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21.Aug.19, 05:25 AM
Dareji was emotionally exhausted.
The mood of the Hatching hadn’t been the usual mix of cheer and nerves but one of fear and even hatred. She hated that hatred! No one meant for the Flight to end like it did and like she kept telling everyone, they were learning from it which meant they could make changes and learn and grow.
She still believed that, now that everything was said and done. Yes, they learned a blue didn’t have the strongest whatevers—she wasn’t trained in that area—to make healthy and strong hatchlings, but it had still given three Candidates a chance at being dragonriders! It had also given the Healer Hall two, or three depending on what was in the unhatched egg, bodies to study and learn more about healing dragons and what went wrong that day. Dareji was kind of glad she loitered a bit closer to the gold pair and overheard Casa’s offering.
But she was still kind of in a state of shock over how it all played out. Thanks to being among the braver Candidates that stood closer to Thallyath, Dareji had seen the gold dragon’s anger up close and never wanted to see that on any dragon ever again. She nearly wet her panties! Luckily she hadn’t, but her eyes leaked a lot as she cried over the loss of the two greens and the dud and cried again but happier this time when Misharan, Madiquel, and then Beckitt Impressed. She was so happy for them but like the whispers around her, she worried a bit about how long they would be dragonriders.
She desperately wanted to go over and hug each one and tell them she was happy for them and everything would be okay and she would help wherever she could… but they were all busy tending to their little ones and so many much more skilled people were still flocking around them that Dareji didn’t want to be a hindrance. It was like the landslide all over again, wanting to help but being in the way. She was close to asking a Healer if she could run errands for him like she had back then but figured they had it all covered for the time being. She’d ask later if it seemed like it was needed.
Dareji spotted R’dare and R’dal sitting together in the stands with F’drel there as well. She smiled, loving how R’dal could so easily befriend anyone and get them to go along with his craziness. She waved at the men and smiled brighter to show she was okay after everything she had gone through again. Truthfully, it was the first time she had Stood since the Telgar massacre and it had taken a lot of soul searching to find the courage to do it again. Being a different Sands—though still stained with the memories of its own horrible Hatching—had helped. It was also a smaller clutch and she was doing it for Casa and Nerreh, not herself. That was the main reason why she was there, especially after the Touching that had been wave after wave of misery.
Now that her motivation to Stand was gone and the weight of the memories were returning, Dareji found herself needing fresh air and getting away from the madness. Waving once more to her brother to catch his eye, she pulled at her robe a bit and pointed to the exit to make it clear she was heading out to change. Maybe she’d catch up with them later. Maybe she’d hide in her bed for a bit first and spend time with the lingering ghosts in her memories of the past Hatchings. That did not at all sound healthy but it did help her find some peace with what she had witnessed and she always promised she’d keep moving forward. Maybe that was some sort of survivor’s guilt—Healers liked to throw fancy terms around she found—but it worked for her.
The mood of the Hatching hadn’t been the usual mix of cheer and nerves but one of fear and even hatred. She hated that hatred! No one meant for the Flight to end like it did and like she kept telling everyone, they were learning from it which meant they could make changes and learn and grow.
She still believed that, now that everything was said and done. Yes, they learned a blue didn’t have the strongest whatevers—she wasn’t trained in that area—to make healthy and strong hatchlings, but it had still given three Candidates a chance at being dragonriders! It had also given the Healer Hall two, or three depending on what was in the unhatched egg, bodies to study and learn more about healing dragons and what went wrong that day. Dareji was kind of glad she loitered a bit closer to the gold pair and overheard Casa’s offering.
But she was still kind of in a state of shock over how it all played out. Thanks to being among the braver Candidates that stood closer to Thallyath, Dareji had seen the gold dragon’s anger up close and never wanted to see that on any dragon ever again. She nearly wet her panties! Luckily she hadn’t, but her eyes leaked a lot as she cried over the loss of the two greens and the dud and cried again but happier this time when Misharan, Madiquel, and then Beckitt Impressed. She was so happy for them but like the whispers around her, she worried a bit about how long they would be dragonriders.
She desperately wanted to go over and hug each one and tell them she was happy for them and everything would be okay and she would help wherever she could… but they were all busy tending to their little ones and so many much more skilled people were still flocking around them that Dareji didn’t want to be a hindrance. It was like the landslide all over again, wanting to help but being in the way. She was close to asking a Healer if she could run errands for him like she had back then but figured they had it all covered for the time being. She’d ask later if it seemed like it was needed.
Dareji spotted R’dare and R’dal sitting together in the stands with F’drel there as well. She smiled, loving how R’dal could so easily befriend anyone and get them to go along with his craziness. She waved at the men and smiled brighter to show she was okay after everything she had gone through again. Truthfully, it was the first time she had Stood since the Telgar massacre and it had taken a lot of soul searching to find the courage to do it again. Being a different Sands—though still stained with the memories of its own horrible Hatching—had helped. It was also a smaller clutch and she was doing it for Casa and Nerreh, not herself. That was the main reason why she was there, especially after the Touching that had been wave after wave of misery.
Now that her motivation to Stand was gone and the weight of the memories were returning, Dareji found herself needing fresh air and getting away from the madness. Waving once more to her brother to catch his eye, she pulled at her robe a bit and pointed to the exit to make it clear she was heading out to change. Maybe she’d catch up with them later. Maybe she’d hide in her bed for a bit first and spend time with the lingering ghosts in her memories of the past Hatchings. That did not at all sound healthy but it did help her find some peace with what she had witnessed and she always promised she’d keep moving forward. Maybe that was some sort of survivor’s guilt—Healers liked to throw fancy terms around she found—but it worked for her.
