04.Jan.20, 06:09 PM
He was loved. Quinvalis smiled at the egg as he removed his hand and felt a tear slide down his cheek. He wiped it away and when he felt eyes on him, looked up and around and saw Aradissicath staring at him. He gave her a thumbs up, letting her know it wasn’t anything bad and moved to wander around the eggs.
He knew he was loved, of course. He had his mom and his sister, and even R’nya, Rhaedalyn, and the girls. They weren’t his family but he sometimes felt like he belonged and maybe they did love him. In fact, now that he thought about it, Halomirth even made him feel loved. Madiquel would never love him and that was part of his problem sometimes, and his extended family clearly didn’t love him either, but he did have people that did, even a dragon. Not many people could say another person’s dragon cared about them. He hoped they could come to the Hatching. Not that he had actually invited them, a bit too shy to do so. Halomirth always sought him out when she was at Fort so it wasn’t like they would flat out turn it down, but they were probably busy and didn’t need to attend every single Hatching at every single Weyr so he didn’t bother them.
But he was loved.
Quinvalis kept reciting that to himself, reminding him of how true it was. It was easy to forget most days when everything felt stacked against him and he didn’t want to get out of bed. He just had to remember that important fact and recall that warm hug that made every issue and negative thought melt away.
He almost didn’t want to Touch another egg, afraid it would ruin his mood and make him forget that warmth, but Quinvalis didn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially with it being Aradissicath and Xyreith’s clutch. If he was going to Impress, it had to be theirs. After the bad hatchings at the other Weyrs, he didn’t want to Stand elsewhere again and while he’d still Stand for other Fort clutches, he really wanted to Impress to a dragon sired by Xyreith.
So he wandered a bit more before stopping at another egg that another Candidate that he didn’t know had just moved away from. He didn’t see that man’s reaction so he couldn’t judge anything by it but that also wouldn’t have helped given how fickle dragonets could be. He set his hand against the shell and held his breath again, waiting.
Egg 27.
He knew he was loved, of course. He had his mom and his sister, and even R’nya, Rhaedalyn, and the girls. They weren’t his family but he sometimes felt like he belonged and maybe they did love him. In fact, now that he thought about it, Halomirth even made him feel loved. Madiquel would never love him and that was part of his problem sometimes, and his extended family clearly didn’t love him either, but he did have people that did, even a dragon. Not many people could say another person’s dragon cared about them. He hoped they could come to the Hatching. Not that he had actually invited them, a bit too shy to do so. Halomirth always sought him out when she was at Fort so it wasn’t like they would flat out turn it down, but they were probably busy and didn’t need to attend every single Hatching at every single Weyr so he didn’t bother them.
But he was loved.
Quinvalis kept reciting that to himself, reminding him of how true it was. It was easy to forget most days when everything felt stacked against him and he didn’t want to get out of bed. He just had to remember that important fact and recall that warm hug that made every issue and negative thought melt away.
He almost didn’t want to Touch another egg, afraid it would ruin his mood and make him forget that warmth, but Quinvalis didn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially with it being Aradissicath and Xyreith’s clutch. If he was going to Impress, it had to be theirs. After the bad hatchings at the other Weyrs, he didn’t want to Stand elsewhere again and while he’d still Stand for other Fort clutches, he really wanted to Impress to a dragon sired by Xyreith.
So he wandered a bit more before stopping at another egg that another Candidate that he didn’t know had just moved away from. He didn’t see that man’s reaction so he couldn’t judge anything by it but that also wouldn’t have helped given how fickle dragonets could be. He set his hand against the shell and held his breath again, waiting.
Egg 27.