Post by Kite on Mar 3, 2010 0:16:03 GMT -5
*This would call to Daran less if he had a job, but he found himself in a dry spot. Perhaps this was for some cosmicreason, or he just had an aura that said "Don't hire me! I'm on a quest from the holy GODS!", or perhaps the Empire knew what he was doing and they just were not going to interfere. Whatever it was, it just left him to dwell on the failure he was experiencing. Perhaps THAT wa what the Empire was saying. They were telling him that if he was too inadequate to have a dragon hatch for him, he was too inadequate to complete a task for them.
This was the last thing that he wanted.
Today, on his third attempt, he goes in with utter determination. He sets in with his usual sense of direction, his sense of calm, and his utter precision. Today, he was going in as himself, and that, he thinks, will prove to be he difference. He will go in as himself, and they will feel that. They will make there choice. If they don’t, well, he will keep trying, but Daran does not see what else could persuade them.
He steps up to the guards and salutes them. He knew the current guard-in-command, Fallan, well now because of the time of month he goes to the room, as well as them pubbing together. Fallan sighs softly as Daran approaches and turns without a word to open the chamber. Daran nods in thanks to Fallan and puts a hand on his shoulder as he passes by. Then, he is into the room and the door is closed behind him.
He is in the room of his destiny, his fears, and his dreams.
He resolves himself before touching the eggs. He is himself this time. He knows what they are, the responsibility that comes with it, and you know what? He doesn't care. He is willing to be a symbol, a powerful tool, and all for this tiny, powerful creature. It would be no different than working jobs with a partner. He would enjoy this sort of a bonding as well.
A second set of eyes and ears to help him. A partner that he can rely on, a partner that he has a connection to. These are things that every man needs, regardless of race, occupation, or standing.
He begins his survey of the room, touching each while filled with the resolve within him. This is his chance, and he believes deeply that he will succeed, and is excited deep within about who his dragon will be, and what sort of mental touch it will have.
The time seemed to pass quicker than it had on the previous attempts, and he felt confident. Something was bound to happen. Fallan steps in and waves towards Daran, who walks up to him and puts his arm around the guard. He only has one thing to say.*
Hopefully… Certainly... There is no other outcome.
*He then salutes the guards and walks back down the hall, starting to anticipate the message he hopes will come, that he prays will come.*
This was the last thing that he wanted.
Today, on his third attempt, he goes in with utter determination. He sets in with his usual sense of direction, his sense of calm, and his utter precision. Today, he was going in as himself, and that, he thinks, will prove to be he difference. He will go in as himself, and they will feel that. They will make there choice. If they don’t, well, he will keep trying, but Daran does not see what else could persuade them.
He steps up to the guards and salutes them. He knew the current guard-in-command, Fallan, well now because of the time of month he goes to the room, as well as them pubbing together. Fallan sighs softly as Daran approaches and turns without a word to open the chamber. Daran nods in thanks to Fallan and puts a hand on his shoulder as he passes by. Then, he is into the room and the door is closed behind him.
He is in the room of his destiny, his fears, and his dreams.
He resolves himself before touching the eggs. He is himself this time. He knows what they are, the responsibility that comes with it, and you know what? He doesn't care. He is willing to be a symbol, a powerful tool, and all for this tiny, powerful creature. It would be no different than working jobs with a partner. He would enjoy this sort of a bonding as well.
A second set of eyes and ears to help him. A partner that he can rely on, a partner that he has a connection to. These are things that every man needs, regardless of race, occupation, or standing.
He begins his survey of the room, touching each while filled with the resolve within him. This is his chance, and he believes deeply that he will succeed, and is excited deep within about who his dragon will be, and what sort of mental touch it will have.
The time seemed to pass quicker than it had on the previous attempts, and he felt confident. Something was bound to happen. Fallan steps in and waves towards Daran, who walks up to him and puts his arm around the guard. He only has one thing to say.*
Hopefully… Certainly... There is no other outcome.
*He then salutes the guards and walks back down the hall, starting to anticipate the message he hopes will come, that he prays will come.*
