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26.Jun.22, 08:04 PM
Malvayth tilted her head and leaned in to curiously take a peek at Chirp. I don't know. Normally they're banned once eggs are here. Sometimes Lady or Sir would still show up after there were eggs, but they were always very careful and stayed on their perch atop of the gold's head. Cazan added, "She gets quite protective once the eggs are on the sands. She always thinks maybe it'll be fine, but she always ends up trying to keep almost everyone away except for a few visitors, and even if she let you in, it might be safer if you stayed in the stands and chatted with her from there."
The gold dragon didn't quite remember all of the details from her first Touching, she even forgot that a local candidate had been involved and Cazan had been very careful to keep that memory guarded to keep from setting Mal off on another war path. As it was, she knew that Malvayth's guest list was quite small, though she was at least fine with the winners of her flights visiting, and of course always Taith and T'ryn. Otherwise, the normally friendly and bubbly gold turned into a suspicious and territorial fiend. Maybe she'd eventually grow out of it. Hopefully it would be easier to convince her to let the candidates in for the Touching this time.
As the gold passed on more of Chir's questions Caz tilted her head as she tried to remember the actual and proper protocols. "Well you're a candidate, so you have to listen to the candidatemaster and let them know where you go. I think." She shrugged and added, "I wasn't a candidate just a spectator, and the few candidate classes I took I ended up mostly sleeping through because they happened right after I got Malvayth and I was so exhausted. Really T'ryn helped me with most of it."
Cazan sighed and said, "And yes, I think I'm right at least. S'far likes to go hunting and camping out in the wilderness, you should ask him if he's ever heard of or seen one. It might save you some time." Though now that she'd made the suggestion, she was worried that S'far would just make something even more outlandish up.
The gold dragon didn't quite remember all of the details from her first Touching, she even forgot that a local candidate had been involved and Cazan had been very careful to keep that memory guarded to keep from setting Mal off on another war path. As it was, she knew that Malvayth's guest list was quite small, though she was at least fine with the winners of her flights visiting, and of course always Taith and T'ryn. Otherwise, the normally friendly and bubbly gold turned into a suspicious and territorial fiend. Maybe she'd eventually grow out of it. Hopefully it would be easier to convince her to let the candidates in for the Touching this time.
As the gold passed on more of Chir's questions Caz tilted her head as she tried to remember the actual and proper protocols. "Well you're a candidate, so you have to listen to the candidatemaster and let them know where you go. I think." She shrugged and added, "I wasn't a candidate just a spectator, and the few candidate classes I took I ended up mostly sleeping through because they happened right after I got Malvayth and I was so exhausted. Really T'ryn helped me with most of it."
Cazan sighed and said, "And yes, I think I'm right at least. S'far likes to go hunting and camping out in the wilderness, you should ask him if he's ever heard of or seen one. It might save you some time." Though now that she'd made the suggestion, she was worried that S'far would just make something even more outlandish up.
