08.Jan.20, 10:57 PM
Sariel forever slept lightly but she slept better with L'gan, Semath, and their girls around. Her babies were getting so big already. It seemed as if it were forever ago (and yesterday) that she had carried them within her. Hatchings since then had always been particularly emotional for her. When she heard Semath stirring first and then the humming that usually preceded a Hatching, she was awake instantly.
"Faranth preserve us," she murmured, giving L'gan a look as she moved to locate the Candidate robe she'd just mended the hem on the night before. Sariel had her neat pile of Candidate items set aside for the Hatching but this was rather early. They'd literally just had the Touching the day before and--
She pulled in a deep breath after switching her nightgown out for her Candidate robe and quickly gave L'gan a soft kiss. The girls were too young to be on the Sands and would have to stay in the creche. Her mate would see them there, she knew that without question.
Speaking of L'gan, he had his Healing duties as usual when it came to the Hatching - she'd see him there. That dimmed some of the roiling anticipation chewing at her gut. It wasn't really nerves, though she worried after the eggs just a little bit since they decided it was time to escape the confines of their shells. Clearly they were in a hurry to meet their lifemates. Ardissicath loved her hatchlings, something Sariel had felt deeply the day before. This wasn't...it wasn't like Thallyath's, as much as her thoughts kept straying there. Verec was still incredibly displeased with her performance at that Hatching. So was she, honestly. She'd screwed that up with the sheer amount of emotion and stupidity that had come from her.
She'd known better. So, as she'd promised L'gan, she'd behave but still be wide-eyed with wonder as she was at any Hatching.
With her thick Hatching shoes on, she ducked into Semath's ledge to give the green a hope-filled stroke of her muzzle and a bit of a cuddle before heading down to the Sands to ease her way into the line of Candidates. She nudged someone accidentally and put out a hand in apology.
"Sorry," she said quietly to the person she'd jostled. The humming was like thunder rolling into her bones and setting her body a-buzz. "I don't think I've ever been to a hatching directly after a Touching. We have some very, very eager dragonets in this clutch."
"Faranth preserve us," she murmured, giving L'gan a look as she moved to locate the Candidate robe she'd just mended the hem on the night before. Sariel had her neat pile of Candidate items set aside for the Hatching but this was rather early. They'd literally just had the Touching the day before and--
She pulled in a deep breath after switching her nightgown out for her Candidate robe and quickly gave L'gan a soft kiss. The girls were too young to be on the Sands and would have to stay in the creche. Her mate would see them there, she knew that without question.
Speaking of L'gan, he had his Healing duties as usual when it came to the Hatching - she'd see him there. That dimmed some of the roiling anticipation chewing at her gut. It wasn't really nerves, though she worried after the eggs just a little bit since they decided it was time to escape the confines of their shells. Clearly they were in a hurry to meet their lifemates. Ardissicath loved her hatchlings, something Sariel had felt deeply the day before. This wasn't...it wasn't like Thallyath's, as much as her thoughts kept straying there. Verec was still incredibly displeased with her performance at that Hatching. So was she, honestly. She'd screwed that up with the sheer amount of emotion and stupidity that had come from her.
She'd known better. So, as she'd promised L'gan, she'd behave but still be wide-eyed with wonder as she was at any Hatching.
With her thick Hatching shoes on, she ducked into Semath's ledge to give the green a hope-filled stroke of her muzzle and a bit of a cuddle before heading down to the Sands to ease her way into the line of Candidates. She nudged someone accidentally and put out a hand in apology.
"Sorry," she said quietly to the person she'd jostled. The humming was like thunder rolling into her bones and setting her body a-buzz. "I don't think I've ever been to a hatching directly after a Touching. We have some very, very eager dragonets in this clutch."