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17.Jan.14, 11:13 AM
Ryvian’s feet were starting to get sore from standing for so long without moving and he casually lifted one foot slightly off the ground to roll the ankle and relieve the pressure for a bit before switching feet. It helped but he still would have preferred to walk around or sit down. Such was the downside of a large clutch, especially one that was filled with exuberant hatchlings that were zipping around every which way! He didn’t want to accidentally stroll into the path of one of the babies and be devoured by an angry gold dragon.
As he considered leaning on Indivara to help distract him from the standing and waiting between eggs, a haughty bronze made an Impression and Ryvian snorted softly. What a contrast from the last one! He really wasn’t sure about that colour of dragon anymore. They seemed to be all over the board with personality what with the pathetic one, the current snooty one, and the hyper child types like Ronarth. They all seemed like too much of a handful and definitely more suited to someone like his brother who had the patience and personality to counter and handle them.
He actually ended up missing the brown appear and Impress as the little blue that spilled free of his egg caught his attention. He was such an odd array of hues but it was the confusion he displayed that really drew Ryvian in. He could get behind that emotion since he had often felt it while being surrounded by eggs as well. He quirked his head to the side as the blue came a bit closer and then hesitated. It was likely going to end like the last few that came towards them had – with the hatchling moving right on by to find someone else. When he turned to leave, Ryvian gave a little laugh, not at all surprised he had just be proven correct in the assumption he was being toyed with again.
When the blue came back and marched right up to him, however, Ryvian felt his entire world shift. He gasped and stared down at the blue that stared up at him. He squeezed Indivara’s hand a bit tighter, not at all convinced anything was real in that moment, as his other hand started to reach out to pet the little blue only to hesitate. Would touching him make everything real or would it ruin the dream and he’d wake up alone in bed? No, it was all real. He knew it deep within as surely as he felt that void in losing Nyvian being filled so perfectly that it was like he had never been alone before. The sudden pangs of hunger didn’t hurt the realisation it was all real either.
Finally, he allowed himself to touch the blue’s head and when nothing exploded and the ground didn’t swallow him and he didn’t fall out of bed, Ryvian smiled at the hatchling that had deemed him worthy. All that waiting, all those turns, all the doubt that started to consume him until a little egg not long before had encouraged him to be strong, was worth it. The moment was perfect.
Almost.
“I’m not leaving you, Di. You’ll join me over there soon, I know it.” It wasn’t just a pep talk or fancy words designed to keep Indivara on the Sands and keep her spirits high; Ryvian completely believed it. He had to. He couldn’t imagine leaving her behind like Kerrin had done so long before them and then Nyvian did to him soon after. He didn’t want to see Indivara left standing alone on the rapidly emptying hatching ground with nothing but shell pieces and shattered hope. It had nearly ruined him and had in fact broken him for months. Indivara wouldn’t have anyone else from her immediate and close circle of friends to Stand with her and make comments about how none were good enough for them and it was their friends that were suffering with inferior dragons.
As baby steps were taken to catch up to Vydoriath, Ryvian reluctantly let go of Indivara’s hand and gave his best hopeful expression. The walk to the feeding area felt like the hike to the lake. He had just been mentally complaining about standing still but now Ryvian didn’t like all the walking and distance it created between Indivara and him.
Somewhat shell-shocked, the newest blue pair went up to the Weyrlingmaster to report in. “Blue Vydoriath and…” he glanced down at the dragonet that had been quiet thus far, as if watching how everyone would react to their bond. The voice that finally filled his mind was like warm laughter and Ryvian smiled at the little guy.Your desire to be you and not a shadow of your brother means you don’t have to take his honorific. You’re unique and so is your name, R’vi.
“Blue Vydoriath and R’vi,” R’vi’s smile grew as he led his dragon to a spot where they could sit and eat but also have a clear view of Indivara.
As he considered leaning on Indivara to help distract him from the standing and waiting between eggs, a haughty bronze made an Impression and Ryvian snorted softly. What a contrast from the last one! He really wasn’t sure about that colour of dragon anymore. They seemed to be all over the board with personality what with the pathetic one, the current snooty one, and the hyper child types like Ronarth. They all seemed like too much of a handful and definitely more suited to someone like his brother who had the patience and personality to counter and handle them.
He actually ended up missing the brown appear and Impress as the little blue that spilled free of his egg caught his attention. He was such an odd array of hues but it was the confusion he displayed that really drew Ryvian in. He could get behind that emotion since he had often felt it while being surrounded by eggs as well. He quirked his head to the side as the blue came a bit closer and then hesitated. It was likely going to end like the last few that came towards them had – with the hatchling moving right on by to find someone else. When he turned to leave, Ryvian gave a little laugh, not at all surprised he had just be proven correct in the assumption he was being toyed with again.
When the blue came back and marched right up to him, however, Ryvian felt his entire world shift. He gasped and stared down at the blue that stared up at him. He squeezed Indivara’s hand a bit tighter, not at all convinced anything was real in that moment, as his other hand started to reach out to pet the little blue only to hesitate. Would touching him make everything real or would it ruin the dream and he’d wake up alone in bed? No, it was all real. He knew it deep within as surely as he felt that void in losing Nyvian being filled so perfectly that it was like he had never been alone before. The sudden pangs of hunger didn’t hurt the realisation it was all real either.
Finally, he allowed himself to touch the blue’s head and when nothing exploded and the ground didn’t swallow him and he didn’t fall out of bed, Ryvian smiled at the hatchling that had deemed him worthy. All that waiting, all those turns, all the doubt that started to consume him until a little egg not long before had encouraged him to be strong, was worth it. The moment was perfect.
Almost.
“I’m not leaving you, Di. You’ll join me over there soon, I know it.” It wasn’t just a pep talk or fancy words designed to keep Indivara on the Sands and keep her spirits high; Ryvian completely believed it. He had to. He couldn’t imagine leaving her behind like Kerrin had done so long before them and then Nyvian did to him soon after. He didn’t want to see Indivara left standing alone on the rapidly emptying hatching ground with nothing but shell pieces and shattered hope. It had nearly ruined him and had in fact broken him for months. Indivara wouldn’t have anyone else from her immediate and close circle of friends to Stand with her and make comments about how none were good enough for them and it was their friends that were suffering with inferior dragons.
As baby steps were taken to catch up to Vydoriath, Ryvian reluctantly let go of Indivara’s hand and gave his best hopeful expression. The walk to the feeding area felt like the hike to the lake. He had just been mentally complaining about standing still but now Ryvian didn’t like all the walking and distance it created between Indivara and him.
Somewhat shell-shocked, the newest blue pair went up to the Weyrlingmaster to report in. “Blue Vydoriath and…” he glanced down at the dragonet that had been quiet thus far, as if watching how everyone would react to their bond. The voice that finally filled his mind was like warm laughter and Ryvian smiled at the little guy.
“Blue Vydoriath and R’vi,” R’vi’s smile grew as he led his dragon to a spot where they could sit and eat but also have a clear view of Indivara.
