Droonda and Msaker have gone into the animal husbandry business. Into the egg hatching business in particular.
The Oracles give a nifty reward at Revered with them. They’ll sell you eggs you can spend a week keeping warm and hatching. You might get a rotten yolk, a pet, or a flying protodrake out of it.
So there we were, our first ever eggs about to hatch.
“Now remember it’s all random,” I tell the lovely Orc Shaman Princess Droonda. “It might be the first egg, it might be the thousandth.” We’re after the green protodrakes. I thought they looked very Orcish, being green and armor plated and brutal and all. And they don’t make that “swooshing” sound the Netherdrakes make. I have a Netherdrake, and Droonda isn’t that many dailies away from getting her own. But she chose not to. “Too loud.” And she liked her swift windrider.
But I thought the protodrakes looked cool, she agreed, and we set off getting into the good graces of the Oracles. It was no more than a week after saving Jaloot from Artruis the Heartless, and doing the dailies every day, that we arrived at Revered with them. And our first eggs were purchased.
On that sixth day we readied ourselves. The lovely Droonda counted down as her egg hatched. 5-4-3-2-1.
You know how you want to undo Time sometimes? Kind of take back stuff, maybe have the opportunity to swap some stuff around, and then return and get a different outcome? That was me, that was my wish.
Her first egg produced an Aged Yolk.
My first reaction was thinking to myself “Ah. It’s going to take some time after all.” And to my wife, “It’s all random.”
And if I could have swapped stuff around, gotten some different outcomes, I would have.
Because I’ve got a Netherwing. I didn’t need a protodrake.
My first egg produced the reins of the Green Proto-Drake.
But it’s random, and we’ll be back at it. Six days from now our next eggs hatch and she’ll have hers.