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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 11:54 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 11:55 am
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Farensil smiled and shrugged. "Dragonets want what they want. There's really no way for us to tell until they've said so." She patted the girl's back. "But... it's important to police your thoughts, or you might scare someone off." She took hold of the girl's hand and held it a little tighter as the gold came to inspect them, and shook them both off with a wave of sweetness. She, herself, gave the gold a little bow, and thanked her for them as she moved on, wishing her well.
It wasn't much longer that one of the other eggs began racing around the candidate line and bowled someone over, only to break loose as a fetching white and immediately turn to rainbow eyes! The one it had bowled over? ... No, apparently someone nearby, though.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 11:57 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 12:06 pm
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[ r'ose and sahrawith ]
More dragonets were hatching and finding theirs at a rather nice clip, if R'ose did say so himself, and so the teen moved to hurry up a but more in getting Sahrawith properly oiled up. Everything already covered once, twice, three times - so any additional oiling at this point in time was to simply make himself feel better and not have to worry about her hide splitting at this exact moment. Honestly he was glad he'd bothered to pay the barest of attention in Candidate lessons, as his memory made it easy enough to know just what to do.
"Sahrawith, you good?" His question was met with total silence, and for a brief second R'ose felt a chill echo in his mind. "Sahrawith?" A glance toward his dragon's face (he'd had his back to her, rubbing her feet) had him see her eyes were closed....but her jaws wide open. And...she was snoring.
It took no small measure of strength not to laugh loudly and wake her up, his dragonet clearly enjoying the attention, the sun, and a full belly well enough to simply pass out in style. Her snores were soft and her breath smelled of meat, which prompted R'ose to close her snout up and roll her over onto her stomach, allowing for him to work on her wings again. "You're a mess."
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