11.Jan.20, 04:01 AM
Since it’s early that just means you have less time to worry! Halomirth pointed out, quite logically to her mind, as F’drel continued to panic over how early the Hatching was - the Touching had only been yesterday! - and what that might mean about the Clutch itself and how likely his sister was to get hurt. Though Miri was admittedly right that it meant he didn’t have a full week to run through every possible thing that could go wrong at least three times a day - death, dismemberment, Impressing a green - he now had to do all that worrying in the span of a few hours. Wonderful.
He didn’t even have to send word to Kalea and Maliah, they showed up at his door before F’drel had asked Miri to reach out to them - he was going to let them sleep in while he got ready, but they clearly had other ideas. In no way had he been expecting A’tay to show up at his weyr as well, but F’drel wasn’t going to just send him away once he arrived. He did have to settle who would be riding which dragon to the Hatching - both girls loved Miri, but riding in on a bronze was so cool they both wanted to do it. F’drel was tempted to let A’tay take both of them, but he’d only offered to take one and F’drel didn’t think he could handle not having at least one of them with him. Ultimately, F’drel decided Kalea would pester A’tay too much, ask him invasive questions right before jumping between, so Maliah got rewarded for having a more sensible head with riding the bronze dragon. She beamed, and Kalea pouted and whined, though she stopped with a sigh after a minute because she knew F’drel wouldn’t change his mind and she wanted to go to the Hatching.
As soon as they got to the Hatching, Halomirth went off to curl up with whatever blue of the day, and F’drel found himself being waved over by R’dal, as usual. His friend was sitting with R’dare and a young woman F’drel didn’t know. Probably the runner he had met recently and lost his weyrbred mind about, R’dal had said he was hoping to bring her to the Hatching. He ushered his sisters over to the seats R’dal had saved for them - F’drel appreciated he’d remembered the girls - and was surprised to find A’tay following them. Didn’t he usually sit with his family? Not that F’drel minded, but it was unusual. Had something happened? Was A’tay having issues with one of them? F’drel would have to find out later, make sure A’tay was alright. For the moment, he was preoccupied with finding Ferra on the Sands and not losing sight of her until the last egg had hatched.
He didn’t even have to send word to Kalea and Maliah, they showed up at his door before F’drel had asked Miri to reach out to them - he was going to let them sleep in while he got ready, but they clearly had other ideas. In no way had he been expecting A’tay to show up at his weyr as well, but F’drel wasn’t going to just send him away once he arrived. He did have to settle who would be riding which dragon to the Hatching - both girls loved Miri, but riding in on a bronze was so cool they both wanted to do it. F’drel was tempted to let A’tay take both of them, but he’d only offered to take one and F’drel didn’t think he could handle not having at least one of them with him. Ultimately, F’drel decided Kalea would pester A’tay too much, ask him invasive questions right before jumping between, so Maliah got rewarded for having a more sensible head with riding the bronze dragon. She beamed, and Kalea pouted and whined, though she stopped with a sigh after a minute because she knew F’drel wouldn’t change his mind and she wanted to go to the Hatching.
As soon as they got to the Hatching, Halomirth went off to curl up with whatever blue of the day, and F’drel found himself being waved over by R’dal, as usual. His friend was sitting with R’dare and a young woman F’drel didn’t know. Probably the runner he had met recently and lost his weyrbred mind about, R’dal had said he was hoping to bring her to the Hatching. He ushered his sisters over to the seats R’dal had saved for them - F’drel appreciated he’d remembered the girls - and was surprised to find A’tay following them. Didn’t he usually sit with his family? Not that F’drel minded, but it was unusual. Had something happened? Was A’tay having issues with one of them? F’drel would have to find out later, make sure A’tay was alright. For the moment, he was preoccupied with finding Ferra on the Sands and not losing sight of her until the last egg had hatched.