Post by Kite on Feb 1, 2010 23:19:51 GMT -5
*Daran steps though the corridor, as he did a month ago, except this time with mounting tension. He dearly desires a dragon, and not just for the power. For the happiness that the change would give him. It would give him a unique sense of purpose, and that was something a drifter like him dearly needs. He would have a place in life, and a high one at that. He never really had the illusions, the dreams of a higher status than “Drifter Merc” until he had been in the room a month before, but now he totally needed it. He needed his fix, and he knew exactly where to get it.
As it was just over a month after he had last tried, he was allowed to try again, and therefore he wouldn’t miss the gods-damned chance. He steps slowly towards the hall, the chamber. He reached the guards, and they simply stepped aside as the head of the watch quietly opened the chamber. Daran stepped through with extreme conviction, the conviction of a man about to get what he most wants in life, but must restrain himself. The head watchman closes the door behind him, and then looks at his fellow watchmen, and they shake their heads in pity. They had seen this sort of determination before, and had only rarely seen the desire fulfilled. However, they reasoned in their heads, this time may be different. Maybe, they ponder, this poor sod will get what he most wants. A Dragon, the hope of the world.
Daran walks to the eggs and again is lost in his rapture. His happiness. His sense of calm in the world. He was truly at ease here, with the most intelligent species in the world. They were the oldest beings, the most wonderfully magical things in the world that Daran has ever encountered or heard about. He had heard stories of spirits that roamed the world, and that they gave off a beautiful sense when one came into contact with them, but he had also learned that this was out of defense, not a true wish for those to be happy. He had heard of the few magical mysteries around the world, but those were not living, to his knowledge. Those were beautiful tricks, or mistakes on nature’s part. However, these scaled beauties were truly the top of the food chain. They almost knocked the elves’ on their prats, and that gave him slight pause. He knew how good an elf could be.
He spends his time over a single egg, feeling drawn to it particularly. It is a color, but Daran does not know how the color of the egg correlates to the color of the dragon, so he disregards it completely. He just watches it closely and speaks softly to it, hoping that it will respond eventually. He knows that it will not respond now, but maybe, just maybe, the speaking with it will aid in the dragon and its mind inside get used to the way he thinks, the way he speaks, and his voice. Especially his presence and voice, as teamwork comes with ease if you are comfortable with your teammates.
He knows that it will be a shock to have the little dragon in his mind constantly. It will be odd to say the least. He wasn’t magical, he could not weave space and matter as his sister and friends could, so he was less used to the business, as well as people being in and out of his consciousness and, honestly, he was slightly creeped out by that closeness. However, he had conquered such feelings before, and strove to push them down now. He feels a true desire to have the companionship. He needed such companionship, if he was honest.
After a few hours, Daran knew it to be later at night, about 8, and he felt slightly tired. He laid down beside the egg and just watches it, putting a hand on it, and slowly falls asleep. The head watchman comes in a little after that and he prods Daran in the back, speaking gruffly to him.*
Come on, son. Lets leave this place. We will know soon what happens with this egg. In the meantime, we are off duty, and we would appreciate a drink with you. Tell us about your experiences in service to the Dark One, and we will do the same.
*Daran blinks up at him, then down at the egg. He watches it for another moment, then stands up and nods to the watchman, before following him out and to the local brewhouse as the next watch approaches the door.*
As it was just over a month after he had last tried, he was allowed to try again, and therefore he wouldn’t miss the gods-damned chance. He steps slowly towards the hall, the chamber. He reached the guards, and they simply stepped aside as the head of the watch quietly opened the chamber. Daran stepped through with extreme conviction, the conviction of a man about to get what he most wants in life, but must restrain himself. The head watchman closes the door behind him, and then looks at his fellow watchmen, and they shake their heads in pity. They had seen this sort of determination before, and had only rarely seen the desire fulfilled. However, they reasoned in their heads, this time may be different. Maybe, they ponder, this poor sod will get what he most wants. A Dragon, the hope of the world.
Daran walks to the eggs and again is lost in his rapture. His happiness. His sense of calm in the world. He was truly at ease here, with the most intelligent species in the world. They were the oldest beings, the most wonderfully magical things in the world that Daran has ever encountered or heard about. He had heard stories of spirits that roamed the world, and that they gave off a beautiful sense when one came into contact with them, but he had also learned that this was out of defense, not a true wish for those to be happy. He had heard of the few magical mysteries around the world, but those were not living, to his knowledge. Those were beautiful tricks, or mistakes on nature’s part. However, these scaled beauties were truly the top of the food chain. They almost knocked the elves’ on their prats, and that gave him slight pause. He knew how good an elf could be.
He spends his time over a single egg, feeling drawn to it particularly. It is a color, but Daran does not know how the color of the egg correlates to the color of the dragon, so he disregards it completely. He just watches it closely and speaks softly to it, hoping that it will respond eventually. He knows that it will not respond now, but maybe, just maybe, the speaking with it will aid in the dragon and its mind inside get used to the way he thinks, the way he speaks, and his voice. Especially his presence and voice, as teamwork comes with ease if you are comfortable with your teammates.
He knows that it will be a shock to have the little dragon in his mind constantly. It will be odd to say the least. He wasn’t magical, he could not weave space and matter as his sister and friends could, so he was less used to the business, as well as people being in and out of his consciousness and, honestly, he was slightly creeped out by that closeness. However, he had conquered such feelings before, and strove to push them down now. He feels a true desire to have the companionship. He needed such companionship, if he was honest.
After a few hours, Daran knew it to be later at night, about 8, and he felt slightly tired. He laid down beside the egg and just watches it, putting a hand on it, and slowly falls asleep. The head watchman comes in a little after that and he prods Daran in the back, speaking gruffly to him.*
Come on, son. Lets leave this place. We will know soon what happens with this egg. In the meantime, we are off duty, and we would appreciate a drink with you. Tell us about your experiences in service to the Dark One, and we will do the same.
*Daran blinks up at him, then down at the egg. He watches it for another moment, then stands up and nods to the watchman, before following him out and to the local brewhouse as the next watch approaches the door.*
