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27.Jul.22, 07:15 PM
Chironhes winced against the sudden intrusion, the hairs along his arms and neck standing on end despite the warmth of the sands. He shudders against the onslaught of a young mind that has the gentleness of a rampaging bull. It's nothing like the presence of the dragons he knows; where they are an easy presence, the little one barrels against his thoughts, pinging off each one in a way that makes his head whirl.
Despite that, he quirks a private smile. Were colors such an important thing to dragons that they were judged for it instead of who they were? He supposed that was natural, to pick out differences and regard them with suspicion.
The way the unhatched baby within gleaned information from him was as exhausting as it was exhilarating. Was control something that was learned as they grew? Maybe they could also read his mind as if it was an open sieve and were just too measured to mention them.
It's important to spend time with those you care about, I think, Chir reasoned gently. If you don't, they pull away, they don't understand they are cared about. The boy gently braced his forehead against the surface of the egg. He was familiar with the loneliness of having no one to care for him.
It's okay if I'm not for you. I want you to find whoever is the right fit. But I'd still like to be friends if we can. Things are scary out here sometimes, but I want to help make it better and protect all of you. Idly, Chir gave the surface of the egg a soft scratch just as he did for Malvayth or Taith or Tiberuth or Larrikith. It was an affectionate gesture meant to soothe and voicelessly communicate comradery.
Sensing his dismissal, Chir leaned back with a smile despite his head feeling somewhat scrambled from the rough intrusion. Babies needed even more protection! Looking over the egg, he saw Malvayth steadfastly standing guard. She was a good mama.
Turning to observe the other candidates, he noted the way they moved on to other eggs as well. Following their example, he slowly got to his feet and carefully meandered his way through, avoiding eggs that already had a candidate in search of more lonely options.
Sitting in front of the next, Chir touched upon another.
Egg 8
Despite that, he quirks a private smile. Were colors such an important thing to dragons that they were judged for it instead of who they were? He supposed that was natural, to pick out differences and regard them with suspicion.
The way the unhatched baby within gleaned information from him was as exhausting as it was exhilarating. Was control something that was learned as they grew? Maybe they could also read his mind as if it was an open sieve and were just too measured to mention them.
It's important to spend time with those you care about, I think, Chir reasoned gently. If you don't, they pull away, they don't understand they are cared about. The boy gently braced his forehead against the surface of the egg. He was familiar with the loneliness of having no one to care for him.
It's okay if I'm not for you. I want you to find whoever is the right fit. But I'd still like to be friends if we can. Things are scary out here sometimes, but I want to help make it better and protect all of you. Idly, Chir gave the surface of the egg a soft scratch just as he did for Malvayth or Taith or Tiberuth or Larrikith. It was an affectionate gesture meant to soothe and voicelessly communicate comradery.
Sensing his dismissal, Chir leaned back with a smile despite his head feeling somewhat scrambled from the rough intrusion. Babies needed even more protection! Looking over the egg, he saw Malvayth steadfastly standing guard. She was a good mama.
Turning to observe the other candidates, he noted the way they moved on to other eggs as well. Following their example, he slowly got to his feet and carefully meandered his way through, avoiding eggs that already had a candidate in search of more lonely options.
Sitting in front of the next, Chir touched upon another.
Egg 8
