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Jyael
At the curiosity exuding from the pale egg Jyael cracked a smile. It seemed to be just the same sort of curious as he was, if a little bit more reserved and unsure about itself, maybe he could help? Either way he assured the dragonet inside that he liked it very much and hoped that they could be friends after it hatched. Curiosity would be abundant in a pair like them and it could lead to marvelous adventures. Jyael was certain. However, he knew that he shouldn't dawdle and so he moved on again to the pale egg's smaller neighbor the Bright egg.

As the boy pressed his hand against the shell he was drawn in by it's strange surface. Smooth in some spots. Rippled in others. He found himself running his fingers back and forth across the shell in a manner that seemed to soothe his nerves even further. This touching thing wasn't so bad, in fact, it was quite fun.

Unfortunately for Becka she was still touching the Wicked Egg and was watching as she came near. She hadn't planned on saying anything, but that's the thing with plans. They change. "you should consider yourself lucky that the Gold hasn't decided to make a snack of you since you're no candidate that I've seen." She said coolly looking at the girl whom she was at least 98% sure wast a candidate. "I don't want any excuses nor do I need an explanation. Clearly they threw you out here for a reason." With that being said she returned her gaze to the shades of violet and black beneath her hand.

The response from the wicked egg wasn't so much as a shock to her as it probably would have been for someone else, she was used to such things when she spoke her mind like that. Which was still something she was learning to control. With a shrug she smiled, faintly at the girl and turned towards the Pale Egg not waiting for Becka to respond to her comment. She noticed how light and pale it was and her hand touched the shell feeling the grooves along its surface and she smiled. It was like the color of Aster ericoides or 'Pink Star' flowers. It was a very lovely looking egg.

The sudden wave of thoughts not belonging to him left him quiet for a moment, as he had yet to experience such a thing. It was... weird. He almost felt like his privacy was being super violated. What else could these dragonets see? Could they see everything in his head? He frowned a little at the prospect. He didn't have many secrets, but.. it was the principal of the matter!

Still. He couldn't be upset at the young dragon, its intentions were far from malicious. Offering a stern nod towards the egg, he sought to apologize for his sneaking and accept its advice for fitting in. He would give it time, just as it had said. "Thank you," he whispered softly before standing. He had a lot of ground to cover, and offered the Ocean Egg a sympathetic pat before moving on towards the Silver Egg. There had been a somewhat large amount of displeased faces walking away from this egg, and he was curious why. Grazing his fingertips over the top, he peered at it expectantly.

Becka's face went white, the other candidate had been mostly nice about knowing she wasn't one herself but this one, Becka couldn't speak for a moment, and in that moment the Wicked Egg let her in on it's feelings towards her, Oh well .. wow, she thanked the egg and swiftly moved on, eager to be away from the brash Candidate, she didn't get the burst directed at the other from the wicked egg.

She moved onto the Gold Egg, touching it only for a moment, wishing it well and hoping that she found Hers quickly, even if Becka was Standing she knew that the Gold Egg wouldn't be for her.

She moved on again, stroking the Forest Egg Gently, not wanting to linger too much she touched that one quickly then moved on again. She wanted it over with and she wanted to tell T'rel truthfully that she'd touched them all.

She let her hand rest on the Scaled Egg, curious how bumpy it was. It was pretty though and not unpleasant to touch. She wished she could spend more time on the eggs but she didn't want anyone else calling calling her out, She was embarassed enough as it was.


(rushing through these since it ends tomorrow)

Saenshu's hand twitched ever so slightly as the silver egg's assessment fired into his thoughts like a machine gun. One more insult after another. He furrowed his brow, now seeing why many had walked away from this particular egg so quickly. Who was this egg to judge? It didn't know him at all. He was sure even with access to his thoughts, there was no way it could know what kind of person he was at the core, or whether he deserved anything or not. Come out of that shell and find out. He thought, standing up quickly. Until then, it had no room to talk. To know the silver egg had been berating everyone who had approached it ... his feelings stirred slightly. No one was perfect enough to deserve that sort of opinion.

Choosing to leave the egg to its further demoralizing devices, he began walking towards the Pale Egg. There seemed to be a few other candidates in this area, and he gave a small nod to any who looked his way before resting his palm on the top of the egg, stroking it lightly with his thumb. As aesthetically pleasing as this and last egg was, he now knew the outside did not speak much for the inside of one of these eggs, so he made no assumptions of its contents.