25.Nov.13, 05:00 AM
A little laugh escaped as Telrynd felt the implication that nothing wrong with being rippled yet maybe he was the rippled one and not the egg and dragonet. “Maybe I am,” he agreed but not willing to go deep into philosophy and perceptions with a creature he couldn’t even properly see. It’d be interesting to see what was hidden within the shell and Telrynd decided he would have to try to keep an eye on it during the Hatching. He wasn’t sure if this was the dragon for him either but since they shared some curiosity, he wondered if they would be friends anyway.
“Yellow is… bright. Sunshine. Happy,” Telrynd answered the overwhelming thoughts about the colour that didn’t seem likely to leave him alone without saying something in return. It may have been odd to talk to an egg when he also wasn’t directly spoken to by the occupant but having been born and raised in a Weyr, Telrynd was used to such oddities and quirks displayed by dragonriders in general and had always been taught to be open-minded about anything.
Pleased with such a different response that didn’t end with him being shoved away, Telrynd gave the rippled – or not-so-rippled depending on point of view – egg a soft pat in farewell. The conversation was over and while it had gone wonderfully, he wasn’t about to push for more. He got what he wanted in the form of a completely different reaction and the young ‘brat was confident it wasn’t something he could easily make up.
While there was still enough time to get one more Touching in, Telrynd was satisfied with what he had done and moved away from the eggs. He stood off to the side of where B’jin had been lingering at one point both on the assumption that the Weyrlingmaster might return to stand near the goldrider to dismiss him and the hope that R’nd might show up and linger around as well. He was still so curious about his father and wanted to know more. He really did share that curiosity trait with that ripply-shelled dragonet!
“Yellow is… bright. Sunshine. Happy,” Telrynd answered the overwhelming thoughts about the colour that didn’t seem likely to leave him alone without saying something in return. It may have been odd to talk to an egg when he also wasn’t directly spoken to by the occupant but having been born and raised in a Weyr, Telrynd was used to such oddities and quirks displayed by dragonriders in general and had always been taught to be open-minded about anything.
Pleased with such a different response that didn’t end with him being shoved away, Telrynd gave the rippled – or not-so-rippled depending on point of view – egg a soft pat in farewell. The conversation was over and while it had gone wonderfully, he wasn’t about to push for more. He got what he wanted in the form of a completely different reaction and the young ‘brat was confident it wasn’t something he could easily make up.
While there was still enough time to get one more Touching in, Telrynd was satisfied with what he had done and moved away from the eggs. He stood off to the side of where B’jin had been lingering at one point both on the assumption that the Weyrlingmaster might return to stand near the goldrider to dismiss him and the hope that R’nd might show up and linger around as well. He was still so curious about his father and wanted to know more. He really did share that curiosity trait with that ripply-shelled dragonet!