01.Jun.21, 09:35 PM
The sense of challenge was almost condescending, and Taydarell straightened as he pulled back from the egg. There was a sense of…hope?…there as well, as the mind inside that shell seemed to feel he might be able to make something of himself. Feeling all at once too young, too small, but still somehow wanting to prove that he was ready, even if only to himself, Taydarell frowned, thoughtful. He had what it took. And if he didn’t yet, he would. He knew he would. He hoped he would…
He wound away from that particular egg past other candidates, all of them a number of years older than him, and he felt very small, barely able to see over the dragon eggs. Pressing his lips into a firm line, he made his way towards another that he hadn’t seen anyone touch yet, and placed his hands on the rough, warm surface.
Egg #2
He wound away from that particular egg past other candidates, all of them a number of years older than him, and he felt very small, barely able to see over the dragon eggs. Pressing his lips into a firm line, he made his way towards another that he hadn’t seen anyone touch yet, and placed his hands on the rough, warm surface.
Egg #2