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That touching had been… wild.
Even days after the entire -- fiasco? Was that an appropriate word? She had felt a touch unsettled on her feet, had woken up that first night to nightmares plaguing her mind. Of her family of riders turning away. Zhaydegan riding a stunning dragon, though she couldn’t remember what exact color they had been -- Bronze? Brown? Green? No matter -- now a rider, her cousins all aspiring to greatness, and Dystzha had been watching from… the kitchens. Depressing. Had woken up to scrubbing more tears away than she would ever care to admit. Yet she had flopped over, eventually given up on sleep, and had waited until the sun had come up once more.

The warmth and love that orange leopard spot egg had sheltered her with still remained a safeguard to her, warm and happy in a way Dys had clung to, looked forward to seeing the sweet dragon that would emerge from the egg. Purple Galaxy’s swagger and charm, as well. Such sweet eggs that she couldn’t wait to see move about the sands, to watch them impress.

One thing that had been bothering her since the touching had been another candidate that had been at that last egg, before A’ral called them all back. Tears streaked down her pretty face. Dystzha had been worried for Etansi, ever since then -- but between lessons and her free time spent dabbling her or there -- she hadn’t much time to track down the fellow candidate.

Not today, though!
Muffin in hand, bright eyes glancing around the lower caverns at all the people eating and chatting during the meal -- and finally plunked down in a chair next to the candidate in mind. “Hey! Crazy couple days, huh? Those eggs sure are pretty -- though I ain’t surprised, Khamaith sure is pretty. I wonder if they might hatch soon. Want a muffin?” Dystzha held out said baked good, eyebrows raised curiously. Smooth.

The little firelizard that hissed at her did little to deter Dystzha from making herself comfortable, though she at least had the courtesy of inching back slightly to make the protective little beast perhaps feel a bit more in control. If she wanted to do this, getting bit by a fierce little protector wouldn’t do well in the long run. But making friends with people who had irelizards kept her always prepared to make friends through their tinier stomachs. “Hi little one! Here, I got food for you, too!” There’s a brief moment where she digs into her side bag, producing a small wrapped parcel -- and the small pieces of deepfish jerky that it safely protected. “Here, I think there’s enough for all three.” Dystzha scooted the soft hide wrapping, jerky safely atop, towards the flits. If it wasn’t a good offering, she could always take it back.

“No doubt -- and Turoth is bigger than Khamaith! Those are gonna be some big babies, I think.” Dystzha leaned forward, almost a touch conspiratorial, as she tore into the second muffin she’d brought with her. “I made these when I was on chore duty today -- I think they turned out okay!” Inspecting her halfeaten handiwork in her other hand, Dystzha wiggled the first muffin as if trying to make it more enticing. “You don’t gotta eat it if you don’t wanna, I promise. I’m just curious if you might like it. I went for a couple different berries, I wanted to make a muffin that tasted like a bubbly pie.” That she had begged to make a treat with the cooks that morning, to have some sort of snack to offer as an ice breaker to talk to the pretty girl she wanted to get to know had been between her and the poor woman who had finally given into Dystzha’s questions.

“And a big clutch for a first time mama! Shards, I don’t think I’ve heard an accurate count still.” And trying to count so many eggs while the touching had been going on had been impossible for her with so much going on. But the upcoming clutch was a good, safe topic. “I can’t wait to see what that little purple-y, starry egg is like.”