Touch The Wind [WoC EGG TOUCHING]

[tovaana]

Ceela;

The girl considered the dragon, opening one eye to look at the egg, as if maybe the eggshell itself would answer the mystery. It seemed whatever Sularenth had thought of the egg, she was worried about who touched the egg. Perhaps she had simply wanted to be selective in who touched it, even…if… it wasn’t gold? It didn’t really make sense to her, which slightly flustered her as much as the egg, but Ceela shrugged mentally. ‘Alright, I believe you, that you weren’t naughty.’ She grinned at it with eyes still closed.

Ceela snorted, still smiling, at the question. ‘Oh, do I! I’m the youngest of five brothers and two sisters…well, it seems like a lot, but I suppose you beat me in that regard.' She noted, imagining having as many siblings as a dragon did. And she imagined what the egg suggested, being surrounded by all of her siblings and their thoughts… her nose scrunched at that idea. No, she wouldn’t like that. ‘It’s not that I don’t get along with my siblings…’ She started, thinking about how most of her siblings had embraced her dead father’s vision, especially after he had died. ‘But I see your point.’ She giggled and stuck her tongue out at the egg for a moment (as if the egg could see), ‘I’ll remember that when I’m a dragon mother.’ She teased back.

The blonde was somewhat surprised that the egg knew its purpose, but mostly because she didn’t bring up grim topics like Thread with the young. She knew that some dragons in their eggs could get panicky and she dreaded the idea of giving them things to panic about close to their hatching day… But this egg knew it was made to burn things from the sky. Ceela was less interested in actually fighting Thread, though she knew it was the reason for dragonriders…but she had fallen in love with the idea of flying on a dragon before Thread had returned, so it had been easier to imagine her life just… flying for the sake of flying, not flying and risking her life. Risk was exciting… just not fun. ‘I suppose it’ll be interesting.’ She said and she had seen dragons flame in practice, so she showed the Tarnished, since that was what interested it. ‘I’m more interested in flying on my own dragon, since right now I can only fly a dragon with their rider.’ Technically. Unless she could find a dragon and rider that would let her, though she hadn’t.

She could do this all day, talking to eggs. If they were allowed, she’d go around and converse with all of the eggs, get to know them, love on them. She wondered if Melana or any of the other gold riders did that with their eggs… or was it only the candidates that got that privilege? ‘Does your mother’s rider converse with you?’ She queried, curious of the egg’s limited world.

Treyvin;

The dragon’s calm assurance any time a negative feeling tainted their conversation made Treyvin feel bad, especially when he’d been defensive. ‘Sorry.’ He muttered, shifting on his knees with the awkwardness he’d felt. Still, he could feel the touch of amusement in the egg, including its understanding, and he tried not to be annoyed. ‘You could tell one of your siblings who then could tell another candidate… and then it'd spread like flame.’ And he sighed, nodding mentally at the dragons assurance that his secret would be safe.

He considered the egg’s thought of being open with his secret and being himself. He couldn’t help but imagine himself introducing himself in a way to people that would make him honest. Because… if he didn’t tell people right away, they could think he had been hiding it, or worse, be embarrassed that Treyvin could sense such things. ‘Hi, I’m Treyvin. I can tell what you’re feeling.’ The strange looks he’d get. The disbelief. The more he thought about it, (being open with his thoughts to the dragon), the worse the idea seemed. ‘No… I don’t think… I don’t think it’d be better.’ He said mentally, feeling a little sad by the idea. It was lonely to an extent, but the dragon was right about one thing – even if he tried to act like he was normal, Treyvin wasn’t normal. He never would be. But better be a little lonely inwardly, than having people avoid him, because he was weird or because they feared him or something. Right? He sighed. ‘I dunno.’

‘If you haven’t caught on…’ As he’d been open with his trail of thought earlier, ‘I can… feel people’s feelings… like this connection between us sort of, but just the feelings. I don’t really have a choice, either. I’ve practiced blocking or more like… muting them… but anyways, it’s not normal. People usually use words, tones, body language to express their feelings… but I can feel them.’ He realized that the problem still might not make sense… ‘Like…imagine if you could hear all of your siblings, but they didn’t know you could hear them. It’s sort of… rude, like listening in on something that isn’t yours.’ He tried to control the emotion in himself, because as open as he wanted to be with the dragon, he didn’t want to feel sad or vulnerable.

Zen

[Alyx]

Brenna, Candidate

Brenna was still shaking, her heart rattling against her ribs. She continued to watch Sularenth out of the corner of her vision, just in case the Gold moved again. Did they normally just… move eggs around on the sands with people there? The Wisp Egg’s concern pulled her back around to the fact she was actually doing something before the Gold had decided to spring clean, and tried to take a few deeper breaths. “I’m fine, it was just.. Yea.” She laughed softly. How did she explain it?

She closed her eyes, pulling up the image of Sularenth sitting there; then did her best to replay the whole moment, at least as best as she could remember. ‘I guess I kind of forgot she was there. I didn’t expect her to start moving eggs around while we were here talking to you.’ She hoped that she had explained it well enough to the Wisp Egg. She very much enjoyed the curiosity the creature inside seemed to have and tried to remember what they had been talking about before Sularenth had scared a few turns off her life. ‘But as for you being pretty… here.’ She opened her eyes, memorizing in detail the egg under her palm, then offered the image to the baby inside it. “I’m sure you don’t actually match your egg, but your shell is still very pretty. I expect you are just as pretty, if not prettier.”

Brenna could have stayed all day, just talking with the egg. She kind of wanted to, honestly. She waited a moment, then tapped a finger on the shell. ‘I’ve kept you to myself for almost the whole time. You want me to go so you can meet other people? As much as I enjoy talking with you, I want to make sure you get the best match, you know?’ She smiled softly, really wishing she could just spend the rest of the day with the egg.