26.Jul.19, 02:48 PM
Everything was happening so quickly. Beckitt clapped his hands over his ears as Thallyath roared, terrified. He grabbed Misha and Mylo by the hands instinctively scrambling away with several of the others. The absolute last place he wanted to be right now was anywhere near the gold or her eggs. All plans of putting on a brave face were gone as draconic screams of rage filled the air.
She was crazy! Had she really been thinking such horrible things the whole time she brooded over her clutch? No wonder the eggs were reacting like this. He wanted to scream back that Faxxoth hadn’t ruined anything, she had, but all he could feel was the roiling fear filling the hatching grounds. Faranth help them, she wasn’t going to squash the eggs, was she?
Mizeath’s arrival saw a wave of relief flood through him. The senior queen wouldn’t stand for violence from a junior, not on her sands. Not at a Touching. As her wings spread over the group protectively, he was finally able to let go of the others, staring at the eggs, a million thoughts racing through his head. They didn’t deserve to feel like this. Maybe… Barely aware of what he was doing, he stood slowly so he wouldn’t attract attention. Beckitt crossed carefully back over to the tiny clutch, tears still streaming down his face.
He hesitated, his hand above its surface, then squeezed his eyes shut and closed the distance. He felt a maelstrom of anger and fear batter his mind and gritted his teeth against it even as he swayed. It’s okay. I don’t know what she’s been telling you, but you are wanted. You don’t know what this world is like yet but it isn’t this. It’s so much better. He felt someone grab him and bodily yank him back and thought frantically as hard as he could, it will be okay! Trust us! Don’t fight us!
She was crazy! Had she really been thinking such horrible things the whole time she brooded over her clutch? No wonder the eggs were reacting like this. He wanted to scream back that Faxxoth hadn’t ruined anything, she had, but all he could feel was the roiling fear filling the hatching grounds. Faranth help them, she wasn’t going to squash the eggs, was she?
Mizeath’s arrival saw a wave of relief flood through him. The senior queen wouldn’t stand for violence from a junior, not on her sands. Not at a Touching. As her wings spread over the group protectively, he was finally able to let go of the others, staring at the eggs, a million thoughts racing through his head. They didn’t deserve to feel like this. Maybe… Barely aware of what he was doing, he stood slowly so he wouldn’t attract attention. Beckitt crossed carefully back over to the tiny clutch, tears still streaming down his face.
He hesitated, his hand above its surface, then squeezed his eyes shut and closed the distance. He felt a maelstrom of anger and fear batter his mind and gritted his teeth against it even as he swayed. It’s okay. I don’t know what she’s been telling you, but you are wanted. You don’t know what this world is like yet but it isn’t this. It’s so much better. He felt someone grab him and bodily yank him back and thought frantically as hard as he could, it will be okay! Trust us! Don’t fight us!