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26.Jul.19, 12:57 PM
Honestly, Casa hadn’t been overly concerned by Thallyath’s irritability. She had expected it. Not to the degree, certainly, of her gold dragons snarky bitchiness and incredibly sour mood, but she had expected it. Younger and first time golds were known to be possessive and disquieted by the process of the Touching. It was normal.
Even the way the Candidates were responding to Thallyath’s constant rumbling growl and glowing red eyes was normal. Casa wasn’t sure she would have been too quick to want to touch the eggs if she’d been on the Sands. Even her friends, who knew Thallyath, seemed withdrawn. Of course, some were trying to pick the mood up, and Casa smiled thankfully at both Mylorah and Misharan; they were good friends and she was so glad they had chosen to Stand for the tiny clutch Thallyath had produced with Faxxonth.
Taking a deep breath, Casa reached over and grabbed Nerreh’s hand, clinging tightly to it and closing the distance between them so that she was leaning her shoulder against Nerreh’s, still staring out over the clutch. This was supposed to be fun, and exciting, but between Thallyath’s constant rumbling, Faxxonth’s terrified shadow, and the air of disquiet that was hovering over the Candidate class, Casa didn't feel good about it and was especially nervous.
She didn’t expect the shitstorm that followed.
The first Candidate that had a negative reaction, well, that was to be expected at least once, right? Casa remembered some of the girls touching Thallyath’s egg had had a horrible time of it, while she’d been convinced the dragonet would be destined for this or that girl when they came away beaming like they’d already Impressed. It was a strange custom, granted, but it usually helped to settle nerves and get an idea of dragonet personalities and how big they would be, what with standing right by the egg and all that.
As the negative reactions continued, Casa’s features grew more and more drawn, and she squeezed Nerreh’s hand, eyes wide and face sallow, the colour long gone. “What’s going on?” She whispered, broken and confused, as more candidates fell back. Some were bolting off the Sands; some had thrown up; some looked like they were fighting off passing out. And then the screaming. It took Casa far too long — staring blankly — for her to process that it was Mylorah that was screaming; the sound filled with all the pain and horror, and Casa felt her stomach drop, making her feel sick.
“Mylo,” she gasped, staring and unable to move as other friends flew to the girl’s side, touching and murmuring and reassuring. Her screaming eventually faded, but not before Casa was sure she’d never not be able to hear it. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was shaking as she clung to Nerreh. “What’s going on?” She asked again, sobbing and confused. Why were the eggs being so awful? Why were all of them being so terrible?
HE RUINED THEM! Thallyath’s scream clapped through the air and the minds of anyone with an ounce of reception, a snarling, vicious sound of outrage and disgust as the gold dragon swung her head towards Faxxonth and roared, flashing her teeth and puffing up, her wings extended and her head low and swinging, threatening the blue dragon but not quite moving from where Casa had her bound.
“Leave him alone!” Casa screeched, releasing Nerreh’s hand to throw herself onto the Sands, and between the two dragons, knowing her dragon would never risk hurting her, no matter how much she currently wanted to rip Faxxonth apart for destroying her clutch.
THEY DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE! Thallayth roared, and Casa flinched at the thunderous roar in her mind, but she didn’t know if Thallyath meant the blue pair, or the six eggs currently resting on the sands. She shouted at Thallyath, trying to get the dragon to calm down, but it wasn’t working and while she was keeping Thallyath from doing anything either of them would regret — like hurting the blue, eating a candidate, or squishing the eggs — Casa wasn’t sure how long she could prevent the slaughter her dragon wanted to cause.
“Someone call Mizeath!” Casa shrieked, desperately hoping the older gold would be able to pull her distraught bonded back into line. She wasn’t thinking clearly and Casa couldn’t get her to stop focusing on her rage, her embarrassment, her horror at what was going on. “Thallyath!” Casa screamed again, trying to get her dragon to focus on her. “Thallyath stop!”
Even the way the Candidates were responding to Thallyath’s constant rumbling growl and glowing red eyes was normal. Casa wasn’t sure she would have been too quick to want to touch the eggs if she’d been on the Sands. Even her friends, who knew Thallyath, seemed withdrawn. Of course, some were trying to pick the mood up, and Casa smiled thankfully at both Mylorah and Misharan; they were good friends and she was so glad they had chosen to Stand for the tiny clutch Thallyath had produced with Faxxonth.
Taking a deep breath, Casa reached over and grabbed Nerreh’s hand, clinging tightly to it and closing the distance between them so that she was leaning her shoulder against Nerreh’s, still staring out over the clutch. This was supposed to be fun, and exciting, but between Thallyath’s constant rumbling, Faxxonth’s terrified shadow, and the air of disquiet that was hovering over the Candidate class, Casa didn't feel good about it and was especially nervous.
She didn’t expect the shitstorm that followed.
The first Candidate that had a negative reaction, well, that was to be expected at least once, right? Casa remembered some of the girls touching Thallyath’s egg had had a horrible time of it, while she’d been convinced the dragonet would be destined for this or that girl when they came away beaming like they’d already Impressed. It was a strange custom, granted, but it usually helped to settle nerves and get an idea of dragonet personalities and how big they would be, what with standing right by the egg and all that.
As the negative reactions continued, Casa’s features grew more and more drawn, and she squeezed Nerreh’s hand, eyes wide and face sallow, the colour long gone. “What’s going on?” She whispered, broken and confused, as more candidates fell back. Some were bolting off the Sands; some had thrown up; some looked like they were fighting off passing out. And then the screaming. It took Casa far too long — staring blankly — for her to process that it was Mylorah that was screaming; the sound filled with all the pain and horror, and Casa felt her stomach drop, making her feel sick.
“Mylo,” she gasped, staring and unable to move as other friends flew to the girl’s side, touching and murmuring and reassuring. Her screaming eventually faded, but not before Casa was sure she’d never not be able to hear it. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was shaking as she clung to Nerreh. “What’s going on?” She asked again, sobbing and confused. Why were the eggs being so awful? Why were all of them being so terrible?
“Leave him alone!” Casa screeched, releasing Nerreh’s hand to throw herself onto the Sands, and between the two dragons, knowing her dragon would never risk hurting her, no matter how much she currently wanted to rip Faxxonth apart for destroying her clutch.
“Someone call Mizeath!” Casa shrieked, desperately hoping the older gold would be able to pull her distraught bonded back into line. She wasn’t thinking clearly and Casa couldn’t get her to stop focusing on her rage, her embarrassment, her horror at what was going on. “Thallyath!” Casa screamed again, trying to get her dragon to focus on her. “Thallyath stop!”
