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26.Jul.19, 02:18 PM
Nerreh wanted to be anywhere else in the world other than on the Sands just then. As if dealing with all the looks and whispers the past few months hadn’t been bad enough, but standing on the Sands next to Casa was worse. But Thallyath had apparently insisted on Faxxonth being there (even if she looked at him like she’d rather he disappear) so they’d both gone, though Faxx had awkwardly settled himself as far from Thallyath as he could possible get. If Casa hadn’t wanted them there, Nerreh would have climbed on Faxx and flown as far from the Weyr as they were allowed until the sun went down and it was safe to crawl back.
But Casa, for some reason Nerreh could not comprehend, because it could not be good for her image to have her there, it would probably be better if she’d just made herself scarce, wanted Nerreh there with her. But she did, and Nerreh squeezed her hand when she grabbed his, trying to be as supportive as possible. Being bonded to Thallyath recently must be exhausting; Nerreh was pretty sure Casa and Thallyath were constantly at odds, Casa trying to keep her dragon from pitching a fit.
And of course, the Touching had to go terribly, because of course it did. Nerreh hadn’t actually been to a whole lot of Touchings — he was pretty sure this was the third — but he was well aware that Candidates screaming and crying and throwing up was not normal and pretty fucked up. What was going on? Were the eggs okay? Was this all his and Faxx’s fault? Probably, that would just be par for the course, really, and Nerreh held onto Casa, who had started crying and was holding on to him like a lifeline, filled with dread. Was it his fault his friends were being hurt? What else could you call it when something that was supposed to be nice, a fucking Touching, had one of his childhood friends curled up on the ground and screaming and everyone else looked like they wanted to throw up or pass out or both.
"I'm sorry, I’m so sorry,” Nerreh repeated over and over, gently swaying as he held Casa against him in an attempt to be comforting. Fax had just wanted to have fun and show off, how had it gone so horribly wrong?
He visibly winced at Thallyath’s scream, pressing further into Casa as if that would hid him from her dragon. Faxxonth froze, eyes wide and whirling whites and yellows. The blue pressed his wings as close to his body as he could, trying to make himself as small as possible and pressing himself back towards the wall of the Hatching Grounds. There was no way he could get out without passing too close to Thallyath, so he could only hope Casa kept her from tearing her hurt and frustration into his hide.
Nerreh immediately let go of Casa when she moved to confront her dragon, too stunned to be able to do much other than stand there. What could he do, when his mere presence and that of his dragon was part of what was causing the Thallyath’s distress in the first place? He clung onto Casa’s request to call Mizeath — that was something he could help with.
’Faxx, call Mizeath,’ Nerreh thought through panic, startling Faxxonth out of the fear that had frozen him in place. The young blue resisted wailing in distress, not wanting to further anger Thallyath more than his existence already did, and reached out to Ista’s most senior queen, somehow managing to be mostly coherent.
Mizeath! he called, fear making his mind voice raise a couple octaves, making hims sound even more like a green than usual, Please! Faxxonth sent her an image of Thallyath, wings out head low, and Casa in front of her, shouting, not wasting time explaining the situation when just the image would do.
The appearance of Mizeath on the sands had both Nerreh and Faxxonth relax a fraction in relief. These were Mizeath’s Sands, and she wouldn’t tolerate Thallyath hurting anyone on them. By some miracle the older gold seemed to have some measure of control over Thallyath, and while she was still roiling in anger Faxxonth was sure she wouldn’t pass Mizeath. Shaking, Faxxonth almost collapsed into a sitting position, all his energy sapped from the intense fight-or-flight he’s just dealt with. Nerreh, pretty sure he wasn’t going to immediately die if he moved, crept forward to reach Casa. He wasn’t even sure if Casa would appreciate him being there right then — her dragon’s rage was mostly his fault, after all — but everyone other than Ameris seemed too stunned and scared to approach her, and she was crying. Nerreh couldn’t leave her to deal with everything alone. It wouldn’t be fair to Casa. He stopped right behind her, hesitantly reaching forward to take one of her hands. His hands were shaking and he clung onto Casa’s hand as if it were the only solid thing around. When she didn’t protest the hand holding, Nerreh moved up a little further so that their sides were barely touching, letting Casa know he was there if she needed him for anything. Nerreh was too stunned to cry outright, but his eyes prickled with tears and her throat felt tight.
This was such a horrible fucking mess and as soon as it was over Nerreh was going to take Faxx and go as far as possible and probably throw things around and yell and maybe cry, but where there weren’t people who could see.
But Casa, for some reason Nerreh could not comprehend, because it could not be good for her image to have her there, it would probably be better if she’d just made herself scarce, wanted Nerreh there with her. But she did, and Nerreh squeezed her hand when she grabbed his, trying to be as supportive as possible. Being bonded to Thallyath recently must be exhausting; Nerreh was pretty sure Casa and Thallyath were constantly at odds, Casa trying to keep her dragon from pitching a fit.
And of course, the Touching had to go terribly, because of course it did. Nerreh hadn’t actually been to a whole lot of Touchings — he was pretty sure this was the third — but he was well aware that Candidates screaming and crying and throwing up was not normal and pretty fucked up. What was going on? Were the eggs okay? Was this all his and Faxx’s fault? Probably, that would just be par for the course, really, and Nerreh held onto Casa, who had started crying and was holding on to him like a lifeline, filled with dread. Was it his fault his friends were being hurt? What else could you call it when something that was supposed to be nice, a fucking Touching, had one of his childhood friends curled up on the ground and screaming and everyone else looked like they wanted to throw up or pass out or both.
"I'm sorry, I’m so sorry,” Nerreh repeated over and over, gently swaying as he held Casa against him in an attempt to be comforting. Fax had just wanted to have fun and show off, how had it gone so horribly wrong?
He visibly winced at Thallyath’s scream, pressing further into Casa as if that would hid him from her dragon. Faxxonth froze, eyes wide and whirling whites and yellows. The blue pressed his wings as close to his body as he could, trying to make himself as small as possible and pressing himself back towards the wall of the Hatching Grounds. There was no way he could get out without passing too close to Thallyath, so he could only hope Casa kept her from tearing her hurt and frustration into his hide.
Nerreh immediately let go of Casa when she moved to confront her dragon, too stunned to be able to do much other than stand there. What could he do, when his mere presence and that of his dragon was part of what was causing the Thallyath’s distress in the first place? He clung onto Casa’s request to call Mizeath — that was something he could help with.
’Faxx, call Mizeath,’ Nerreh thought through panic, startling Faxxonth out of the fear that had frozen him in place. The young blue resisted wailing in distress, not wanting to further anger Thallyath more than his existence already did, and reached out to Ista’s most senior queen, somehow managing to be mostly coherent.
Mizeath! he called, fear making his mind voice raise a couple octaves, making hims sound even more like a green than usual, Please! Faxxonth sent her an image of Thallyath, wings out head low, and Casa in front of her, shouting, not wasting time explaining the situation when just the image would do.
The appearance of Mizeath on the sands had both Nerreh and Faxxonth relax a fraction in relief. These were Mizeath’s Sands, and she wouldn’t tolerate Thallyath hurting anyone on them. By some miracle the older gold seemed to have some measure of control over Thallyath, and while she was still roiling in anger Faxxonth was sure she wouldn’t pass Mizeath. Shaking, Faxxonth almost collapsed into a sitting position, all his energy sapped from the intense fight-or-flight he’s just dealt with. Nerreh, pretty sure he wasn’t going to immediately die if he moved, crept forward to reach Casa. He wasn’t even sure if Casa would appreciate him being there right then — her dragon’s rage was mostly his fault, after all — but everyone other than Ameris seemed too stunned and scared to approach her, and she was crying. Nerreh couldn’t leave her to deal with everything alone. It wouldn’t be fair to Casa. He stopped right behind her, hesitantly reaching forward to take one of her hands. His hands were shaking and he clung onto Casa’s hand as if it were the only solid thing around. When she didn’t protest the hand holding, Nerreh moved up a little further so that their sides were barely touching, letting Casa know he was there if she needed him for anything. Nerreh was too stunned to cry outright, but his eyes prickled with tears and her throat felt tight.
This was such a horrible fucking mess and as soon as it was over Nerreh was going to take Faxx and go as far as possible and probably throw things around and yell and maybe cry, but where there weren’t people who could see.
