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21.Aug.19, 05:27 AM
Katiryn had not enjoyed the Hatching thus far. Dead dragonets, Impressions to those that somehow stayed alive, an angry gold dragon… none of that made for a good time. She was starting to fear for Beckitt when Sariel seemed to be trying to egg him on in helping her with the remaining eggs. C’mon, Kitty… don’t give in. I need you to keep Standing with me. Remember the rules, which was rich coming from her when she did her best to bend them or skirt around them when no one was looking. But she really didn’t want to lose Beckitt on the Sands with her despite the other friends that were still Standing. Maybe she could get her dad to speak to M’ris if Beckitt did land in trouble to help get him out of it. She was pretty sure K’tir would try for her at least.
As she continued to will Beckitt from moving even as she plotted out a way to save his ass, Katiryn watched what was quite possibly the worst thing to ever happen—and she had seen girls die on two different Hatching Sands within the past year. She gasped, or maybe it was a squeak, with hands fluttering to cover her mouth to keep from making any further noise as she watched Beckitt Impress to a sickly blue. He was the third and for a clutch of six, Katiryn didn’t like the odds of survival.
Tears started silently falling as she watched another friend tend to his dragon. Normally it was such a joyous occasion and she loved watching the newly bonded pairs march off while slightly dazed at what happened but she didn’t feel any of that and no one was marching anywhere. If any flurry of activity existed, it was in Healers rushing around to check on their patients while preparing more meat or salves.
When it was clear the Hatching was officially over, Katiryn lingered a bit to see if she could sneak in and cheer on her friends but it became increasingly clear that wouldn’t happen as transport was arranged for moving the dragonets off to where they would be more thoroughly watched and tended to. She scuffed the toe of her boot in the sand, wondering what she should do next since celebrating still didn’t seem to be the reaction of choice.
Maybe she could help prepare food for the weyrlings—human or otherwise, but smashing up meat like that did not seem appealing and she could understand why her dad no longer ate red meat. She hadn’t even been that close to any of the feedings and the smell still wafted her way and she saw enough that her stomach churned and she had to look away. She wasn’t that skilled at cooking but it was an option and she needed to keep herself busy.
Maybe she’d gather up a change of clothes for each of them to have when they had a moment to get out of the ugly and rather itchy robes. She knew she desperately wanted to change. That seemed like the best starting point and she quickly ran over to one of the assistants to let them know her plan and to find out where she should bring the items. After that, maybe she could make a veggie platter for everyone. Then maybe find a friend for some much needed distraction from her thoughts.
As she continued to will Beckitt from moving even as she plotted out a way to save his ass, Katiryn watched what was quite possibly the worst thing to ever happen—and she had seen girls die on two different Hatching Sands within the past year. She gasped, or maybe it was a squeak, with hands fluttering to cover her mouth to keep from making any further noise as she watched Beckitt Impress to a sickly blue. He was the third and for a clutch of six, Katiryn didn’t like the odds of survival.
Tears started silently falling as she watched another friend tend to his dragon. Normally it was such a joyous occasion and she loved watching the newly bonded pairs march off while slightly dazed at what happened but she didn’t feel any of that and no one was marching anywhere. If any flurry of activity existed, it was in Healers rushing around to check on their patients while preparing more meat or salves.
When it was clear the Hatching was officially over, Katiryn lingered a bit to see if she could sneak in and cheer on her friends but it became increasingly clear that wouldn’t happen as transport was arranged for moving the dragonets off to where they would be more thoroughly watched and tended to. She scuffed the toe of her boot in the sand, wondering what she should do next since celebrating still didn’t seem to be the reaction of choice.
Maybe she could help prepare food for the weyrlings—human or otherwise, but smashing up meat like that did not seem appealing and she could understand why her dad no longer ate red meat. She hadn’t even been that close to any of the feedings and the smell still wafted her way and she saw enough that her stomach churned and she had to look away. She wasn’t that skilled at cooking but it was an option and she needed to keep herself busy.
Maybe she’d gather up a change of clothes for each of them to have when they had a moment to get out of the ugly and rather itchy robes. She knew she desperately wanted to change. That seemed like the best starting point and she quickly ran over to one of the assistants to let them know her plan and to find out where she should bring the items. After that, maybe she could make a veggie platter for everyone. Then maybe find a friend for some much needed distraction from her thoughts.
