- The Blood Spots Egg to Aranrod
"I bet it's pretty deceptive, how violent your shell looks," she murmured. "Everyone else who has touched you has seemed happy enough afterward. You're really nice and friendly, aren't you? There's always blood at births, though, isn't there?"
You have them curious. "Violent? My shell looks violent? Well, that is something isn't it. Yes, I assure you that whatever my shell may look like, I am not violent. I wouldn't say that I'm boring, either though, but there is a big difference between being exciting and being violent. I like to think that I am nice and friendly. I at least try to be. Don't you worry, if I have my way then all there will be at my birth is joy and happiness."
Aranrod smiled at the friendly egg. Such a pleasant personality, and Aranrod was sure it would choose someone just as nice. There were plenty of nice people among the candidates, maybe even some on the boys' side no matter how much easier Aranrod considered it to trust other girls. Honestly, she could run through a list in her head of girls that were nice enough for the egg. She just wasn't certain that she was on that list. Still, she was smiling as she walked away from The Blood Spots Egg
. She had no doubt that someone likeable would end up with that dragon.
She looked among the eggs she hadn't touched yet. She probably SHOULD gravitate toward that blue one, as a harper, but The Through The Leaves Egg
looked sort of like if someone had turned the inkspots on The Spilled Ink Egg
green. She knew there was no reason to expect a similar personality because she could see similarities in the eggs, but it wasn't like she had any other kind of information to go on.
The touched the spots that looked like either splotchy leaves or green inkblots, and smiled at the shell. "I know that you probably just want OUT at this point," she told it. "I don't think it's going to be TOO much longer, just a few days, I hope." Even if she got left behind again, Aranrod would try to feel happy not only for the lucky new weyrlings, but for the hatchlings that finally got to spread their wings.
- The Red Sandstorm Egg to Varren
"Are you going to be a small dragon, a blue or a green?" he asked it. "You have one of the smaller eggs, so I sort of think you will be a small color. I love my sister's garnet, but I've always thought having a small dragon would be better for me. I'm probably not assertive enough to Impress a bronze, after all."
An amused chuckle can be felt vibrating from the bright shell of this smaller egg. "Am I now? Well, I shall have to make up for my small stature with a big personality won't I?"
There was no offense taken. "Buck up, young man. Perhaps you're not assertive now, but that does not mean you are doomed never to be. You can do anything if you put your mind to it. Besides, I believe it is up to us whether or not we decide if you are enough of anything for our liking."
The egg felt more confident in Varren than he was in himself, and it was a good feeling. He usually only felt that certainty when dealing with his plants, and he had definitely never felt that secure while on the Hatching Sands before. He was smiling as he walked away from The Red Sandstorm Egg
, and the smile was still on his face when he made it to The Forest River Egg
. "Hello," he said, "I've liked meeting most of your siblings. I wonder if you've all liked meeting us?"