28.Jul.22, 02:46 AM
Ulliendis took a couple of stumbling steps back from the egg when it felt like he had been shoved. He was chuckling, not at all upset at how the interview had gone. "Not a fan of that song, I see. Some just don't have a taste for the oldies," he stated nonchalantly as he started to walk again. The entire encounter with that dragonet hadn't bothered him, just like most encounters with his seniors and peers at the Hall hadn't. Everyone was skilled in different areas and some just couldn't accept that or how others behaved. He had been drafted into the secret lessons because someone had believed in him and he had excelled in most areas but lacked interest in others. So yes, he had confidence in his skills, even the not so nice ones, and sometimes felt powerful. But he was in the Weyrs now and did what he wanted. Was that what the dragonet was judging?
No matter. That one probably wanted an adorably squishy craft-trained kid with morals and a respect for authority. Ugh, it was probably a bronze. Definitely not a match for him. Ulliendis dismissed the egg from his mind as easily as had been done to him as he continued to hum about knocking three times and walking around to find his next victim. By the time he did reach an egg, he was struggling to think of songs with numbers in them that weren't one through four so he switched to colours and landed on one of his favourite rousing tavern songs about the old black rum. Not that dragons came in black but it was close enough and perhaps inspired by the bronze and black terror circling above them.
"Twenty-four and holding up the rear. Or would the gold egg technically be twenty-five? You're the last of the mystery eggs so you have that going for you, eggie," Ulliendis went back to lightly singing the chorus of the song while he appraised the sturdy egg and finally made contact with it.
Eggie 24
No matter. That one probably wanted an adorably squishy craft-trained kid with morals and a respect for authority. Ugh, it was probably a bronze. Definitely not a match for him. Ulliendis dismissed the egg from his mind as easily as had been done to him as he continued to hum about knocking three times and walking around to find his next victim. By the time he did reach an egg, he was struggling to think of songs with numbers in them that weren't one through four so he switched to colours and landed on one of his favourite rousing tavern songs about the old black rum. Not that dragons came in black but it was close enough and perhaps inspired by the bronze and black terror circling above them.
"Twenty-four and holding up the rear. Or would the gold egg technically be twenty-five? You're the last of the mystery eggs so you have that going for you, eggie," Ulliendis went back to lightly singing the chorus of the song while he appraised the sturdy egg and finally made contact with it.
Eggie 24