16.Aug.19, 05:43 PM
Beckitt was still upset and frankly rather overwhelmed. Nothing about this hatching was going easily—not that any hatching ever was really, but he couldn’t remember anything as mentally brutal in recent years. His determination had wavered as L’gan reminded him of the brutal wounds inflicted by the brown the year before, but it vanished entirely as Thallyath’s voice boomed through the hatching grounds. He paled and took an involuntary step back as she bared her teeth and lashed her tail, but relaxed a fraction as she didn’t attack.
The crack of the egg echoed in the unnatural silence and he startled again. The candidates had clustered together and he clutched someone’s hand, not even sure who he held as everyone waited with baited breath. Come on, he thought, not daring even to whisper. His heart practically stopped as it wobbled on the sands and fell over. Don’t give up…please... A tiny, frail blue head seemed to answer, breaking the shell finally. The poor creature struggled to escape his shell and sprawled on the sands a moment, his eyes closing a moment, before opening, searching for-
B’kit. Mine. Help? Erebuth’s eyes whirled as he reached out to Beckitt’s—B’kit’s mind. He swallowed, his mouth dry even as tears pricked his eyes, hardly believing it. “I’m coming,” he whispered and nudged his way out of the circle of candidates, darting a glance at Thallyath before crossing to the tiny blue and sinking to his knees. “It’s okay, I’m here,” he smiled and stroked the soft skin gently.
Erebuth’s hunger was overwhelming now that he was closer to the little dragon, and Kitt helped the tiny blue to rise and move a little ways away, slowly and carefully, so the healers and assistants could help. He helped him settle, not sure the tiny blue would be able to stand for long and barely heard anything he was asked, completely focused on helping his bonded eat.
The crack of the egg echoed in the unnatural silence and he startled again. The candidates had clustered together and he clutched someone’s hand, not even sure who he held as everyone waited with baited breath. Come on, he thought, not daring even to whisper. His heart practically stopped as it wobbled on the sands and fell over. Don’t give up…please... A tiny, frail blue head seemed to answer, breaking the shell finally. The poor creature struggled to escape his shell and sprawled on the sands a moment, his eyes closing a moment, before opening, searching for-
B’kit. Mine. Help? Erebuth’s eyes whirled as he reached out to Beckitt’s—B’kit’s mind. He swallowed, his mouth dry even as tears pricked his eyes, hardly believing it. “I’m coming,” he whispered and nudged his way out of the circle of candidates, darting a glance at Thallyath before crossing to the tiny blue and sinking to his knees. “It’s okay, I’m here,” he smiled and stroked the soft skin gently.
Erebuth’s hunger was overwhelming now that he was closer to the little dragon, and Kitt helped the tiny blue to rise and move a little ways away, slowly and carefully, so the healers and assistants could help. He helped him settle, not sure the tiny blue would be able to stand for long and barely heard anything he was asked, completely focused on helping his bonded eat.