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 Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 10:39 pm
This wasn’t exactly Bakarn’s first Touching; the sensation of having an egg root around inside your head was sufficiently familiar that it didn’t startle him in the slightest. Some eggs were ‘louder’ than others, and this one wasn’t intrusive or unpleasant – just unimpressed.
Bakarn’s back straightened a little unconsciously under the weight of that stern regard, but at the same time he couldn’t help but crack a little smile at its attitude. So much gruff for such a little egg! It kind of reminded him of his squiremaster, in a strange way. It had that same way of grudgingly not-quite-approving at him. He gave it one last little pat on the shell before he rose to his feet and let Zarike have a turn.
Where to next…? Well, there was another egg right next to the Commander, which almost seemed to be leaning towards it. He might as well pay it a visit, while he was here. He sidled his way over to the Lashings of Ginger Beer egg and reached out a hand to touch the pretty white shell.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 10:40 pm
Oh...what a lovely little egg. Seytev couldn't help the smile that spread over his face as he stroked the shell. Sweet little thing...maybe this clutch was all right, after all, and Hiraeth had produced only a few very healthy babies. He gave the egg an extra pat, even as it gave him the mental impression that maybe he should go look at the rest of the clutch, and then straightened up, still smiling a little bit.
Cute little guy. Or gal, he supposed.
From there, he moved on to the next brightly-colored egg, stopping beside Fashion Crime and dropping his fingers to the garish shell. His mind was still bright (maybe a little brighter after the Listening egg's encouragement) and he kept on with the open, happy thoughts. They had done him well enough so far.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 12:04 am
Of course they don’t mind - Yevalee is welcome to stay a little while, and the egg puts out a slightly reserved and polite feeling of welcome. He’s very kind to worry about their mother, but they are certain that the healers have done their work excellently, and that all that is required is for time to do it’s work in the process. There is a touch of chagrin to this, as if the egg feels a little… guilty? For their own part, they would suggest that he doesn’t stay too long: they have seven siblings who also would be glad to see him, and Ettiquette is not as exciting as all that!
OH MY GOODNESS IT’S YOU. There is an explosion of delight, the egg rocking slightly as it tries to get closer to Bakarn. Lashings of Ginger Beer has been waiting for you old boy, and they are SO GLAD you are finally here. Indeed, their very simple delight may well be more then a little overwhelming… but at least they’re pleased to see you?
So you want to be a hero? Ahhh, the vagaries of the young. Fashion Crime seems to be prying Seytev’s mind apart, and there is nothing safe - for a moment, he is laid bare. Every petty little comment, every unkind thought, everything he should have done but didn’t… well. Well, then. Fashion Crime is not overly impressed, it seems. Impulsive, foul-mouthed, loyal beyond reason…
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 3:42 am
Of course I'm going to attempt to meet them all, and please don't feel guilty. He replied back and included the best he could equate to a mental hug before moving on. Likely physically hugging the egg would be seemed rather dangerous and Yevalee felt that it wouldn't be welcomed. Though what a polite egg.
Still, moving on before he was accused of camping. He laid his hand on the shell of Hear Me Roar, right over the shinny bronze shape and gave a warm Hello, of greeting.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 5:37 am
Though there is an initial flicker of interest, as whatever is inside the egg acquaints itself with the contents of Yevalee’s head the mood definitely turns sour. Perhaps forgiveness will be possible in time... but forgiveness first requires repentance and an effort to change. Either way, Hear Me Roar has had Enough Of Him, and it is time to leave. There is a smell of copper and burnt flesh, and a low growl that isn't so much a sound as a vibration through Yevalee's bones.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 8:28 am
Seytev...frowned slightly. The egg was peeling him apart, rifling through his mind to find...what, exactly? Anything it could harp at? The mistakes he'd made in the past? He flinched a little at the impression the egg gave him - dismissive, cold.
Foul-mouthed, though?
He huffed quietly, withdrawing his hand and shaking his head a little. Seytev tried to make a point not to curse...well. Eggs were baby dragons, not all-knowing entities. It couldn't get everything right.
He moved away from the egg slowly, not quite wanting to betray his discomfort with it, and paused by the Etiquette egg, dropping a hand to the pale blue shell and pressing his palm gently against it.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 8:46 am
Ettiquette is delighted to make your acquaintance, Seytev, and… well, no, their sibling isn’t always right, as they’re sure he’ll discover. They just think they are, and, well, their society is not quite so bad as all that, they can even be quite agreeable sometimes… but turning back to him! There is a gentle sensation of a kiss on the cheek, as if Ettiquette is trying to work out the polite way of greeting him, and a vague suggestion that Seytev straighten his robes a little - but oh, he is a sweetheart, and they do dearly approve of him. He must come back when he has done the rounds of their siblings; they will be quite delighted to receive him for a longer chat.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 8:51 am
Zarike winced at the assessment of his character. He wasn't as bad as a firelizard, and he wasn't a troublemaker! At least, not deliberately! Well at least the dragon within the egg seemed to take notice of that. Zarike dropped some of his defensiveness even as the dragonling seemed to give a similar caution as the previous egg.
The feeling that lingered once the presence retreated was uncomfortable. As Zarike walked away from it he tried to clear his mind of his experiences so far. None had been in any way negative, but it was taking on a subtle feeling of a Harper's Tale, where all the acquaintances of the protagonist give the same warning before he goes on ahead and falls into the villain's trap anyways.
Oh... Zarike bent down near another egg and took a moment, trying his hardest to clear his mind of the immediate thoughts and observations that came from seeing the state of the Radish Egg. He settled for a searching curiosity as he laid his hand on it's dented shell.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 9:12 am
He had an urge to recoil as if scalded, but pulled back carefully as if it was his own desision. Rejection had came before but this sort of ... primal terror,as if staring into glowing eyes at midnight.
Yevalee left, letting his feet guide him as he composed himself. When he calmed, mind clearer he reached and touched the shell nearest him. Private eye.
(Phone post )
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 9:31 am
At last! Someone here to visit Radish! Hurray! Radish is quite obviously delighted to see Zarike, and rifles through his mind with no shame, poking and prying into every corner. It is a very peculiar sensation, even if it only lasts a few seconds, and it is Zarike’s curiosity returned a thousand fold. Tell Radish everything! They need to know! Where are you from, why are you here, what’s your favourite colour, do you like lettuce? Or parsley? How about herdbeast? Radish is ravenous - there isn’t enough in here to feed them, and they need out! They need out now! Won’t you help them? During these moments, there is a curious play of blue-and-gold movement across Zarike’s vision, as if someone was running in and out of it.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 9:48 am
So you’re bringing Private Eye a new case? Well, they can’t say they’re overly impressed… what is it, feline up a tree? Lost your handkerchief? Guys like you… well, guys like you don’t have real problems, you cause problems. Betcha got dames lining up to drown in your eyes, huh? Or is it something else that makes your heart beat fast?
Still, if you’ve got the marks, they’ve got the time. It’s not like they’ve got anything better to do.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 10:26 am
Keralder couldn't say. He was too impressed by how the great queens health apappeared to be, especially after she had by report struggled with previous clutches. She seemed as if she were slowly being erased. Made less of... Wand what remains of her vibrancy was being rested on the sands clutch by clutch. This one might be her last. He bowed to her in respect of this on top of everything else and then moved toward the Commander egg
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 10:41 am
Zarike felt himself enveloped by the strength of the dragon's personality. He disappeared into his own mind, echoing the hatchlings delight and allowing it free-reign of his mind. This was no sickly seeming mind reaching out to his! High Reaches, I'm a Candidate, Blue!, Not Really, Very Much!, Love it!, Each question was answered just as rapidly as it surfaced in his mind.
More. He had to give it more, but it had seen his mind and he had no more to give. Zarike's eyes darted back and forth across the eggs shell, both seeing and unseeing as he tracked the motion only visible in his own mind. Out. The hatchling wanted out. It begged him to be released. It begged for help. The shells were hard, the hatchlings near full term. Thoughts like that lasted mere moments, unimportant compared to the desire for freedom and the flickers of color swarming the edges of his vision.
What had he been told? Stand up for those who can't, to listen to them... blood. Zarike raised his balled fist and struck the edge of the shell where the smooth curve warped into the deep dent.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 10:42 am
What? What is this article touching it? The Commander is Displeased with a capital Dis and gives Keralder a feeling of very hard glare; regardless of the state of her health their mother cannot be diminished!
Oh The Commander understands how he feels about the top percentile, the privileged, but that doesn't mean it likes the way he goes about dealing with it! Exactly what good are stupid pranks going to do anyone? And then there's that manipulative streak, that is... well that's practically politics. The Commander clearly feels about politics more or less the same way it feels about the idea of being offered rotten meat for dinner.
Anyway, that's enough from him! The Commander shoos sharply at Keralder's mind; move along, nothing to see here and kid be careful with being so sharp! You might just cut yourself.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 11:11 am
There was a vicious crack, and the red egg fell apart like the petals of a flower, revealing a splotched brown hatchling curled up inside it. He had grown right into the edges of the egg, and was apparently beginning to be compressed - certainly, there was no yolk like you might expect from opening up a wherry or hen’s egg, so perhaps his claim of starving was true.
He didn’t move, lying perfectly still.
Hiraeth trumpeted, a deafening noise that radiated through the hatching sands, the pale gold struggling to her feet - though she was not as quick as her rider, who apparently teleported between to be behind Zarike in a moment.
“You stupid boy!” He pushed the candidate out of the way, dropping to his knees in front of the hatchling, before glancing up and pointing into the crowd apparently at random. “You! Fetch a dragonhealer, now”
The brown’s eyes opened very slowly, and he blinked.
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