Mr. Giant Dragon tapped his fingertips on the table, causing a dull sound to emit as the vibration passed through the thick velvet cloth to the table surface. Lyle and Alianna unconsciously lowered their voices to provide the true elder with a quiet environment for contemplation.
The giant dragon's claw occasionally moved across the surface of the egg, pressing, kneading, and a pale grey magic power sparkled at the junction. If one's gaze was keen enough, they could see the surface of the egg constantly changing, altering its shape along different energy fluctuations.
Time marched on, and the giant dragon's movements gradually slowed. He would pause for four or five seconds, and just when you thought it was over, he would start moving again. These intervals of inactivity gradually lengthened, and Mr. Giant Dragon's puzzlement became apparent.
Mr. Giant Dragon withdrew his hand.
