinating to her? What was she doing around him? Should he be upset she wasn’t talking to him or relieved since she was a green and while he wasn’t a colourist, he didn’t think he’d be a good fit for dragon type. In the end, the dragonet moved along to her actual bonded and Ryvian heaved a sigh that conveyed all of his confused emotions on the matter. He hadn’t been wanted by yet another dragonet but he was still alive. It wasn’t the end of the world like it once had seemed like.
It was when the second green dragonet found him and took to using him as a shield by hiding between his legs, that Ryvian started to wonder what was going on. Had he Impressed this one? Why were the green hatchlings all coming to him now? There was a slight theory forming that maybe they sensed he was kind and would be a good protector to them, as if he was destined for a strong colour that had influence. Then again, maybe he just came off as girly and gave the female dragons comfort in a sisterhood manner. Great; dragons considered him to be their little sister. If it was anything like friendships with humans, that meant they would never have a deeper bond. He was friend-zoned for life.
“Are you—yup, you are,” Ryvian had leaned over to look at the dragonet trying to bond with his legs just in time to see her take off to find her actual mate. It was odd, but he didn’t quite mind. The Hatching was winding down and he suspected it wasn’t meant to be, even before the last two finally cracked shells.
A blue and a bronze. He’d be happy with either but neither so much as even glanced his way as they both headed for Indamor. He didn’t know too much about the kid since they had different circle of friends given their ages and stages in life, but the bronze that finally claimed him seemed a far more natural fit than a blue.
That was that.
He was pleased to see everyone hatched safely and found their mates and was extra happy to see Casa with the gold. She was a sweet kid and Ryvian had a feeling she’d be a wonderful and attentive dragonrider. He’d have to congratulate her but it’d have to wait. There was always a line up to see the babies, especially the gold ones, and he’d see her at the gathering. For now, he’d head home and ponder why he wasn’t nearly as gutted as he had grown to be when it came to Hatchings. He was disappointed, naturally, but there wasn’t a desire to give up either. Maybe it was the dragonet’s influential words still lingering in his mind that made him want to keep trying. The little fella – or girl, since Ryvian missed seeing what came out of the shell – wouldn’t remember the connection they had, but he would and that was the important part.
While he wouldn’t call it a smile on his face as he meandered off the Sands with the others that were leftover, Ryvian wasn’t frowning or in shock either. It was just another bump in the road that he would recover from.
It was when the second green dragonet found him and took to using him as a shield by hiding between his legs, that Ryvian started to wonder what was going on. Had he Impressed this one? Why were the green hatchlings all coming to him now? There was a slight theory forming that maybe they sensed he was kind and would be a good protector to them, as if he was destined for a strong colour that had influence. Then again, maybe he just came off as girly and gave the female dragons comfort in a sisterhood manner. Great; dragons considered him to be their little sister. If it was anything like friendships with humans, that meant they would never have a deeper bond. He was friend-zoned for life.
“Are you—yup, you are,” Ryvian had leaned over to look at the dragonet trying to bond with his legs just in time to see her take off to find her actual mate. It was odd, but he didn’t quite mind. The Hatching was winding down and he suspected it wasn’t meant to be, even before the last two finally cracked shells.
A blue and a bronze. He’d be happy with either but neither so much as even glanced his way as they both headed for Indamor. He didn’t know too much about the kid since they had different circle of friends given their ages and stages in life, but the bronze that finally claimed him seemed a far more natural fit than a blue.
That was that.
He was pleased to see everyone hatched safely and found their mates and was extra happy to see Casa with the gold. She was a sweet kid and Ryvian had a feeling she’d be a wonderful and attentive dragonrider. He’d have to congratulate her but it’d have to wait. There was always a line up to see the babies, especially the gold ones, and he’d see her at the gathering. For now, he’d head home and ponder why he wasn’t nearly as gutted as he had grown to be when it came to Hatchings. He was disappointed, naturally, but there wasn’t a desire to give up either. Maybe it was the dragonet’s influential words still lingering in his mind that made him want to keep trying. The little fella – or girl, since Ryvian missed seeing what came out of the shell – wouldn’t remember the connection they had, but he would and that was the important part.
While he wouldn’t call it a smile on his face as he meandered off the Sands with the others that were leftover, Ryvian wasn’t frowning or in shock either. It was just another bump in the road that he would recover from.
