10.Aug.19, 12:25 PM
Despite the fear and anxiety surrounding the hatching, Beckitt felt his heart leap with that familiar rush of excitement as cracks began to form on one of the shells. Finally. R’dal was right, everything would be okay. The babies were fighting to be born, even now.
He couldn’t help a gasp as the skeletal form emerged from the shell. The tiny green moved as if every movement was agony, barely out of her shell before she cried and went limp. Beckitt flinched as the keening began, taking a step back from where he’d moved as if to help the dragonet. He wondered which egg that had been as he tried to shut out the terrible sadness the keening sent through his soul. He couldn’t - he wouldn’t - think about the last time he’d heard such misery.
But then Mylorah began to plead and sob, and his head whipped around to his friend as she fell to her knees. He scrambled to her side and threw his arms around her, rocking her gently. “Mylo, it’s okay. It’s okay. We aren’t in Katilia, we’re in Ista. It’s not happening again, we aren’t trapped. Mylo, you need to get up… Come on.” He helped her clamber to her feet, turning away from the dead dragonet and scanning faces for someone to help. Maybe one of the healers could give her something to help her calm down? Kitt didn’t know what to do.
But the sight of the faces in the stands seemed to help her snap out of it. He rested his head on hers for a moment, checking if she was alright, and holding her hand until she wanted to pull away as they heard another shell begin to crack. He shuddered and looked around at his friends, trying to put on a brave face, if only to try to welcome the poor creatures with a smile rather than sobs.
He couldn’t help a gasp as the skeletal form emerged from the shell. The tiny green moved as if every movement was agony, barely out of her shell before she cried and went limp. Beckitt flinched as the keening began, taking a step back from where he’d moved as if to help the dragonet. He wondered which egg that had been as he tried to shut out the terrible sadness the keening sent through his soul. He couldn’t - he wouldn’t - think about the last time he’d heard such misery.
But then Mylorah began to plead and sob, and his head whipped around to his friend as she fell to her knees. He scrambled to her side and threw his arms around her, rocking her gently. “Mylo, it’s okay. It’s okay. We aren’t in Katilia, we’re in Ista. It’s not happening again, we aren’t trapped. Mylo, you need to get up… Come on.” He helped her clamber to her feet, turning away from the dead dragonet and scanning faces for someone to help. Maybe one of the healers could give her something to help her calm down? Kitt didn’t know what to do.
But the sight of the faces in the stands seemed to help her snap out of it. He rested his head on hers for a moment, checking if she was alright, and holding her hand until she wanted to pull away as they heard another shell begin to crack. He shuddered and looked around at his friends, trying to put on a brave face, if only to try to welcome the poor creatures with a smile rather than sobs.