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10.Aug.19, 01:07 PM
It was heartbreaking to watch. The dragonet had fought so hard to break that shell only to die moments later. Why? Her eyes filled with tears that she, much like many attending this Hatching, couldn't keep at bay. The poor thing. She didn't want to leave the hatching and would staunchly Stand no matter what came their way. She loved them even if no one else did, even the little one that had done its best to hatch.
Sariel calmed herself with a slight shake and held herself together through the keening. She hoped for the clutch with as much love as she could, as she had done through the Touching and as she stood here, now. The ripple of dread, the quietness, the lack of welcoming from the dam. The way the sire seemed to shrink himself down to nothing. She would hope as much as she could and she wouldn't leave - even if the worst happened. Dragonriders were supposed to be courageous, brave, determined, and bold. She had seen time and again how riders could defy the odds when it came to survival.
She'd signed up for it, all of it, the joy and the sorrow.
When there was silence, she let out a hum to the sound of the second egg cracking. Sariel took two steps forward and hummed louder. Someone would welcome them, someone would greet them. Like a dragonrider, Sariel would do her duty and keep her mind open with all she had to offer each dragonet.
She glanced to find L'gan's face as she used her robe to wipe her eyes. Semath was out there too and she cast her thoughts toward the green with love and support. It was twice as difficult to watch as a dragon, she thought. The next egg working its way into hatching was a fascinating storm of cracks.
Please be alright. We're here for you, she thought, encompassing the rest of the eggs.
Sariel calmed herself with a slight shake and held herself together through the keening. She hoped for the clutch with as much love as she could, as she had done through the Touching and as she stood here, now. The ripple of dread, the quietness, the lack of welcoming from the dam. The way the sire seemed to shrink himself down to nothing. She would hope as much as she could and she wouldn't leave - even if the worst happened. Dragonriders were supposed to be courageous, brave, determined, and bold. She had seen time and again how riders could defy the odds when it came to survival.
She'd signed up for it, all of it, the joy and the sorrow.
When there was silence, she let out a hum to the sound of the second egg cracking. Sariel took two steps forward and hummed louder. Someone would welcome them, someone would greet them. Like a dragonrider, Sariel would do her duty and keep her mind open with all she had to offer each dragonet.
She glanced to find L'gan's face as she used her robe to wipe her eyes. Semath was out there too and she cast her thoughts toward the green with love and support. It was twice as difficult to watch as a dragon, she thought. The next egg working its way into hatching was a fascinating storm of cracks.
Please be alright. We're here for you, she thought, encompassing the rest of the eggs.
