29.Jul.19, 07:57 AM
L’gan had volunteered for a while in the infirmary, wanting something to do while he waited for Sariel. They had agreed to meet up afterwards to check in, since she would be remaining in the Candidates barracks after tonight, and she was so excited. After a couple hours he had gone down to get some klah and take a break as there were too many cooks in the kitchen--or medics in the infirmary in this case. He just missed the first of the shocked candidates brought down.
While in the hall he heard, like the others around, Thallyath’s screams and the commotion as Mizeath confronted her. He was halfway to his feet when Semath reminded him they should stay out of the way unless called for; the last thing to do would be to get between two golds if they decided to fight. He grimaced, but agreed, and went to get another cup of klah and some information about what was going on. Unable to wait and knowing the dragons were undoubtedly talking about it as well, he reached out and asked, Semath, what’s happening?
Semath’s reply was delayed, and rather cryptic. The eggs are… wrong. Candidates are afraid, but Mizeath has Thallyath controlled. She won’t hurt them. She wouldn’t hurt who? The eggs? The candidates? But Semath didn’t know or wouldn’t say. She was upset, he could hear it in her voice, and little wonder. The green loved hatchings, loved meeting the new babies, and for so much tension to be surrounding these six eggs, it wasn’t easy on her.
He seized the cup of klah gratefully, warming his hands around it despite the heat of the afternoon. He looked up when he heard Sariel speak, reached over and squeezed her hand. “Bell, you’re alright? We’ve just heard rumors.” His eyes searched her face, concern etched on his own.
While in the hall he heard, like the others around, Thallyath’s screams and the commotion as Mizeath confronted her. He was halfway to his feet when Semath reminded him they should stay out of the way unless called for; the last thing to do would be to get between two golds if they decided to fight. He grimaced, but agreed, and went to get another cup of klah and some information about what was going on. Unable to wait and knowing the dragons were undoubtedly talking about it as well, he reached out and asked, Semath, what’s happening?
Semath’s reply was delayed, and rather cryptic. The eggs are… wrong. Candidates are afraid, but Mizeath has Thallyath controlled. She won’t hurt them. She wouldn’t hurt who? The eggs? The candidates? But Semath didn’t know or wouldn’t say. She was upset, he could hear it in her voice, and little wonder. The green loved hatchings, loved meeting the new babies, and for so much tension to be surrounding these six eggs, it wasn’t easy on her.
He seized the cup of klah gratefully, warming his hands around it despite the heat of the afternoon. He looked up when he heard Sariel speak, reached over and squeezed her hand. “Bell, you’re alright? We’ve just heard rumors.” His eyes searched her face, concern etched on his own.