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16.Jan.14, 03:15 AM
Even with all of the Hatchings under his belt, Ryvian wasn’t sure if he’d been at one that was so entertaining. The hatchlings seemed to all have crazy personalities, the newly Searched Candidates were amusing with their nervousness and jumping at every sudden movement, and the flying egg from a poorly placed foot was both terrifying and laugh-worthy at the same time. Yes, this Hatching was off to a grand start.
Of course it had its disappointments as well and Ryvian had to work hard to keep from frowning or sighing in defeat with the blue dragonet stared at him and then left without Impression. Was he really so undesirable? Not that he’d let anyone know he was still worried over never Impressing, never being good enough, or never living up to the expectations that were placed on him to be like his bronzeriding brother; although he knew deep down that he was the only one who really held such expectations.
The squeeze to his hand and gentle elbowing made sure his thoughts stayed firmly in the present and his determination to stay positive didn’t waver as he smiled at Indivara. “As expected. You have to be pretty special to be my mate.” Somehow, his smile never even so much as twitched as the words that were meant to signify the lifemate in the form of dragon suddenly sounded like a weyrmate in the form of a human. Thankfully, more dragonets started to announce their presence and Ryvian turned his attention back to the clutch, waiting for what would happen next.
When the strutting blue strode by him some time later, Ryvian was too amused and caught up in laughter to even have a hint of rejection overtake him. “Now, that is a blue that might have been worthy of me. What attitude!” Ryvian absolutely loved that hatchling and made a note to keep tabs on his antics as he got older to see what would become of him and his rider.
The same idea could have been had for the bronze Ryvian wasn’t sure if he should find pathetic or be sympathetic over. Scratches hurt! The little guy wasn’t expecting it either. “I’m starting to think bronzes aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, Di,” he grinned with a glance to Indivara. Sure, his brother’s dragon was pretty cool, and even Xyreith was impressive in his own ways but Ryvian hadn’t been a fan of Hoth for what had happened with Indivara at the small bronze’s hatching and now there was the whining bronze that thankfully didn’t look their way. He could feel Indivara tense at times and recalled vividly how she looked with each bronze that hatched in the past and even though he knew the girl wanted to believe she could Impress one of the mighty beasts and change the Weyr, Ryvian suspected his friend never wanted a bronze to get near her again.
As more eggs started to crack, Ryvian’s attention returned to them once again, although he caught sight of R’nya kissing Rhaedalyn’s cheek and the goldrider fidgeting shyly; which he had to point out to Indivara. “Do you think Rhaedalyn will die of embarrassment or at the hand of one of the jealous golden girls?” He honestly was surprised there weren’t more fights amongst the girls R’nya kept close to him since the bronzerider was handsome and girls would always be jealous of other girls.
Of course it had its disappointments as well and Ryvian had to work hard to keep from frowning or sighing in defeat with the blue dragonet stared at him and then left without Impression. Was he really so undesirable? Not that he’d let anyone know he was still worried over never Impressing, never being good enough, or never living up to the expectations that were placed on him to be like his bronzeriding brother; although he knew deep down that he was the only one who really held such expectations.
The squeeze to his hand and gentle elbowing made sure his thoughts stayed firmly in the present and his determination to stay positive didn’t waver as he smiled at Indivara. “As expected. You have to be pretty special to be my mate.” Somehow, his smile never even so much as twitched as the words that were meant to signify the lifemate in the form of dragon suddenly sounded like a weyrmate in the form of a human. Thankfully, more dragonets started to announce their presence and Ryvian turned his attention back to the clutch, waiting for what would happen next.
When the strutting blue strode by him some time later, Ryvian was too amused and caught up in laughter to even have a hint of rejection overtake him. “Now, that is a blue that might have been worthy of me. What attitude!” Ryvian absolutely loved that hatchling and made a note to keep tabs on his antics as he got older to see what would become of him and his rider.
The same idea could have been had for the bronze Ryvian wasn’t sure if he should find pathetic or be sympathetic over. Scratches hurt! The little guy wasn’t expecting it either. “I’m starting to think bronzes aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, Di,” he grinned with a glance to Indivara. Sure, his brother’s dragon was pretty cool, and even Xyreith was impressive in his own ways but Ryvian hadn’t been a fan of Hoth for what had happened with Indivara at the small bronze’s hatching and now there was the whining bronze that thankfully didn’t look their way. He could feel Indivara tense at times and recalled vividly how she looked with each bronze that hatched in the past and even though he knew the girl wanted to believe she could Impress one of the mighty beasts and change the Weyr, Ryvian suspected his friend never wanted a bronze to get near her again.
As more eggs started to crack, Ryvian’s attention returned to them once again, although he caught sight of R’nya kissing Rhaedalyn’s cheek and the goldrider fidgeting shyly; which he had to point out to Indivara. “Do you think Rhaedalyn will die of embarrassment or at the hand of one of the jealous golden girls?” He honestly was surprised there weren’t more fights amongst the girls R’nya kept close to him since the bronzerider was handsome and girls would always be jealous of other girls.
