04.Jan.20, 05:58 PM
As the eldest child with so many younger brothers and sisters Fetch was unphased by the sudden onslaught of curiosity that hit him from the egg. It was just like going back home to the gaggle of small dark haired children and just as he did for his siblings he tried to answer every single one of the egg's questions patiently and aloud.
Who are you?
He smiled and introduced himself, "I'm Fediletch, but you can call me Fetch."
Why are you here?
"To touch eggs."
What do you want?
Fetch didn't hesitate at all as he answered, "A dragon."
Am I what you want?
"Yes." It was a dragon so of course he wanted him.
Are you sure?
"Yes." Wanting a dragon was one of the few things Fetch was sure of.
Why are you so excited?
"Because I get to meet you!" And after visiting the last egg how could he be anything else?
Who is the pretty girl you were looking at before?
That made Fetch take a quick glance around the sands to try and spot the girl candidates. "Which one? They're all pretty."
Why are you so big?
"I ate my vegetables." He gave the answer without even thinking about it, having replied to the same exact question so many times with the same response.
Then more questions came at a faster and faster pace; Fetch was having trouble hearing all of them much less answering. "Wha... wait. Slow down." It didn't seem to do anything though and he decided to try letting the baby dragon wear itself out before he tried to answer any more. But then it stopped completely and he was left frowning. Probably just taking a little dragon nap, he decided. Babies did need rest after all. After lingering just a moment longer to make sure there were no other last minute questions he decided to start looking for just one more egg to touch.
Fetch decided to go back to the one that he'd passed over earlier that reminded him of the freckles. It wasn't fair to just pass it over because of how it looked after all. So he muttered a quiet apology as he reached in to give it a touch. "Sorry I skipped you earlier."
Egg 4
Who are you?
He smiled and introduced himself, "I'm Fediletch, but you can call me Fetch."
Why are you here?
"To touch eggs."
What do you want?
Fetch didn't hesitate at all as he answered, "A dragon."
Am I what you want?
"Yes." It was a dragon so of course he wanted him.
Are you sure?
"Yes." Wanting a dragon was one of the few things Fetch was sure of.
Why are you so excited?
"Because I get to meet you!" And after visiting the last egg how could he be anything else?
Who is the pretty girl you were looking at before?
That made Fetch take a quick glance around the sands to try and spot the girl candidates. "Which one? They're all pretty."
Why are you so big?
"I ate my vegetables." He gave the answer without even thinking about it, having replied to the same exact question so many times with the same response.
Then more questions came at a faster and faster pace; Fetch was having trouble hearing all of them much less answering. "Wha... wait. Slow down." It didn't seem to do anything though and he decided to try letting the baby dragon wear itself out before he tried to answer any more. But then it stopped completely and he was left frowning. Probably just taking a little dragon nap, he decided. Babies did need rest after all. After lingering just a moment longer to make sure there were no other last minute questions he decided to start looking for just one more egg to touch.
Fetch decided to go back to the one that he'd passed over earlier that reminded him of the freckles. It wasn't fair to just pass it over because of how it looked after all. So he muttered a quiet apology as he reached in to give it a touch. "Sorry I skipped you earlier."
Egg 4