16.Aug.19, 03:53 PM
She...didn't kick the egg, that was too far even for her and she called out to stop them with tears in her eyes. The gold's voice slammed into her and she jerked back as if she'd been slapped. Don't touch the green, warred with her Healer nature and it was the Healer that won when the green took a few steps before collapsing close to where Sariel was. Her hand flew to her mouth.
"Oh, poor love," Sariel whispered before falling to her knees before brushing her fingers just above the still green's body as she checked for life. She had to check, it would haunt her forever if she didn't. The dragonet was gone and she shook her head. Her voice was soft but clear."You tried, sweetling. You tried. Oh Faranth."
The tension flowed out of her body as she folded in on herself with grief that rattled her body, sobs wracking her frame as the tears tore through her. It was too much, the deaths, the little ones who made it with a hard road ahead. Whatever came next in the dark was sure to be better than that brief life. Sariel tried to move away but shuddered and bent her head in an effort to find a way to ease all the conflicting emotions warring inside of her. Some Impressed, some died, and she had been helpless to do anything. She had Healed no one, Impressed no dragon, despite her willingness to Stand.
The heat of the Sands was barely on her radar as she looked out at the broken shells and dead dragonets, her face ashen.
"I did love them all," she murmured and put a hand to her now messy braid in some vain attempt to regain her composure but all she could do was stare across the sands and take trembling breaths. In all of is madness, she had to remember that dragonets had been saved, they Impressed. They'd be fine with the strength of their riders.
It was fine.
Everything was just..fine.
"Oh, poor love," Sariel whispered before falling to her knees before brushing her fingers just above the still green's body as she checked for life. She had to check, it would haunt her forever if she didn't. The dragonet was gone and she shook her head. Her voice was soft but clear."You tried, sweetling. You tried. Oh Faranth."
The tension flowed out of her body as she folded in on herself with grief that rattled her body, sobs wracking her frame as the tears tore through her. It was too much, the deaths, the little ones who made it with a hard road ahead. Whatever came next in the dark was sure to be better than that brief life. Sariel tried to move away but shuddered and bent her head in an effort to find a way to ease all the conflicting emotions warring inside of her. Some Impressed, some died, and she had been helpless to do anything. She had Healed no one, Impressed no dragon, despite her willingness to Stand.
The heat of the Sands was barely on her radar as she looked out at the broken shells and dead dragonets, her face ashen.
"I did love them all," she murmured and put a hand to her now messy braid in some vain attempt to regain her composure but all she could do was stare across the sands and take trembling breaths. In all of is madness, she had to remember that dragonets had been saved, they Impressed. They'd be fine with the strength of their riders.
It was fine.
Everything was just..fine.