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31.May.18, 02:13 PM
V’ler knew it was kind of unnecessary for him to record Ista’s Hatching when he lived in Telgar and kept his hands full recording everything that went on there. But to be honest, he didn’t trust anyone else with such important things and didn’t want to see what happened through someone else’s eyes. Everything he wrote down was, in truth, more for himself. Sure he eventually passed along his records of Katila to Harper Hall after making them beg him for nearly two turns – which they deserved for stripping him of his rank and the way the Stolen had been treated by all Halls – but V’ler simply liked having his own completed collection of Flights and major events in his own hand and as his own account to grab at any time.
So he found himself waking up far too early, dealing with Indivara’s complaints about being awake early, not being able to go, and then being left alone in bed. Somehow he still managed to get to the Hatching before a dragon peeked its head out and V’ler settled in at a nice spot where he could see everything and still be left alone.
For the most part, the Hatching was much like any other with adorable hatchlings popping out, doing cute things, or running in circles around Candidates. V’ler hadn’t been prepared for the blue that latched onto a kid’s hand though. Only after all the commotion went on did he realise why the boy looked semi-familiar and knew him to be one of R’nd’s brood. As Ayontay was rushed off, V’ler forced himself to log the event but saw his hand was shaking. Sighing, he set his quill down and rubbed his temples, willing the memories of his own Hatching away. There had been a lot of blood and good people injured and scarred for life; Indivara being the poster child. Typically, he didn’t look back on it, not even during Hatchings, but it was hard not to make the comparisons when something similar happened again.
When Ayontay returned and seemed okay, V’ler took up his quill again and made a note of that. He was happy the kid was back and hoped the damage was minimal. He didn’t think too much more on it when another eager batch of babies made their presence known. V’ler was actually smiling at the little green’s sneezing and running off on her bronze brother, happy the mood had shifted again and people seemed to have gotten over previous injuries.
Until the brown burst onto the scene.
There was no way he was seeing what he was seeing. How could a dragonet do that? With Hoth, V’ler was certain it was all an accident and the cranky bronze had only been trying to get where he wanted to be, but this brown seemed determined to fill his tummy. Just like V’ler was determined not to empty his.
As he watched, somehow unable to look away, he saw flashes of Indivara lying on the ground. It shifted from real memories to her being snacked on and just like in the past, V’ler didn’t move. He didn’t make a single twitch to help those girls on the ground. He hated the sight of blood and already felt like he was going to be sick but continuously thinking that Indivara was one being mauled again had him paralysed. Until the bile finally rose and sent V’ler scrambling away from his notes. He made it about ten feet before losing the couple of slices of bread and cup of water he had grabbed on his way out.
To top it all off, he heard Veeth’s screams in his head. An unending heartbreaking wail that made V’ler want to find his dragon and hold him forever. His sweet dragon was likely upset from what the brown did, but he no doubt also saw what V’ler had been seeing in his mind. Veeth loved Indivara, long before V’ler realised he even wanted her around as a friend and his thoughts no doubt upset him. He tried to soothe Veeth through their bond but it wasn’t going too well. He could barely soothe himself, but finally Veeth stopped his keening, saying something about Larrikith was with him and Ayyonth had joined as well.
He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and shook from the exertion. He didn’t want to look back. He really couldn’t take the sight of the girls on the ground again but he owed it to them. One, maybe both, were dead. They had been happy minutes earlier, hoping for their chance to Impress, and now this. He didn’t want them to be forgotten and made himself crawl back to his notes, a very shaky hand picking up the quill and dipping it in the ink pot. He didn’t know their names, but he would get the before he left. He had to write their fate first and then he would learn their stories.
He saw the boy walking away with the evil brown dragonet and wished the boy luck. At least, he hoped the kid wasn’t as evil, but V’ler assumed the voice he heard when he wasn’t looking belonged to the one that Impressed such a beast. That helped bolster his hope that the kid could keep the dragon in check and he made another note to get those names later as well.
How was he going to tell Indivara about this Hatching?
So he found himself waking up far too early, dealing with Indivara’s complaints about being awake early, not being able to go, and then being left alone in bed. Somehow he still managed to get to the Hatching before a dragon peeked its head out and V’ler settled in at a nice spot where he could see everything and still be left alone.
For the most part, the Hatching was much like any other with adorable hatchlings popping out, doing cute things, or running in circles around Candidates. V’ler hadn’t been prepared for the blue that latched onto a kid’s hand though. Only after all the commotion went on did he realise why the boy looked semi-familiar and knew him to be one of R’nd’s brood. As Ayontay was rushed off, V’ler forced himself to log the event but saw his hand was shaking. Sighing, he set his quill down and rubbed his temples, willing the memories of his own Hatching away. There had been a lot of blood and good people injured and scarred for life; Indivara being the poster child. Typically, he didn’t look back on it, not even during Hatchings, but it was hard not to make the comparisons when something similar happened again.
When Ayontay returned and seemed okay, V’ler took up his quill again and made a note of that. He was happy the kid was back and hoped the damage was minimal. He didn’t think too much more on it when another eager batch of babies made their presence known. V’ler was actually smiling at the little green’s sneezing and running off on her bronze brother, happy the mood had shifted again and people seemed to have gotten over previous injuries.
Until the brown burst onto the scene.
There was no way he was seeing what he was seeing. How could a dragonet do that? With Hoth, V’ler was certain it was all an accident and the cranky bronze had only been trying to get where he wanted to be, but this brown seemed determined to fill his tummy. Just like V’ler was determined not to empty his.
As he watched, somehow unable to look away, he saw flashes of Indivara lying on the ground. It shifted from real memories to her being snacked on and just like in the past, V’ler didn’t move. He didn’t make a single twitch to help those girls on the ground. He hated the sight of blood and already felt like he was going to be sick but continuously thinking that Indivara was one being mauled again had him paralysed. Until the bile finally rose and sent V’ler scrambling away from his notes. He made it about ten feet before losing the couple of slices of bread and cup of water he had grabbed on his way out.
To top it all off, he heard Veeth’s screams in his head. An unending heartbreaking wail that made V’ler want to find his dragon and hold him forever. His sweet dragon was likely upset from what the brown did, but he no doubt also saw what V’ler had been seeing in his mind. Veeth loved Indivara, long before V’ler realised he even wanted her around as a friend and his thoughts no doubt upset him. He tried to soothe Veeth through their bond but it wasn’t going too well. He could barely soothe himself, but finally Veeth stopped his keening, saying something about Larrikith was with him and Ayyonth had joined as well.
He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and shook from the exertion. He didn’t want to look back. He really couldn’t take the sight of the girls on the ground again but he owed it to them. One, maybe both, were dead. They had been happy minutes earlier, hoping for their chance to Impress, and now this. He didn’t want them to be forgotten and made himself crawl back to his notes, a very shaky hand picking up the quill and dipping it in the ink pot. He didn’t know their names, but he would get the before he left. He had to write their fate first and then he would learn their stories.
He saw the boy walking away with the evil brown dragonet and wished the boy luck. At least, he hoped the kid wasn’t as evil, but V’ler assumed the voice he heard when he wasn’t looking belonged to the one that Impressed such a beast. That helped bolster his hope that the kid could keep the dragon in check and he made another note to get those names later as well.
How was he going to tell Indivara about this Hatching?
