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05.Oct.18, 11:50 PM
The tentative touch against his mind and the distress that accompanied it broke Narinoa’s animal-loving heart. He found himself crouching down to be more on the dragonet’s level out of habit when approaching a frightened animal. His hand stayed on the egg, sliding down the warm shell with ease, and he smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay, little one. I only wanted to say hello and see how you’re doing. No one wants to hurt you or your siblings.” He kept his voice low and soft, not seeing anything odd about talking to an egg. He spoke to animals all the time but it did take a little time for him to accept he wasn’t crazy when the dragons spoke back.
He continued holding still, silently urging the dragonet to come out and visit with him and gave a sigh of relief when it worked. Narinoa closed his eyes as he felt the prodding of his mind and was just starting to relax, pleased that trust was being built between them, when the squeak in his mind sent his eyes flying wide open again and the dragonet fleeing away. “No, please wait!” He urged the little being to come back out but it was too late and the dragonet was now hiding away from his mental touch.
He didn’t blame it for running away; sometimes he wanted to as well. It was the memory of the barn fire years ago that seemed to be the trigger. He hadn’t meant to bring it back up so close to the surface, but the distress of the dragonet made the connection to calming distressed horses and then to the fire. Some things really were better best forgotten as the smell and cries of the horses still haunted him and could send him into a cold sweat and shakes.
“I’m sorry, little one. I promise not everything out here is like that. You’ll be okay.” He gave a light pat to the egg in reassurance and stood, breaking connection entirely. He was a bit worried about this one and hoped it wouldn’t be too nervous in personality upon entering the world; or that it had a strong-minded rider to keep it calm.
Since he hadn’t spent too much time with that egg, Narinoa knew he had plenty of time still to explore the clutch. He didn’t venture far, though, moving down a few eggs to what seemed to be the largest egg in the clutch. Another boy had just left it and it seemed like a few more had eyes on it as well but he was closer and laid a hand first.
Power, please.
He continued holding still, silently urging the dragonet to come out and visit with him and gave a sigh of relief when it worked. Narinoa closed his eyes as he felt the prodding of his mind and was just starting to relax, pleased that trust was being built between them, when the squeak in his mind sent his eyes flying wide open again and the dragonet fleeing away. “No, please wait!” He urged the little being to come back out but it was too late and the dragonet was now hiding away from his mental touch.
He didn’t blame it for running away; sometimes he wanted to as well. It was the memory of the barn fire years ago that seemed to be the trigger. He hadn’t meant to bring it back up so close to the surface, but the distress of the dragonet made the connection to calming distressed horses and then to the fire. Some things really were better best forgotten as the smell and cries of the horses still haunted him and could send him into a cold sweat and shakes.
“I’m sorry, little one. I promise not everything out here is like that. You’ll be okay.” He gave a light pat to the egg in reassurance and stood, breaking connection entirely. He was a bit worried about this one and hoped it wouldn’t be too nervous in personality upon entering the world; or that it had a strong-minded rider to keep it calm.
Since he hadn’t spent too much time with that egg, Narinoa knew he had plenty of time still to explore the clutch. He didn’t venture far, though, moving down a few eggs to what seemed to be the largest egg in the clutch. Another boy had just left it and it seemed like a few more had eyes on it as well but he was closer and laid a hand first.
Power, please.
