27.Jul.22, 03:44 AM
He was creative, wasn't he? Creative didn't necessarily mean talented as his drawings were still lacking but Orgailian smiled as the dragonet latched onto that in particular. It was hard not to be amused and want to show it more when the presence seemed like a familiar song that brought out comfort and even accomplishment. He thought about the stories he liked to write and the poems he sometimes tried his hand at but it seemed like the dragonet was more a fan of art than written word and soon the presence vanished and he was left alone again.
Was that simply a dragon with a short attention span or a sign that maybe he should focus more on drawing? He had recently started a little mini project with Fetch to see how well they could work together to bring an idea to life. It seemed to be going well with the test pages and there was a potential future for an illustrated book. One book. Unless Fetch wanted to draw the same images over and over so they could get a few versions of their story out but that was far off in the future. "Maybe I'll work on drawing scenery some more. Just for you," Orgailian told the egg quietly and then added with a grin, "and whether you like written words or not, you'll be in my journal later."
Chuckling softly to himself with a shake of the head over how foolish he was being, Orgailian walked by a few more eggs before stopping. He hadn't gone too far and sometimes he didn't like to linger in the same section of eggs but this one called to him. Hopefully not literally as he didn't want to spend more time in an infirmary because he was hallucinating now. It was probably just because it was his final day as a nineteen year old so he might as well celebrate the milestone with a matching egg. "I'm in a weird mood today," he told the egg before laying his palm against it.
Egg 19
Was that simply a dragon with a short attention span or a sign that maybe he should focus more on drawing? He had recently started a little mini project with Fetch to see how well they could work together to bring an idea to life. It seemed to be going well with the test pages and there was a potential future for an illustrated book. One book. Unless Fetch wanted to draw the same images over and over so they could get a few versions of their story out but that was far off in the future. "Maybe I'll work on drawing scenery some more. Just for you," Orgailian told the egg quietly and then added with a grin, "and whether you like written words or not, you'll be in my journal later."
Chuckling softly to himself with a shake of the head over how foolish he was being, Orgailian walked by a few more eggs before stopping. He hadn't gone too far and sometimes he didn't like to linger in the same section of eggs but this one called to him. Hopefully not literally as he didn't want to spend more time in an infirmary because he was hallucinating now. It was probably just because it was his final day as a nineteen year old so he might as well celebrate the milestone with a matching egg. "I'm in a weird mood today," he told the egg before laying his palm against it.
Egg 19