10.Aug.19, 12:27 PM
“Fuck this,” Kordiavis muttered aloud, not caring if anyone heard him. Yes, the death of the dragonet fresh from its shell was terrible and it did pain him to see it happen but he wished he hadn’t seen it. He wished he hadn’t Touched any of the eggs and he wished he had been smart enough to avoid the whole damned thing from the get go. He had let Mylorah and Misharan to a lesser extent—and only because he was still at Telgar for most of Mylorah’s badgering—talk him into Standing as a show of support or some bullshit and he had had enough of it.
He made to leave, not giving a damn about the rules based on a stupid tradition that didn’t even make sense to him. Maybe it was because he was more Holder than Weyr and didn’t see what was so special about the act. Besides, the eggs were all cursed and nothing about the entire Flight or what came of it was natural or normal.
When one of the Healers grabbed his wrist, Kordiavis flung around to face the man, free hand clenching into a fist. He didn’t throw the punch, though. He really wasn’t a fighter and would probably break one of his own bones while proving a point that didn’t even need violence. He had always found words were stronger and stung more than a slap. “There’s nothing to be here for,” he hissed back, far too aware of how voices travelled in the cavern though the keening did help muffle their conversation.
“If they don’t all die like that one did, they won’t last much longer and I will not Impress to one of those and end up like my crazy ex-goldrider mother!” Yes, that was a huge fear of his and he didn’t care that he had just shared it with some Healer that was now a rider because he stood too close to the eggs.
He shook his wrist free of L’gan’s hold and stared the man down for several seconds, not afraid of him or any consequences that came from his outburst. If nothing else, he knew Alcynnia would have her own fit and point out how no one should have been Standing for such a clutch and they should have been able to leave at any time because of it. And how would they punish him anyway? Not let him Stand for a while? Sounded good to him right then.
Still, when he turned away from L’gan, he only moved down the wall, coming to a rest at the very limit of what was considered an appropriate distance. He was still technically there but only because he wanted to make sure none of his friends Impressed to the abominations or ended up injured by one. As it was, he had missed how they all reacted to the death of the one that made him want to leave, but he was watching them now, a distant guardian standing defiantly with his arms crossed at his chest and a glare on the eggs.
He made to leave, not giving a damn about the rules based on a stupid tradition that didn’t even make sense to him. Maybe it was because he was more Holder than Weyr and didn’t see what was so special about the act. Besides, the eggs were all cursed and nothing about the entire Flight or what came of it was natural or normal.
When one of the Healers grabbed his wrist, Kordiavis flung around to face the man, free hand clenching into a fist. He didn’t throw the punch, though. He really wasn’t a fighter and would probably break one of his own bones while proving a point that didn’t even need violence. He had always found words were stronger and stung more than a slap. “There’s nothing to be here for,” he hissed back, far too aware of how voices travelled in the cavern though the keening did help muffle their conversation.
“If they don’t all die like that one did, they won’t last much longer and I will not Impress to one of those and end up like my crazy ex-goldrider mother!” Yes, that was a huge fear of his and he didn’t care that he had just shared it with some Healer that was now a rider because he stood too close to the eggs.
He shook his wrist free of L’gan’s hold and stared the man down for several seconds, not afraid of him or any consequences that came from his outburst. If nothing else, he knew Alcynnia would have her own fit and point out how no one should have been Standing for such a clutch and they should have been able to leave at any time because of it. And how would they punish him anyway? Not let him Stand for a while? Sounded good to him right then.
Still, when he turned away from L’gan, he only moved down the wall, coming to a rest at the very limit of what was considered an appropriate distance. He was still technically there but only because he wanted to make sure none of his friends Impressed to the abominations or ended up injured by one. As it was, he had missed how they all reacted to the death of the one that made him want to leave, but he was watching them now, a distant guardian standing defiantly with his arms crossed at his chest and a glare on the eggs.