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06.Oct.18, 11:13 PM
In his usual fashion of taking everything far too seriously, Rubren ignored all the other Candidates to methodically go through the eggs, Touching any that he felt called to him. This was his sixth Hatching, and therefore sixth Touching. They weren’t bad or anything, but he really wished he could just Impress soon. He was only sixteen, and he knew weyrbrats in their mid twenties who had been Standing as long as they were able and still had no dragon. Rubren didn’t want to wait that long. It sounded miserable to him.
In order to maximize his chances, he tried to reach as many eggs as he could during Touchings, just in case. He never got to all of them, even on smaller Clutches, and he knew there was no way he’d get through even half of this one. Even so, he could get to a good number of them. Looking over the Clutch and watching where most other Candidates were, Rubren picked his way over to an area that was more sparsely occupied. For whatever reason there weren’t as many people over here, though there were a number of eggs. Maybe they looked smaller and people didn’t want greens? Rubren wasn’t sure. He didn’t exactly want a green, but at previous Hatchings he’d seen browns and bronzes come from smaller eggs, and certainly blues, so in his mind it was worth Touching the smaller eggs as well. Just trust that he wasn’t really green material.
Rubren settled on a fairly middling sized egg mixed in with the smaller ones, moving forward to stand a step or so away from it. He didn’t bother saying anything to it, but he let his hand hover over the shell for a moment before setting it down to give the dragonet a chance to learn he was there.
Wit
In order to maximize his chances, he tried to reach as many eggs as he could during Touchings, just in case. He never got to all of them, even on smaller Clutches, and he knew there was no way he’d get through even half of this one. Even so, he could get to a good number of them. Looking over the Clutch and watching where most other Candidates were, Rubren picked his way over to an area that was more sparsely occupied. For whatever reason there weren’t as many people over here, though there were a number of eggs. Maybe they looked smaller and people didn’t want greens? Rubren wasn’t sure. He didn’t exactly want a green, but at previous Hatchings he’d seen browns and bronzes come from smaller eggs, and certainly blues, so in his mind it was worth Touching the smaller eggs as well. Just trust that he wasn’t really green material.
Rubren settled on a fairly middling sized egg mixed in with the smaller ones, moving forward to stand a step or so away from it. He didn’t bother saying anything to it, but he let his hand hover over the shell for a moment before setting it down to give the dragonet a chance to learn he was there.
Wit
