03.Oct.18, 10:01 PM
As soon as her hands touched the shell of the egg, Tala started holding her breath, waiting for a response from the little queen inside. The dragonet does not immediately reach out to her, and Tala frowns a little, confused, before focusing carefully, reaching out as far as she can with her mind to try to feel anything. After a moment of searching Tala felt like she was being watched, and a heartbeat later she could feel the little gold, holding herself reserved as she observed this newcomer. Once the dragonet noticed Tala had discovered her, she rushed forward, opening the connection up from a thread to a flood.
It felt rather like being punched in the soul, to tell the truth, and the breath Tala had been holding was released in a gasp as the presence of the dragonet overwhelmed her. She watched quietly as the gold pulled at memories to watch them. Tiny glimpses from before the dragonriders were united in the South, that Tala was never sure were true memories or fabricated from stories her aunt told her, growing up in Katila, moving North, Ryvala, previous Hatchings she’d been to, including the maulings from earlier that turn, all flashed through her mind, nearly too fast for her to identify individual memories.
At some point, though Tala could not tell you exactly how long it had been, the dragonet decided she was tired of Tala’s memories and her presence withdrew from Tala’s consciousness. She took a careful step back, taking a moment to regain her internal balance before moving off to the side, letting whoever was next have their turn.
She walked without really paying attention away from the gold egg, still trying to put all the memories the little queen dug up back where they belonged in her head. Tala always forgot how intense Touching gold eggs could be. Not that Touching other eggs wasn’t intense, because it absolutely was, but she usually felt less like her head had been turned inside out. She took a deep breath, shook her head to clear it, and ran her fingers through her hair to neaten it back out before turning to look around her.
Her slightly dazed walk had brought her towards the edge of the Clutch, somewhere near Bedith’s tail. There weren’t as many eggs there, and there weren’t any other Candidates in the area at that moment. Glancing around, giving a an extra long look to the Weyrleader’s favorite ledge, Tala figured no one would notice if she Touched one of the eggs here. As an extra precaution, Tala sat down in the hot sand, using the size of the eggs to help hide her a little bit extra. She was suddenly very glad she was wearing pants that day, as sitting down in a skirt or dress on the Sands wouldn’t be overly pleasant. Once she was settled, legs crossed, Tala reached her hands out to the egg she’d sat next to, gently pressing them to the shell.
“Hello,” she said with a soft smile, “I’m Tala.”
Augury egg
It felt rather like being punched in the soul, to tell the truth, and the breath Tala had been holding was released in a gasp as the presence of the dragonet overwhelmed her. She watched quietly as the gold pulled at memories to watch them. Tiny glimpses from before the dragonriders were united in the South, that Tala was never sure were true memories or fabricated from stories her aunt told her, growing up in Katila, moving North, Ryvala, previous Hatchings she’d been to, including the maulings from earlier that turn, all flashed through her mind, nearly too fast for her to identify individual memories.
At some point, though Tala could not tell you exactly how long it had been, the dragonet decided she was tired of Tala’s memories and her presence withdrew from Tala’s consciousness. She took a careful step back, taking a moment to regain her internal balance before moving off to the side, letting whoever was next have their turn.
She walked without really paying attention away from the gold egg, still trying to put all the memories the little queen dug up back where they belonged in her head. Tala always forgot how intense Touching gold eggs could be. Not that Touching other eggs wasn’t intense, because it absolutely was, but she usually felt less like her head had been turned inside out. She took a deep breath, shook her head to clear it, and ran her fingers through her hair to neaten it back out before turning to look around her.
Her slightly dazed walk had brought her towards the edge of the Clutch, somewhere near Bedith’s tail. There weren’t as many eggs there, and there weren’t any other Candidates in the area at that moment. Glancing around, giving a an extra long look to the Weyrleader’s favorite ledge, Tala figured no one would notice if she Touched one of the eggs here. As an extra precaution, Tala sat down in the hot sand, using the size of the eggs to help hide her a little bit extra. She was suddenly very glad she was wearing pants that day, as sitting down in a skirt or dress on the Sands wouldn’t be overly pleasant. Once she was settled, legs crossed, Tala reached her hands out to the egg she’d sat next to, gently pressing them to the shell.
“Hello,” she said with a soft smile, “I’m Tala.”
Augury egg