2024-07-17 - [7.5] Not in front of the eggs!

Recently Liorenth has started to feel a deafening frustration as he shifts within the shell. He has not identified that it might be because he is growing larger and the egg is not, only that there's a logistic issue that had not occurred to him before. Also his dreams - more separate now from the wakeful periods - are gloomy, split with vague memories of the earthquake, and the beginnings of a kind of claustrophobia. He feels safe in the egg, but also that he needs to get out.

It is the sheer joy and thrill in flying that catches his attention as the dragons rise over the weyr above them. Challenging the chasers with a well executed maneuver - Can you keep up with that one? Hah! Unconsciously, the dragonet flexes forming wings - oh for the freedom of the skies!

He touches on the bronze dragon's mind, but is confused. That one chases because he supposes that he should. But why? Why? Is it a duty ... no ... not really. Is it an order? ... no ... Frustrating that he can't quite grasp this. This isn't the pride that his sire felt in performing his role. More a sort of bored going-through-the-motions.

Liorenth is judging that dragon right now. At least act like you want to be there if you are going to do it at all!

Then it is the chasing green who interests him. She also thrills with the flight and the chase, and she /wants/ the other green, to show that she likes her.

He reflects on this -- Chasing another dragon is how they know you like them and want to be friends -- but oh the glory of being away from the ground, wind in your face, diving and chasing through the air. He is far more interested in the chase than the catch. He wishes the green can win. Does making friends always have to be this competitive...?