smolderingskies
In the end Makimton had decided that the Western clutch just didn't suit him. He wasn't sure he liked the fact that if had impressed to one of their hatchlings, he would of had to remain there a minimum of 5 Turns. It had been a difficult choice for the young man. What if his dragon was there? Would it go between if he wasn't there? In the end he figured Western would have enough candidates that no hatchlings would go between.
While he had chosen not to go, many others at High Reaches had. He'd been full of questions when the Touching had been aborted so early and everyone had returned. Makimton had listened to anyone talking about the experience, but hadn't really been able to pin anyone down for his questions.
Now the hatching was over. The candidates who returned were the rejected ones. The lucky ones to Impress wouldn't be returning any time soon. Makimton had been lurking and trying to find a candidate who'd gone for the hatching. Finally he'd brought his quarry to bay in the lower caverns dining hall. He strolled across the room nonchalantly, although he truly wanted to rush over and start asking questions. He kept his eye on the red head near his own age as he went for a bowl of soup and took it over near her.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" He asked as he indicated the spot next to her.