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22.Jun.21, 03:49 PM
Haunted by the feeling that the eggs around her were so fragile, helpless. Rakka felt her feet slowly, carefully stride over the hot sands. She was glad that they had protection, if not, they would probably have been burned, and she liked her delicate, tiny feet. They had always been soft, and she appreciated how much they really did to keep her standing.
Thin brows furrowed at where her mind had gone, the young woman confused by her own thoughts. She wanted to kneel by the eggs, sit with them... just knowing that there was a forming dragonette inside of them slowly growing was enough to excite a fluttering response in her heart. She did not immediately make a B-line for the golden egg this time. She longed to touch it, feel the warmth of the egg beneath her icy fingertips. But something told her not to... what, she was entirely unsure of.
Pulling her shoulders back slightly she stood erect, just being here on the sands was an honor. Though if her family knew the danger that some of the candidates had been in, or that many dragonriders had been attacked, she doubted they would still support her being here. But, they didn't matter, at least not as much as they once had. Though she longed to go fishing with her uncle, or even play a game with her younger brother.
She hesitated, before stepping towards the Gold Egg, uncertainty present in the back of her mind. Though she knew touching the egg would not hurt it, she did not wish to cause the dragonette still encased in it's shell any harm... what if she hurt the egg. Rakka's hand hovered over the Gold Egg for nearly half a minute as she closed her eyes, releasing her thoughts and her emotions, she knew dragons could do many amazing, wonderful, spectacular things.
Hope sparked in her chest, perhaps this hatching she would impress. Her eyes dropped to the egg, lids brushing her cheek, as she bent slightly, her cold long fingers slowly caressing the hardening shell of the egg. She wanted to say something, and didn't at the same time. Instead, she slowly rested her palm on the shell very delicately, very softly. But the hesitation was gone.
Gold Egg
Thin brows furrowed at where her mind had gone, the young woman confused by her own thoughts. She wanted to kneel by the eggs, sit with them... just knowing that there was a forming dragonette inside of them slowly growing was enough to excite a fluttering response in her heart. She did not immediately make a B-line for the golden egg this time. She longed to touch it, feel the warmth of the egg beneath her icy fingertips. But something told her not to... what, she was entirely unsure of.
Pulling her shoulders back slightly she stood erect, just being here on the sands was an honor. Though if her family knew the danger that some of the candidates had been in, or that many dragonriders had been attacked, she doubted they would still support her being here. But, they didn't matter, at least not as much as they once had. Though she longed to go fishing with her uncle, or even play a game with her younger brother.
She hesitated, before stepping towards the Gold Egg, uncertainty present in the back of her mind. Though she knew touching the egg would not hurt it, she did not wish to cause the dragonette still encased in it's shell any harm... what if she hurt the egg. Rakka's hand hovered over the Gold Egg for nearly half a minute as she closed her eyes, releasing her thoughts and her emotions, she knew dragons could do many amazing, wonderful, spectacular things.
Hope sparked in her chest, perhaps this hatching she would impress. Her eyes dropped to the egg, lids brushing her cheek, as she bent slightly, her cold long fingers slowly caressing the hardening shell of the egg. She wanted to say something, and didn't at the same time. Instead, she slowly rested her palm on the shell very delicately, very softly. But the hesitation was gone.
Gold Egg
