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26.Jul.19, 02:44 AM
Kordiavis did not want to be there. He didn't want anything to do with the clutch that was sired by a blue. Blues were not meant to fly golds and the size of the clutch and Thallyath's apparent mood showed that crystal clear. Why waste his time on a clutch of six eggs? Why risk Impressing to a dragon that didn't have any prestige attached to it? It wasn't even that he only wanted a bronze; he could have a blue and be happy with it. The fact that everyone would know the sire was a blue just made it not worthwhile to him.
Of course Mylorah and Misharan had ganged up on him when he told them each individually that he wasn't wasting his time with the clutch that was associated with a green-turned-blue and a whore goldrider. He supposed he earned the slap Mylorah had given him at the comment about Casa and he figured he also earned his two closest friends teaming up to drag him along and show his support for their friends he didn't really care about. In the end he had agreed, stating it was to shut them up and not because he convinced himself that something might go wrong and he'd never forgive himself if he wasn't close to them and possibly protect them. He sometimes still had nightmares about the last few he Stood for and how people had died and it could have been him or the two people he had finally let in.
So there he was, rolling his eyes at Mylorah and Misharan being excited and trying to lift everyone's moods while looking over at Thallyath and agreeing with her mood. She didn't want them there and he didn't want to be there, yet he was and when he was urged forward with the rest of his small group, Kordiavis did his duty and touched an egg, again rolling his eyes as he did so.
At first he didn't feel or hear anything. He actually checked to make sure his hand was on the shell with nothing hindering it, not that he was in long sleeves or wearing gloves, but check he still did. Nothing. Just like what he was sensing. Nothing.
It was quiet. Oddly so. Kordiavis had a moment to wonder if that was what eternal between felt like, or perhaps what his mother went through after she lost her dragon. Empty and silent. Nothing.
Then that nothing turned into nothing. It felt like something was pulling everything out of him. He no longer felt anything, didn't sense anything, couldn't even breathe. Then he felt his past slip away as if it never happened. Dreams? Future hopes? Nothing. There was nothing left for him; nothing left of him.
Kordiavis did not exist.
Never did. Never would.
That empty sensation faded soon after and Kordiavis' hand slipped free of the egg and he stumbled back, feeling numb and looking around at everything and everyone around him as if he had never seen any of it before. What did any of it mean? Why make connections with anyone? It all meant nothing.
Then he heard a scream, breaking through the void he now existed in and his attention shot back enough to see Mylorah clutching her head and screaming like he couldn't even remember her doing during the killer maulings at the Hatchings.
"Mylo?" He whispered, still confused as he didn't entirely believe he was real or what he was seeing was actually happening as he stumbled in her direction, forgetting about the eggs entirely. Each step cleared his head further and he only saw a friend in pain and he needed to get to her.
Of course Mylorah and Misharan had ganged up on him when he told them each individually that he wasn't wasting his time with the clutch that was associated with a green-turned-blue and a whore goldrider. He supposed he earned the slap Mylorah had given him at the comment about Casa and he figured he also earned his two closest friends teaming up to drag him along and show his support for their friends he didn't really care about. In the end he had agreed, stating it was to shut them up and not because he convinced himself that something might go wrong and he'd never forgive himself if he wasn't close to them and possibly protect them. He sometimes still had nightmares about the last few he Stood for and how people had died and it could have been him or the two people he had finally let in.
So there he was, rolling his eyes at Mylorah and Misharan being excited and trying to lift everyone's moods while looking over at Thallyath and agreeing with her mood. She didn't want them there and he didn't want to be there, yet he was and when he was urged forward with the rest of his small group, Kordiavis did his duty and touched an egg, again rolling his eyes as he did so.
At first he didn't feel or hear anything. He actually checked to make sure his hand was on the shell with nothing hindering it, not that he was in long sleeves or wearing gloves, but check he still did. Nothing. Just like what he was sensing. Nothing.
It was quiet. Oddly so. Kordiavis had a moment to wonder if that was what eternal between felt like, or perhaps what his mother went through after she lost her dragon. Empty and silent. Nothing.
Then that nothing turned into nothing. It felt like something was pulling everything out of him. He no longer felt anything, didn't sense anything, couldn't even breathe. Then he felt his past slip away as if it never happened. Dreams? Future hopes? Nothing. There was nothing left for him; nothing left of him.
Kordiavis did not exist.
Never did. Never would.
That empty sensation faded soon after and Kordiavis' hand slipped free of the egg and he stumbled back, feeling numb and looking around at everything and everyone around him as if he had never seen any of it before. What did any of it mean? Why make connections with anyone? It all meant nothing.
Then he heard a scream, breaking through the void he now existed in and his attention shot back enough to see Mylorah clutching her head and screaming like he couldn't even remember her doing during the killer maulings at the Hatchings.
"Mylo?" He whispered, still confused as he didn't entirely believe he was real or what he was seeing was actually happening as he stumbled in her direction, forgetting about the eggs entirely. Each step cleared his head further and he only saw a friend in pain and he needed to get to her.
