07.Oct.13, 11:53 PM
Peorray and Wyrdrith huddled near the entrance to the circuit, the gold wanting to be where all the excitement was, but still terrified (and Peorray was surprised at how strong the impression remained in the dragon's memory) of the whole Hatching process. If their position happened to be far away from the egg-heavy Aradissicath, chalk one up to happy coincidence.
Peorray kept one hand on her gold as they waited for the eggs to hatch.
But what if they don't? What if they're stuck in there forever? Wydrith's anxious voice worried, gaze flitting from egg to egg to judge its level of activity.
If Wydrith's current behavior was a sign of things to come, Peorray was *not* looking forward to the day when the eggs on the sands would be hers. But they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. "Then it just wasn't meant to be, and we'll celebrate those who do hatch. I'm just glad I don't have to be down there anymore." Nervous, hopeful, tense and half-resigned, out with a couple dozen others who felt the same.
Wydrith sent wordless but emphatic agreement/relief, suitably distracted for now, and the two settled to watch the eggs rock.
Peorray kept one hand on her gold as they waited for the eggs to hatch.
If Wydrith's current behavior was a sign of things to come, Peorray was *not* looking forward to the day when the eggs on the sands would be hers. But they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. "Then it just wasn't meant to be, and we'll celebrate those who do hatch. I'm just glad I don't have to be down there anymore." Nervous, hopeful, tense and half-resigned, out with a couple dozen others who felt the same.
Wydrith sent wordless but emphatic agreement/relief, suitably distracted for now, and the two settled to watch the eggs rock.