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20.Oct.18, 03:43 AM
T’ryn was beginning to relax, confident that his Hatching would be like a normal one with minimal injury and everyone would be safe and they would celebrate afterward like usual. They only had about a dozen eggs left to get through, why think otherwise? He didn’t even suspect the gold would be his undoing as she burst free and headed for the girls. Some were enthusiastic, and he still thought that as a girl was trampled. He felt bad for her but saw someone kneel by her and nod that she was alive. Another mauling but at least…
The gold didn’t stop.
As he watched a body get tossed aside and the screaming start, T’ryn knew what was going to happen as he relived the Ista Hatching he had proudly sat in the Stands for, supporting his best friend at his first Hatching. The roles were reversed now and a glance at N’mor showed his friend was thinking the same thing and wore the same expression he had worn on that day. N’mor handled it better, though. T’ryn felt his knees give as the dragonet moved on the boys and he crumpled to the ground, kneeling there and gawking at the chaos.
She will have to die. She is unmated and angry. I will do it. Syrendryth’s voice slightly penetrated the doom and gloom that had taken over his mind but it didn’t register as T’ryn glanced around the crowd, glad his brothers weren’t out there. His sisters! One was too young to Stand still but she was in the audience and Mylorah was over there with the girls, but she was capable. She wouldn’t end up in the way… yes, she would. She jumped in front of Xyxyth to keep Ayontay safe, even though he was coming over to Impress their brother.
While Syrendryth’s voice didn’t snap him out of the daze he was in, Mylorah’s did and he glanced over to where he thought the voice came from and saw her. He stared at her, wondering what she wanted him to do. How could he help in all of this? She had more faith in him than he had in himself, it seemed.You know what you need to do. We stop the problem and calm the chaos that came from it.
T’ryn nodded and Syrendryth started toward the problem when Bedith’s voice called out to their wayward daughter. He paused, waiting to see if Bedith could handle it and gave a nod of his own when the gold blinked between. When Bedith started the keening and others joined in, Syrendryth did not, even though it went against every instinct he had. She did not belong with them and had killed humans and left many more injured. She did not deserve that level of respect and continued to hold his silence as he returned to his spot near Bedith.
T’ryn took one deep breath and then another as he surveyed the panicked crowd that seemed disorganized due to too many people giving commands and the commands not coming from the right people. Guidance was needed and while all the Weyrleaders were in attendance, he knew he was at ground zero and maybe because it was his Hatching, he felt more inclined to take charge, now that Mylorah reminded him he was a bronzerider and could boss people around.
He had never been the best at whistling when he was a kid, could never figure out how the others could do the sharp two finger blast and he still couldn’t do it now. But he did have a large dragon. He tapped Syrendryth’s leg and the great beast let out a bellow that hushed most of the crowd and drew the attention to him. Clearing his throat, T’ryn set out his plan to help get things sorted out.
“If you’re injured but can still walk, move to the left far corner to be looked at! If you can’t move, have someone with you with their hand raised to show a Healer they’re needed immediately! Anyone that wishes to Stand for the remaining eggs, move to this side of the clutch! Candidates and guests that want to leave, do so now!” He pointed out the spaces as he spoke, making sure no one got their lefts and rights mixed up and then sought out the Telgar Weyrleader as he suddenly realised he wasn’t even in his own Weyr as he ordered people around, but the man nodded at him, approving of his action and T’ryn nodded in return before becoming a hands on leader and assisting with getting people to where they needed to be.
The gold didn’t stop.
As he watched a body get tossed aside and the screaming start, T’ryn knew what was going to happen as he relived the Ista Hatching he had proudly sat in the Stands for, supporting his best friend at his first Hatching. The roles were reversed now and a glance at N’mor showed his friend was thinking the same thing and wore the same expression he had worn on that day. N’mor handled it better, though. T’ryn felt his knees give as the dragonet moved on the boys and he crumpled to the ground, kneeling there and gawking at the chaos.
While Syrendryth’s voice didn’t snap him out of the daze he was in, Mylorah’s did and he glanced over to where he thought the voice came from and saw her. He stared at her, wondering what she wanted him to do. How could he help in all of this? She had more faith in him than he had in himself, it seemed.
T’ryn nodded and Syrendryth started toward the problem when Bedith’s voice called out to their wayward daughter. He paused, waiting to see if Bedith could handle it and gave a nod of his own when the gold blinked between. When Bedith started the keening and others joined in, Syrendryth did not, even though it went against every instinct he had. She did not belong with them and had killed humans and left many more injured. She did not deserve that level of respect and continued to hold his silence as he returned to his spot near Bedith.
T’ryn took one deep breath and then another as he surveyed the panicked crowd that seemed disorganized due to too many people giving commands and the commands not coming from the right people. Guidance was needed and while all the Weyrleaders were in attendance, he knew he was at ground zero and maybe because it was his Hatching, he felt more inclined to take charge, now that Mylorah reminded him he was a bronzerider and could boss people around.
He had never been the best at whistling when he was a kid, could never figure out how the others could do the sharp two finger blast and he still couldn’t do it now. But he did have a large dragon. He tapped Syrendryth’s leg and the great beast let out a bellow that hushed most of the crowd and drew the attention to him. Clearing his throat, T’ryn set out his plan to help get things sorted out.
“If you’re injured but can still walk, move to the left far corner to be looked at! If you can’t move, have someone with you with their hand raised to show a Healer they’re needed immediately! Anyone that wishes to Stand for the remaining eggs, move to this side of the clutch! Candidates and guests that want to leave, do so now!” He pointed out the spaces as he spoke, making sure no one got their lefts and rights mixed up and then sought out the Telgar Weyrleader as he suddenly realised he wasn’t even in his own Weyr as he ordered people around, but the man nodded at him, approving of his action and T’ryn nodded in return before becoming a hands on leader and assisting with getting people to where they needed to be.
