The Spooky Clutch Fuzzy-Time Touching: Open!

[Sinders Path]

Roana was starting to get settled on the sand, the small number of eggs she had laid her hands on so far had been agreeable, even if none of them provided that instant connection and the 'this is the one' feeling she knew all the candidates were secretly hoping for. Whats more the hatching sands were a comfortable place to be, the sands were so warm that she made an effort to dig her feet in with each step to feel the warmth surround them. It made her walking look stilted and Ward but it was worth it.

Feeling significantly more positive then when she had first entered the open cave she crouched down beside the Ghoul egg. "You look like you are hiding back here." she told the egg smoothly. "Not so keen on the crowds little one?"  

[DruidTigeress]

Mattavi

Well. If that was all it saw, then it was awfully narrow minded. You shouldn't be so quick to judge people. she thought back to the egg. There's often more than what's on the surface. But that said, she lifted her hand and moved away. She didn't have time to waste on eggs that didn't have time for her. Moving on, she went towards a larger yellow egg to its right.

She inclined her head again in a short bow as she touched the Vampire egg. Good day there. she said politely. I hope you are well.  

[DruidTigeress]

Migel

Migel withdrew his hand from the egg in shock, not expecting that level of pain to roll through the touch. And not just any pain, his pain. That was entirely disconcerting. To have his own memories dragged out, amplified, and echoed back to him.

Mother! Father!

He could hear his own mind shouting it, five or six turns old, his body shaking with sobs, unable to speak the words out loud without giving up his friend. He hadn't thought about that day for a long time. Maybe not for turns even. And even when he did, it was like it was something that happened to something else. Or in another life, perhaps.

At some point, he realized that he was still standing at the egg, his hand still hovering a few inches from its shell. Echoes of the egg's thoughts are urging him away. Too much. Too much.

That... Was probably enough Touching for him, he thought, following the egg's wished and backing away from it. He could watch for a while.