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17.Oct.13, 03:33 AM
V’ler sat in his usual spot atop Veeth with his writing equipment all set up in their usual places as Veeth settled into his usual place at the Sands. It was all very routine now thanks to how regularly Krypth clutched and now he had Okalinath and possibly even Aradissicath to add to the amount of time he spent recording Hatchings.
Everything seemed fairly typical for a Hatching with eggs shaking, dragonets Impressing, Candidates showing a wide range of emotions but there were a few curve balls as well. Aradissicath’s apparent hatred for everyone around her was amusing and V’ler only held his breath for a moment when it seemed like the clumsy gold might harm someone but even that passed with minimal damage. The poor green hatchling that had a tangled wing was heart wrenching and V’ler hoped there was someone with enough skill to help her. T’lian knew everything when it came to human injuries but this would be out of his span of knowledge. Hopefully someone still remembered the skills from turns gone by to help the adorable girl.
The worst part of the Hatching was, of course, the silent golden egg. Indivara storming up to it didn’t really surprise V’ler. He knew her personality well enough by now to expect her impatience to make her do something on impulse; besides, a gold dragon had more or less done the same thing, so why couldn’t Indivara? He hadn’t expected anything that followed. The egg breaking, the collective gasp of everyone in attendance at the sight and smell, and finally, the reactions by the girls but especially by Indivara. The scream was so, well, girly. It was everything Indivara wasn’t and it made green eyes nearly pop out of V’ler’s head as he watched frozen atop Veeth. Only when Indivara started to scramble away did the bluerider snap out of his own shock and slide down his now keening dragon to run for the girl he called friend.
He gently pulled back her long hair as she did what was the natural reaction to such a thing, all the while doing his best not to be part of a chain reaction and join Indivara in bending over. The hug for comfort was just one more surprise for the afternoon after everything running so smoothly and predictably but V’ler held her close and in silence all while hoping she hadn’t gotten anything on his shoes or now his shirt.
It wasn’t okay, so why would he tell her it was? One of the precious gold dragons hadn’t made it and the sight was less than pleasant. Worst of all, Indivara had been the cause of releasing it upon the crowd. She was the first to see and smell the death as well. V’ler felt traumatized by it all from where he sat safely off to the side but he could imagine what it was like for the girl he realized he was now rubbing the back of in small and soft circles. He wasn’t the best at comforting but apparently the event had brought out an attempt in him all the same.
“There’s nothing more for us to do here. Come on.” V’ler figured if he was already helping Indivara, he might as well fully commit to it and make sure she was cleaned up and feeling a bit more emotionally stable. Maybe Veeth could help in some way as well. Knowing that Indivara had moved into the Weyrfolk Hall, V’ler decided his hut would be the better option. It would be much quieter and no one would be sticking their nose in to either check on Indivara or scold her. He also had a small wash basin if any quick freshening up was in order. It seemed perfect and V’ler slowly started to lead Indivara off the Sands. They could hop a ride on Veeth if it was desired but something within told the bluerider that the walk might be desired more but he certainly wasn’t a leading expert on women or what they wanted.
Everything seemed fairly typical for a Hatching with eggs shaking, dragonets Impressing, Candidates showing a wide range of emotions but there were a few curve balls as well. Aradissicath’s apparent hatred for everyone around her was amusing and V’ler only held his breath for a moment when it seemed like the clumsy gold might harm someone but even that passed with minimal damage. The poor green hatchling that had a tangled wing was heart wrenching and V’ler hoped there was someone with enough skill to help her. T’lian knew everything when it came to human injuries but this would be out of his span of knowledge. Hopefully someone still remembered the skills from turns gone by to help the adorable girl.
The worst part of the Hatching was, of course, the silent golden egg. Indivara storming up to it didn’t really surprise V’ler. He knew her personality well enough by now to expect her impatience to make her do something on impulse; besides, a gold dragon had more or less done the same thing, so why couldn’t Indivara? He hadn’t expected anything that followed. The egg breaking, the collective gasp of everyone in attendance at the sight and smell, and finally, the reactions by the girls but especially by Indivara. The scream was so, well, girly. It was everything Indivara wasn’t and it made green eyes nearly pop out of V’ler’s head as he watched frozen atop Veeth. Only when Indivara started to scramble away did the bluerider snap out of his own shock and slide down his now keening dragon to run for the girl he called friend.
He gently pulled back her long hair as she did what was the natural reaction to such a thing, all the while doing his best not to be part of a chain reaction and join Indivara in bending over. The hug for comfort was just one more surprise for the afternoon after everything running so smoothly and predictably but V’ler held her close and in silence all while hoping she hadn’t gotten anything on his shoes or now his shirt.
It wasn’t okay, so why would he tell her it was? One of the precious gold dragons hadn’t made it and the sight was less than pleasant. Worst of all, Indivara had been the cause of releasing it upon the crowd. She was the first to see and smell the death as well. V’ler felt traumatized by it all from where he sat safely off to the side but he could imagine what it was like for the girl he realized he was now rubbing the back of in small and soft circles. He wasn’t the best at comforting but apparently the event had brought out an attempt in him all the same.
“There’s nothing more for us to do here. Come on.” V’ler figured if he was already helping Indivara, he might as well fully commit to it and make sure she was cleaned up and feeling a bit more emotionally stable. Maybe Veeth could help in some way as well. Knowing that Indivara had moved into the Weyrfolk Hall, V’ler decided his hut would be the better option. It would be much quieter and no one would be sticking their nose in to either check on Indivara or scold her. He also had a small wash basin if any quick freshening up was in order. It seemed perfect and V’ler slowly started to lead Indivara off the Sands. They could hop a ride on Veeth if it was desired but something within told the bluerider that the walk might be desired more but he certainly wasn’t a leading expert on women or what they wanted.
