30.Jan.21, 07:37 PM
He shifted uncomfortably as he waited for the signal to enter the hatching sands. After coming away from another hatching unbonded once again, Madelan was becoming fairly certain that his greenrider wanted nothing more than a nice piece of ass instead of actually telling him the truth. But that couldn't be true right? He'd heard other dragonets during touchings, he knew he wasn't insane and there was no way he'd be able to hear them from the shell if he wasn't capable of impressing. Right? Fuck he had no idea how any of this actually work and L'tri couldn't explain it to him with any degree of certainty either.
Fuck.
He was muttering to himself as he entered the sand after all the rules and dos and don'ts were gone over again. He tried to keep his unease and sudden attack of self-doubt from his face as he sauntered to an egg. What did it matter to touch one of the shells when he was certain he'd be rejected again anyway? He sighed again and laid his palm against the smooth shell anyway.
Egg # 11
Fuck.
He was muttering to himself as he entered the sand after all the rules and dos and don'ts were gone over again. He tried to keep his unease and sudden attack of self-doubt from his face as he sauntered to an egg. What did it matter to touch one of the shells when he was certain he'd be rejected again anyway? He sighed again and laid his palm against the smooth shell anyway.
Egg # 11