Zira could certainly empathize with being the reluctant recipient of attention beyond his control, but did the egg really have to imply that he was a stick in the mud? He was sorely tempted to pout at that assumption. He wasn't; he was just quiet. Shy. Reserved. There wasn't anything wrong with that. Right?
...why was he letting what an unhatched dragon thought bother him? He shook his head and stepped away with a little sigh. Well, if he Impressed, he doubted it would be to that egg. Maybe the next one he touched would be a bit more receptive. He glanced toward Soleth's eggs again, then at Soleth, and decided to wander over to Aidyth's clutch (or what remained of it, anyway). Moving carefully, he knelt beside the small Ancient Wings egg and touched his fingers to the shell. What colour was inside? Green? Bismuth? Maybe even a black or white?
Schuldig grinned a little while he watched Cordel make the rounds, having picked the Healer out of the crowd, partly because he was Pernese and partly because he was one he'd actually spoken with before. Hmm...sparkly, fluffy, rainbow-y. He wondered whether Cordel would be interested in the most recent reboot (what were they on now? A million?) of that kid's show with the sparkleponies. He chuckled to himself even as he thought that even if the Healer would like something like that, there was likely little chance of him owning up to it.
He peered over the rims of his sunglasses. Nope, not bad at all. He needed to pay the man a visit sometime, when he wasn’t injured or throwing up. Maybe if he showed up with a stiff back or something that could benefit from some hands-on treatment, though…. Aaaand now he was getting off-topic. Eggs. Right. Eggs and touching and the general mind-fuckery thereof. Contentment, confusion, disappointment, pleasure…. Definitely a mixed-bag.
He decided he’d try to pick Cordel’s brain later, along with…hm. Maybe Kezia and an actual Searched Candidate. There was that dark-haired Harper who he’d let rummage through his music files—wait, he wasn’t Candidate. He’d said he had a friend who was, and—what the fuck? Who’d let the kid on the sands? Schuldig blinked at Missandei for a moment, taken by surprise by her small stature before he recognized her as an actual adult Candidate. He might have gotten a glimpse of her here and there, but he couldn’t quite recall. Whatever. If she was a Candidate, he might chat her up later. For now, he’d try this shit for himself.
He stepped away from the wall now and did the bowing protocol thing, even managing to keep a straight face through it. That done, he headed for an egg that had caught his eye earlier. He could swear that the shell’s pattern was different somehow than the last time he’d glanced at it, and…did it just change again? He figured it was probably an optical illusion of some sort, but still, it was a damn distracting and interesting egg, so he put his palm against the Glitch in the Mainframe egg, muttering “Well, you got my attention. Now what?”
Zak gave the egg a warm smile; it reminded him of someone who he was rather close to. “All right, I’ll leave you to your thoughts. But after you hatch, if you ever want to chat with someone besides your rider, just look me up.” With that, he pulled his hand away and looked around the clutches once more.
Hmm, one of Iassenth’s now, he thought., making his way over to the Inner City Skyline egg . Mindful of the last egg’s reaction, he let his fingers hover a hair’s breadth from the shell for a moment. “Hello there,” he greeted with an easy smile. “Hope you’re enjoying yourself so far.” Now that he’d announced his presence as well as he could figure, he let his fingers brush over the shell.