04.Jul.13, 10:25 PM
Nexus – (Flora)
You don’t feel anything right away and the fear it may be a dud starts to build until the dragonet finally stirs. The dragonet picks up on your nervousness right away and begins poking through your mind, drawing out every memory where you have been overwhelmed with the emotion, connecting each one in a series of images of one timid girl after the other.
Arbitrate – (Bordtai)
The moment your hand touches the smooth shell, you feel yourself being judged. Every action, every word, and every thought are sifted through and measured. Finally, the decision is made and you are found wanting. The dragonet within the warm egg finds you unworthy of its attention and you get the sense that you are being dismissed, waved away like nothing more than a pest.
Kowtow – (Vaeyla)
Your touch does nothing to stir the dragonet but your voice does. The little creature seems to cower, as if afraid to reply out of turn but you also get a sense of wonderment as she thinks about what was said. She wants to be free but is it truly okay to want that? Just before you remove your hand you get the final sensation of longing for approval and direction. Why are you leaving? Did I do something wrong?
You don’t feel anything right away and the fear it may be a dud starts to build until the dragonet finally stirs. The dragonet picks up on your nervousness right away and begins poking through your mind, drawing out every memory where you have been overwhelmed with the emotion, connecting each one in a series of images of one timid girl after the other.
Arbitrate – (Bordtai)
The moment your hand touches the smooth shell, you feel yourself being judged. Every action, every word, and every thought are sifted through and measured. Finally, the decision is made and you are found wanting. The dragonet within the warm egg finds you unworthy of its attention and you get the sense that you are being dismissed, waved away like nothing more than a pest.
Kowtow – (Vaeyla)
Your touch does nothing to stir the dragonet but your voice does. The little creature seems to cower, as if afraid to reply out of turn but you also get a sense of wonderment as she thinks about what was said. She wants to be free but is it truly okay to want that? Just before you remove your hand you get the final sensation of longing for approval and direction. Why are you leaving? Did I do something wrong?