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10.Aug.19, 11:16 AM
Casa resisted the urge to wrap her arms around herself and shiver, despite the hot sands beneath her feet, as the oppressive negativity grew around her. It wasn’t just those people that sneered at her (and Thallyath, and Faxxonth and Nerreh) for the situation, but the entirety of it -- from the way Thallyath was acting, to the way Faxxonth reacted. Casa felt sorry for the young blue, though she was careful not to actively think such things, less it set off Thallyath. She felt sorry for herself, too, but was trying really hard not to publicly display her distress, at least not too much.
Watching silently as people came, Casa returned nods and stiff smiles with those that sent them her way, and breathed a sigh of relief when Nerreh joined her. The bluerider’s apology was met with a grimace, Casa no more sure what it was in reference to than Nerreh; she was just glad to no longer be alone as she stood there. The number of Candidates that had chosen to sit on the sidelines, rather than participating, was depressing, but after the fiasco of the Touching and the way the eggs affected those that had Touched them, Casa was genuinely more surprised by the number that were still actively standing.
Doing her best to shake off her thoughts, Casa turned her gaze towards the Sands when a ripple of interest spread across the spectators and the Candidates; one of the eggs had finally managed to put a good crack in the shell, the sound echoing loudly in the almost silent grounds; Casa had never heard so much quiet with a crowd so large. It wasn’t natural, especially at a Hatching! They should be filled with joy, and excitement and anticipation not… dread.
Casa resisted cringing when she was pummeled with Thallyath’s shame as the shell broke away, and a tiny green dragonet poked her nose out. Casa frowned, recognising that something wasn’t right, but unable to quite put her finger on what until the little creature managed to slither out of the small hole she’d created. Casa’s features lost what colour was there, and a hand lifted to quietly hide her shocked mouth.
The little green dragon mewed hopelessly as she crumpled; the creature was horrifically emaciated. Incredibly small, even for a green, the little baby was naught more than a paper thin and sickly green hide stretched over delicate bones. Her eyes were sunkern and dull, and her head looked massive against the rest of her little body. She mewed once more, the sound a whimper of distress, barely loud enough to be heard -- and heard only because the Sands were so unnaturally quiet. Casa bit back the urge to cry, fighting for strength and dignity, as the little green (and really, she was only assuming it was green) gave a shuddering sigh, and went limp.
Leave it. Thallyath demanded quietly, her voice startling Casa so she flinched; the gold dragon didn’t so much as twitch, but the two Candidate that had moved towards the dead dragonet stopped in their tracks, and followed Thallayth’s gaze to another egg, which was toppling over itself, cracks forming in a rapid storm of motion over the shell…
Watching silently as people came, Casa returned nods and stiff smiles with those that sent them her way, and breathed a sigh of relief when Nerreh joined her. The bluerider’s apology was met with a grimace, Casa no more sure what it was in reference to than Nerreh; she was just glad to no longer be alone as she stood there. The number of Candidates that had chosen to sit on the sidelines, rather than participating, was depressing, but after the fiasco of the Touching and the way the eggs affected those that had Touched them, Casa was genuinely more surprised by the number that were still actively standing.
Doing her best to shake off her thoughts, Casa turned her gaze towards the Sands when a ripple of interest spread across the spectators and the Candidates; one of the eggs had finally managed to put a good crack in the shell, the sound echoing loudly in the almost silent grounds; Casa had never heard so much quiet with a crowd so large. It wasn’t natural, especially at a Hatching! They should be filled with joy, and excitement and anticipation not… dread.
Casa resisted cringing when she was pummeled with Thallyath’s shame as the shell broke away, and a tiny green dragonet poked her nose out. Casa frowned, recognising that something wasn’t right, but unable to quite put her finger on what until the little creature managed to slither out of the small hole she’d created. Casa’s features lost what colour was there, and a hand lifted to quietly hide her shocked mouth.
The little green dragon mewed hopelessly as she crumpled; the creature was horrifically emaciated. Incredibly small, even for a green, the little baby was naught more than a paper thin and sickly green hide stretched over delicate bones. Her eyes were sunkern and dull, and her head looked massive against the rest of her little body. She mewed once more, the sound a whimper of distress, barely loud enough to be heard -- and heard only because the Sands were so unnaturally quiet. Casa bit back the urge to cry, fighting for strength and dignity, as the little green (and really, she was only assuming it was green) gave a shuddering sigh, and went limp.
