20.Feb.12, 05:36 PM
She wanted to hold onto that clarity and make it her own. "Thank you." she whispered to the egg. She felt her body slump against the sands, whispering her thanks to the small dragon inside the egg. Did they remember when they hatched who spoke to them? She was intruiged by this but got to her feet. Lingering by one egg, while letting its sibling stay untouched by human hands and hearts wasn't right. But she did silently thank the little dragon again for clearing her mind of the thorns and weeds which plagued it. Lymsleia could see the path now. And what glorious path it was.
She managed to find her feet, pushing off the sand slowly, she looked around. The other eggs were touched by other candidates. She reached back out to hestitant touch the egg that had given her clarity and then withdrew her hand. "Thank you."
She managed to find her feet, pushing off the sand slowly, she looked around. The other eggs were touched by other candidates. She reached back out to hestitant touch the egg that had given her clarity and then withdrew her hand. "Thank you."