A Night Viewing (Risk Clutches, Candidates Come!)

[purnip]

The pun he got, but he couldn't force himself to laugh. Puns never really did it for him. Instead, he appeared confused as if he didn't get it to begin with. Wrynri still looked concerned, but his own icy eyes remained focused dead ahead like a gargoyle's. It was true, as Baharl said, about risks in general. If Wrynri never took that giant leap from his home, he would have still being trying to fit into a role that he was never too comfortable in. Now that he had moved on, he wasn't sure how he really felt about that decision yet. Was it being a boy or being a Candidate in Dalibor that changed how he felt about his life? Lately he had been brooding a little less, but that might have had something to do with Rethalt and Frino. Did he make friends with them because he was a boy? How might they have treated him if he wasn't? It was a question he didn't hope to be answered. It could be too awkward to their friendship if he revealed to either of them what he was. It was better to avoid all that for the time.

He didn't remain silent, though he was tempted to. Wrynri wasn't downright dreading that day, but he certainly wasn't looking forward to it with the same gusto as Baharl. "I didn't care to be a Candidate when I first got here," he admit, still staring at those eggs. "I thought I'd be fine in drudgery, but someone had other ideas." He waved a hand in the air nonchalantly with a small chuckle. "Destiny loves to have its way with me."

Folding his arms, he was starting to bore of staring at these eggs. A little part of him did want them to hatch, preferably right now, but the shells were too soft. The whers inside would likely die outside those eggs.

[littlefishman]

Lenir took his place near the back of the hatching sands. He had heard the telepathic call but took his time coming as he knew there would be a big rush of Wher candidates coming to see the eggs.

He watched the eggs for quite some time, amazed by the beautiful swirls of color, wondering what color he would impress, if he actually did impress any of them.

He pictured in his mind, the Wher's hatching, and one of them impressing to him. It was a great thought, but he had to reassure himself that not everyone impressed the first time around, and not to get his hopes up.

He was eyeing one egg in particular for most of the time, it was the smallest, and he wondered what could possibly be in it? a grey? Or perhaps even a black? He wouldn't know until the hatching. Nobody would know until the hatching.

[Admin]

I’ve got to breathe,
You can’t take that from me,
Cause it’s all that you left that’s mine,
You had to leave.

Bri spared a glance towards Kire but waved the purple flitter off with a roll of her own eyes. She wasn't one for firelizards. Canines and whers, that was her. Anyway, the flitter's little friend was far more interesting to her. Asterin had finally stood up for himself, and that meant she was actually starting to respect him. His harsh words hardly hurt her feelings. His apology only saddened her. So close, so close, if only he could have stuck to his guns! "You'll do fine;" she assured him, though he hadn't ask any question that her words would answer. It was smidgen of kindness on her part, meant to give him some confidence. Leaning forward, fast enough for her strong design, she gave him a quick hug, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a brief squeeze before she released him. She flashed him a smile that mixed malice with simple amusement.

With that, Bri skipped off. Actually, she didn't quite skip, knowing better than to do that in the presence of a brooding gold. She simply sort of ambled off with a jaunty spring to her step. Obelir was hanging about, listening and continuing to gaze over the eggs. He had noticed the late arrivals, but he didn't know any of them and had no thoughts to think about them. The conversation continued, but it was full of things he already knew and things not directed towards him at all. Distractedly, he peered a tinge closer at the largest egg. That one wouldn't be a dud it, would it? Perhaps it would hold a mauling bronze? Lost in his thoughts, he was surprised when Bri came trundling over to him. She tugged insistently on his arm and he turned, blinking at her. He hadn't thought that she would recall him after their very brief interaction.

"Thanks for allowing us to come, Risk, Ridan; Bri said, voice carefully cheerful as she gave the clutchmother a curt, little nod of respectful farewell. She purposefully neglected to acknowledge Mask and Mataike. Even if they were supposed to give the bronze and his handler the same amount of respect, she wasn't about to give credit where it wasn't due. The time had passed. The viewing was winding down. No need to try Risk's patience. She had things to do, even if the sight of the eggs was a miraculous thing. Slipping out of the den, she simply spared one backwards glance towards the smooth, mottled blobs in the dim light. Once they were out of sight, she focused forward. Obelir put up with her as she dragged him off. He also looked back at the eggs, but his gaze lingered longer on them, They stuck in his mind with one question. What would they hatch?

I’ll leave when the wind blows,
Take a breath and there it goes,
I’ll be outside of your window,
I’ll pass by but I’ll go slow.