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25.Jul.19, 09:20 PM
Beckitt waited with the others of his group, all too aware of the angry presence of Thallyanth behind them. He gave Casa and Nerreh a smile as he waited, wishing he could ease their anxiety. He had been one of the first to step up to stand, wanting above all to Impress, but also to support his friends who were going through hell right now. Unable to do much other than wait till they were called to approach, he closed his eyes and took slow breaths, focusing on the heat of the sands beneath his feet instead of the low, constant, rumbling growl from the gold. How would a Harper compose this moment, he wondered. Small reedy pipes for the anxious and excited candidates and a constant tumbling beat on the biggest possible drum to mimic that growl, perhaps?
Hearing his name, he opened his eyes and moved forward with the group, stepping carefully up to the fourth egg of the group. He heard a gasp from one of the girls but paid no attention, smoothing his hand over the surface of the egg and reaching his mind out to the young dragon within. Kitt’s hand shook where it contacted the shell as if unsure to pull away or remain. This… what was going on? He looked around, startled, then took a breath, pushing the sadness and pain down. “You haven’t even been born, little one. You don’t know what it is to live, let alone the rest,” he whispered against the shell before swallowing around a lump in his throat and stepping back.
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Every egg was always different, he reminded himself. And if he had felt that way before, well. That was turns ago. They had rebuilt, and he had come North despite his fears, and his father… better not think too hard on that. He moved to the first egg of the clutch, letting his hand fall gently to its surface. At first there was nothing and he felt confusion crease the space between his brows. Beckitt wasn’t prepared for the grief--the despair that washed over him as the dragonet within touched back. How had it picked up such crippling emotions? He looked up at Thallyanth in horror; was she so dissatisfied with her Flight, with her Clutch that she was influencing them through their shells? Were their thoughts hers? Shards, he hadn’t even felt this way after the landslide.
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As a rule, none of the candidates spoke or giggled amongst themselves at the touching lest they get themselves thrown out, but he looked over at the others and saw pale faces and clammy skin. Not all of the eggs were like this, surely? He stepped to another egg- the sixth, placing both hands on either side and--
How had he ended up on the ground? He dimly heard his name, but it felt miles away or underwater. A hand touched his elbow and he flinched before realizing they were trying to help him up. “I’m fine,” Beckitt heard himself say. His hand fell away from the shell it had still been touching and he unsteadily got to his feet. “Stop. I’m fine,” he insisted when they tried to guide him away. “It just startled me.” He scrubbed at his eyes with the back of a sleeve--when had he started crying? He bit his lip and straightened his back. He’d get through this for his friends. For Faxxoth and Thallyanth. For these six eggs. They deserved a good standing.
Hearing his name, he opened his eyes and moved forward with the group, stepping carefully up to the fourth egg of the group. He heard a gasp from one of the girls but paid no attention, smoothing his hand over the surface of the egg and reaching his mind out to the young dragon within. Kitt’s hand shook where it contacted the shell as if unsure to pull away or remain. This… what was going on? He looked around, startled, then took a breath, pushing the sadness and pain down. “You haven’t even been born, little one. You don’t know what it is to live, let alone the rest,” he whispered against the shell before swallowing around a lump in his throat and stepping back.
~
Every egg was always different, he reminded himself. And if he had felt that way before, well. That was turns ago. They had rebuilt, and he had come North despite his fears, and his father… better not think too hard on that. He moved to the first egg of the clutch, letting his hand fall gently to its surface. At first there was nothing and he felt confusion crease the space between his brows. Beckitt wasn’t prepared for the grief--the despair that washed over him as the dragonet within touched back. How had it picked up such crippling emotions? He looked up at Thallyanth in horror; was she so dissatisfied with her Flight, with her Clutch that she was influencing them through their shells? Were their thoughts hers? Shards, he hadn’t even felt this way after the landslide.
~
As a rule, none of the candidates spoke or giggled amongst themselves at the touching lest they get themselves thrown out, but he looked over at the others and saw pale faces and clammy skin. Not all of the eggs were like this, surely? He stepped to another egg- the sixth, placing both hands on either side and--
How had he ended up on the ground? He dimly heard his name, but it felt miles away or underwater. A hand touched his elbow and he flinched before realizing they were trying to help him up. “I’m fine,” Beckitt heard himself say. His hand fell away from the shell it had still been touching and he unsteadily got to his feet. “Stop. I’m fine,” he insisted when they tried to guide him away. “It just startled me.” He scrubbed at his eyes with the back of a sleeve--when had he started crying? He bit his lip and straightened his back. He’d get through this for his friends. For Faxxoth and Thallyanth. For these six eggs. They deserved a good standing.
