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18.Mar.12, 12:25 PM
The bold dragonling Breccan liked so much took it upon itself to urge yet another sibling to Impression, tugging it by a small head knob to the accompaniment of the frightened one's sad squeals. She rather approved of the action, though she had some sympathy for the scared baby being dragged along. This was a scary place. She'd had no idea how scary it would be. An image of Indivara's slashed face rose up in her mind, and she banished it as best she could. No dragon would come to her if she was dwelling on such horrific things. What would it feel like to see a dragon between?
A faint shudder worked its way up her body, and the chill of the night was not entirely to blame. She didn't want to see that. Belatedly, she realized two of the hatchlings were now involved in some kind of spat; the third, she found after some looking, was walking off with a boy. Again she watched it until the light revealed it as Green. A new third dragonling had joined the first two, still sitting in the remnants of his shell and looking somewhat confused. Things seemed to be calming down, attention seemed to be returning to the Candidates, instead of one another, and one leaped up, moving quickly to curl up beside a man. A smattering of mistaken applause was interrupted by a girl near Breccan calling to the hatchling to Impress. Breccan shot her a rather annoyed look. Meddling in the kind of choices that bound two people for life seemed uppity to her, but the hatchling leaped obediently to its feet and went rummaging around.
Ugh, Dogul. If he could Impress, anyone could. She supposed she should be pleased by such encouraging news, but instead, she felt a flicker of unease. What if she was left Standing, and Dogul Impressed? Finger in nose, no less! He was talking to the dragon, and she watched the new pair unwillingly, until light revealed another Green hide. Thank Faranth for small favors. If the man had Impressed Bronze she'd have just thrown up.
The haughty hatchling out of the Egg she'd Touched was on the move, and she waited patiently as she was sniffed, but she was already quite positive this one wasn't for her. She felt nothing but relief as the little creature moved away, growling at someone farther down the line. With a sudden bugle, the hatchling leaped on top of someone's chest, though not, apparently, doing any real harm, since there were no more screams. She leaned forward slightly for a better view, and was surprised when a different boy held an apparently one-sided conversation with the dragonet, coaxing her off of her torso-throne. The only remaining dragonet immediately leaped into action at seeing itself the only one unbonded, shooting to wrap itself around a boy's legs. This one was a Blue, she realized as he stepped into the lights. The earlier one was still a mystery, and she turned to check the new pair's progress, only to find the hatchling now sitting on someone else's chest. Hmm. That was going to be a dangerous habit.
Time passed with the Sands empty, and only the odd scream from the wounded Candidates as they were patched together on their little platform. Breccan shifted, her eyes back down on her feet. By all rights she should be helping, but she wasn't. Where was Talian? Were they keeping him out of the Hatching as well? Surely if he was so damaged they didn't trust him with a dragon he simply wouldn't Impress. Either way, she suspected he'd do a better job than whoever was setting that poor boy's leg, judging by the screams. She was waffling, trying to decide if she should leave her position to help, when the smallest Egg in the clutch broke, a little hatchling inside peering calmly around.
With much struggling, another dragon finally escaped its shell, moving over to the first. The second nuzzled and coaxed the first, and they began working their way down the line as a pair, before stopping at a girl several people before Breccan. The little shy one tipped over, and the girl helped him up; she could see patches of Blue where the girl's hands had brushed sand from his hide. That left only the more confident hatchling on the Sands, moving around with that odd purposefulness they all seemed to have. Her eyes moved away from that one, scanning the Eggs amid the mess of broken shells. There were more dragons hatched than there were Eggs remaining, but not by many. She counted seven unbroken Eggs, including the one some said was a Gold, and one of the ones she'd Touched. She was curious what would come out of that shell, which had seemed maddening to her touch, repetitive and smug. Still, she had no more desire to Impress that particular dragon than she did the Green from the other shell she'd Touched, who had rejected her so neatly and then shown a predilection for sitting on chests. More trouble than she was worth, that one, or so Breccan guessed.
She shifted, dimly aware of how hot her feet were in contrast to the cool night air, and wished someone would light some glows. This would all be much easier if hatchlings weren't simply lurching out of the dark, tearing people to pieces and lurching off. Absently, she touched the band of robe she'd bound across her brow like a jaunty headband. Blood was seeping sluggishly through, so she untied it, adjusted, and tied it back on in a different place, tucking the bloodied section behind her head, to be hidden by her hair. Careful fingers examined the wound on her cheek, but it was thin enough. When she was done here, some washing and disinfecting would be in order, but she didn't think either slash would need stitches, nor would it significantly disfigure her. They would probably heal clean, and neither was in a place that might drag her mouth to one side or make it difficult for her to totally close an eye. She winced, thinking of Indivara. Breccan had been lucky. In the future, she had to be more careful. Now Indivara had no chance of Impressing, and her face...well, her face would not be the same. That was a polite way to put it.
A faint shudder worked its way up her body, and the chill of the night was not entirely to blame. She didn't want to see that. Belatedly, she realized two of the hatchlings were now involved in some kind of spat; the third, she found after some looking, was walking off with a boy. Again she watched it until the light revealed it as Green. A new third dragonling had joined the first two, still sitting in the remnants of his shell and looking somewhat confused. Things seemed to be calming down, attention seemed to be returning to the Candidates, instead of one another, and one leaped up, moving quickly to curl up beside a man. A smattering of mistaken applause was interrupted by a girl near Breccan calling to the hatchling to Impress. Breccan shot her a rather annoyed look. Meddling in the kind of choices that bound two people for life seemed uppity to her, but the hatchling leaped obediently to its feet and went rummaging around.
Ugh, Dogul. If he could Impress, anyone could. She supposed she should be pleased by such encouraging news, but instead, she felt a flicker of unease. What if she was left Standing, and Dogul Impressed? Finger in nose, no less! He was talking to the dragon, and she watched the new pair unwillingly, until light revealed another Green hide. Thank Faranth for small favors. If the man had Impressed Bronze she'd have just thrown up.
The haughty hatchling out of the Egg she'd Touched was on the move, and she waited patiently as she was sniffed, but she was already quite positive this one wasn't for her. She felt nothing but relief as the little creature moved away, growling at someone farther down the line. With a sudden bugle, the hatchling leaped on top of someone's chest, though not, apparently, doing any real harm, since there were no more screams. She leaned forward slightly for a better view, and was surprised when a different boy held an apparently one-sided conversation with the dragonet, coaxing her off of her torso-throne. The only remaining dragonet immediately leaped into action at seeing itself the only one unbonded, shooting to wrap itself around a boy's legs. This one was a Blue, she realized as he stepped into the lights. The earlier one was still a mystery, and she turned to check the new pair's progress, only to find the hatchling now sitting on someone else's chest. Hmm. That was going to be a dangerous habit.
Time passed with the Sands empty, and only the odd scream from the wounded Candidates as they were patched together on their little platform. Breccan shifted, her eyes back down on her feet. By all rights she should be helping, but she wasn't. Where was Talian? Were they keeping him out of the Hatching as well? Surely if he was so damaged they didn't trust him with a dragon he simply wouldn't Impress. Either way, she suspected he'd do a better job than whoever was setting that poor boy's leg, judging by the screams. She was waffling, trying to decide if she should leave her position to help, when the smallest Egg in the clutch broke, a little hatchling inside peering calmly around.
With much struggling, another dragon finally escaped its shell, moving over to the first. The second nuzzled and coaxed the first, and they began working their way down the line as a pair, before stopping at a girl several people before Breccan. The little shy one tipped over, and the girl helped him up; she could see patches of Blue where the girl's hands had brushed sand from his hide. That left only the more confident hatchling on the Sands, moving around with that odd purposefulness they all seemed to have. Her eyes moved away from that one, scanning the Eggs amid the mess of broken shells. There were more dragons hatched than there were Eggs remaining, but not by many. She counted seven unbroken Eggs, including the one some said was a Gold, and one of the ones she'd Touched. She was curious what would come out of that shell, which had seemed maddening to her touch, repetitive and smug. Still, she had no more desire to Impress that particular dragon than she did the Green from the other shell she'd Touched, who had rejected her so neatly and then shown a predilection for sitting on chests. More trouble than she was worth, that one, or so Breccan guessed.
She shifted, dimly aware of how hot her feet were in contrast to the cool night air, and wished someone would light some glows. This would all be much easier if hatchlings weren't simply lurching out of the dark, tearing people to pieces and lurching off. Absently, she touched the band of robe she'd bound across her brow like a jaunty headband. Blood was seeping sluggishly through, so she untied it, adjusted, and tied it back on in a different place, tucking the bloodied section behind her head, to be hidden by her hair. Careful fingers examined the wound on her cheek, but it was thin enough. When she was done here, some washing and disinfecting would be in order, but she didn't think either slash would need stitches, nor would it significantly disfigure her. They would probably heal clean, and neither was in a place that might drag her mouth to one side or make it difficult for her to totally close an eye. She winced, thinking of Indivara. Breccan had been lucky. In the future, she had to be more careful. Now Indivara had no chance of Impressing, and her face...well, her face would not be the same. That was a polite way to put it.
