04.Jan.20, 03:39 PM
The serious frown on Fediletch's face had been replaced by an ecstatic grin. The baby dragon liked him! He knew it wasn't a guarantee that he would be picked once it broke free of the egg, there were so many other candidates to pick from after all, but it didn't matter anymore. This one liked him right now. He was doing something right, becoming a candidate wasn't a foolish waste of time like his father used to tell him. A baby dragon liked him before it could even see him, and that meant more than anything else at the moment.
Fetch wanted to just linger and talk with the baby dragon even though he wasn't sure it could hear him exactly through the shell, but there was a gentle nudge and the recommendation to move on so he begrudgingly straightened back up with a whispered, "It was nice to meet you."
He got back to carefully wandering the eggs, back to trying to find any recognizable patterns since clearly that was the way to go. One egg had freckles that reminded him of Fiona, and while he was tempted to touch it from the sense of familiarity he decided against it. He'd look for an egg that reminded him of something a bit happier (even if it wasn't a surprise that she left it still wasn't a pleasant experience).
That led Fetch to an egg with a pattern in its mottling that reminded him of a well marbled porterhouse steak. Still riding the optimistic and excited high from the last egg he reached out to touch this one too, once more introducing himself aloud to the egg.
Egg 37
Fetch wanted to just linger and talk with the baby dragon even though he wasn't sure it could hear him exactly through the shell, but there was a gentle nudge and the recommendation to move on so he begrudgingly straightened back up with a whispered, "It was nice to meet you."
He got back to carefully wandering the eggs, back to trying to find any recognizable patterns since clearly that was the way to go. One egg had freckles that reminded him of Fiona, and while he was tempted to touch it from the sense of familiarity he decided against it. He'd look for an egg that reminded him of something a bit happier (even if it wasn't a surprise that she left it still wasn't a pleasant experience).
That led Fetch to an egg with a pattern in its mottling that reminded him of a well marbled porterhouse steak. Still riding the optimistic and excited high from the last egg he reached out to touch this one too, once more introducing himself aloud to the egg.
Egg 37