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26.Jul.19, 04:19 AM
EGG 06
As soon as her fingers touched the sixth egg she had to suck in a breath of surprise as she felt immediately assaulted.
Nauseating, whirling, gravity-defying stomach rolls left her with the not-so-polite feeling she ought to spray the sands with the leftovers of her formerly digested lunch. Thankfully, being a Healer had her quite prepared to quash that urge, thank you.
It was with a quick, sharply confused breath that she stepped away, swaying a little as she took a moment. She felt as if she hadn’t engaged at all with it. Faranth knew that hadn’t been much of a hello.
It was, however, new and incredibly concerning.
Was Thallyath angry in a protective bent or a general angry at the whole situation sort of...way? Sariel was about to pause to speculate more as her fingers met the egg’s warm surface. Maybe she ought to think about anything else but the Flight.
Rainbows, the first klah cup of the day,
L’gan, their daughters…
Much better, she thought, as the feeling of rather acute nausea faded away.
EGG 05
The fifth egg upped the anté sparking her nerves in a sort of skittering, haunted way, like being trapped some dark and closed in place. There was relief from roiling nausea at least. The claustrophobic feeling pressed in on her further, the pressure of it unrelenting, as if someone were pushing her body down and down and down into the smallest space possible...
And then pressing her further.
She was going to see this through, she told herself. They were dragonets, weren't they? Nearly ready to hatch but they deserved nothing ill spoken about them. She fought the darkness with the light she had about her, bringing with it everything about the world that was positive. And reached a little more.
The dragonet! She felt the wings of its presence beating away at her mind, fragile, unsteady but there. It was alive, that much she knew and soon, she hoped to see it free on the Sands. Free and Impressed.
This negativity, though, was apparently pervasive to the very sands.
EGG 04
Sariel was determined to make it through the whole clutch and as she went to brush her fingers against the fourth egg, she saw a few Candidates run - actually run from the Sands. Some went from horror, some seemed to weep as if they had lost something precious. If it were any indication of the difficulties to come, she was going to have to indulge in wine. Sariel let out a soft but determined sigh and steeled herself from what was to come. It was much like the Infirmary, moving from one patient to another. Fresh eyes and a warm heart, one of her mentors used to say.
Her fingers sank against the egg carefully and she found she was met by, well, nothing.
It wasn’t a dud or the dam would have cast it aside by now. It was viable. Perhaps it wasn't quite ready to be touched. It wasn't its fault.
In an instant, she was nowhere. Sariel had gone between often enough that she knew the strangely disoriented feeling it gave. Her breath instictively held and her face went pale. What if she never got out of here, this darkness? Never came back from the Touching? Could it happen? Could you get stuck in this place?
It would have to come out at some point and so would she. Her chest tightened in response as she counted somewhere inside of her head. It was so dark that it seemed to stretch on for turns so that when she was finally released with the tiniest response from the egg, her knees gave. She gasped for a moment carefully controlling her breathing as her forehead brushed the shell.
Her face remained pale but determined. She had never run from anything in her life. She would not run now.
...however, she was definitely going to take a moment.
As soon as her fingers touched the sixth egg she had to suck in a breath of surprise as she felt immediately assaulted.
Nauseating, whirling, gravity-defying stomach rolls left her with the not-so-polite feeling she ought to spray the sands with the leftovers of her formerly digested lunch. Thankfully, being a Healer had her quite prepared to quash that urge, thank you.
It was with a quick, sharply confused breath that she stepped away, swaying a little as she took a moment. She felt as if she hadn’t engaged at all with it. Faranth knew that hadn’t been much of a hello.
It was, however, new and incredibly concerning.
Was Thallyath angry in a protective bent or a general angry at the whole situation sort of...way? Sariel was about to pause to speculate more as her fingers met the egg’s warm surface. Maybe she ought to think about anything else but the Flight.
Rainbows, the first klah cup of the day,
L’gan, their daughters…
Much better, she thought, as the feeling of rather acute nausea faded away.
EGG 05
The fifth egg upped the anté sparking her nerves in a sort of skittering, haunted way, like being trapped some dark and closed in place. There was relief from roiling nausea at least. The claustrophobic feeling pressed in on her further, the pressure of it unrelenting, as if someone were pushing her body down and down and down into the smallest space possible...
And then pressing her further.
She was going to see this through, she told herself. They were dragonets, weren't they? Nearly ready to hatch but they deserved nothing ill spoken about them. She fought the darkness with the light she had about her, bringing with it everything about the world that was positive. And reached a little more.
The dragonet! She felt the wings of its presence beating away at her mind, fragile, unsteady but there. It was alive, that much she knew and soon, she hoped to see it free on the Sands. Free and Impressed.
This negativity, though, was apparently pervasive to the very sands.
EGG 04
Sariel was determined to make it through the whole clutch and as she went to brush her fingers against the fourth egg, she saw a few Candidates run - actually run from the Sands. Some went from horror, some seemed to weep as if they had lost something precious. If it were any indication of the difficulties to come, she was going to have to indulge in wine. Sariel let out a soft but determined sigh and steeled herself from what was to come. It was much like the Infirmary, moving from one patient to another. Fresh eyes and a warm heart, one of her mentors used to say.
Her fingers sank against the egg carefully and she found she was met by, well, nothing.
It wasn’t a dud or the dam would have cast it aside by now. It was viable. Perhaps it wasn't quite ready to be touched. It wasn't its fault.
In an instant, she was nowhere. Sariel had gone between often enough that she knew the strangely disoriented feeling it gave. Her breath instictively held and her face went pale. What if she never got out of here, this darkness? Never came back from the Touching? Could it happen? Could you get stuck in this place?
It would have to come out at some point and so would she. Her chest tightened in response as she counted somewhere inside of her head. It was so dark that it seemed to stretch on for turns so that when she was finally released with the tiniest response from the egg, her knees gave. She gasped for a moment carefully controlling her breathing as her forehead brushed the shell.
Her face remained pale but determined. She had never run from anything in her life. She would not run now.
...however, she was definitely going to take a moment.
