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26.Jul.19, 04:11 PM
Well this Touching had gone right to shit. Misharan felt he was doing fairly well, considering. He wasn’t poor Mylo, at least, he thought, pressed up against her side as Beckitt tried to calm her down, Kordiavis on her other side, leaning against her but staring blankly into space. Misha had no idea what was going on in either of their heads, but it seemed like it was worse than whatever he’d dealt with. And the eggs he’d touched hadn’t exactly been pleasant, he couldn’t imagine what had shaken Mylorah and Kordiavis so much — his friends were always so with it and put together, and their reactions sat uncomfortably in Misha’s stomach.
He cowered with the rest of the Candidates, still curled up with his friends, while Thallyath raged around them, voice reverberating through his head. There was no chance Misharan was doing anything until she had calmed down — it hadn't even been a full turn since he’d been on the wrong end of an angry gold dragon and he had the scars to prove it. It was not an experience he wanted to repeat if he could avoid it.
Things calmed down for a moment, once Mizeath had arrived and forced Thallyath into some sort of reluctant truce with the world. Misha let out a shaky breath in relief. Okay, things were going to be okay. Mylorah had stopped screaming, Thallyath wasn't seconds away from murder (probably). So of course Beckitt had to go back over to the Clutch while everyone was distracted watching Thallyath. Misharan didn’t notice until his friend was already halfway there, cursing under his breath and gently letting go of Mylorah — she still had Kordiavis right there, they would be okay for a minute — so he could get up and follow him.
Kitt was crying as he touched one of the eggs, and Misharan growled in frustration. Idiot! Wait until a goldrider or the Weyrlingmaster confirmed it was safe before going back to interact with the eggs of a gold who seemed to think that several someones should be dead. He didn't want Beckitt to be added to her list, thanks. Misha reached his friend, pulling him back from the egg he was currently crying over, dragging him back a few paces until he felt they were in less danger.
“Don’t be stupid, Kitten,” he admonished, keeping his arms around Beckitt, who was noticeably shaking, “don’t get close to the eggs until we’re sure their mother won’t rampage. Wait like, a minute, fuck.” It was actually less than a minute until the Weyrlingmaster looked over, realizing some of the Candidates had gone back to the Clutch. After the man checked with both goldriders that the situation wasn’t immediately about to get worse, he announced the Touching would continue, and that their group still had time if they wished.
“There we go. Safeish to go see the eggs now.” Misharan loosed his grip on Beckitt, enough that he could break free if he wanted to go back to the eggs. He was torn, himself. Part of him was stupid determined to touch all the eggs like he’d planned to, while a very strong part wanted to go back to huddle with Mylo and Kordi. But he couldn’t give up on the eggs just yet — it wasn't their fault they had been steeped in whatever fucked up sense of gold shame Thallyath had been stewing in, and they still deserved the chance to be normal eggs at a normal Touching. And sure, Misha had been told the Touching didn’t really affect Impression at all, but there had to be some purpose to it, even if in this instance it just showed the dragonets that not everyone in the world was full of hate and rage all the time.
He cowered with the rest of the Candidates, still curled up with his friends, while Thallyath raged around them, voice reverberating through his head. There was no chance Misharan was doing anything until she had calmed down — it hadn't even been a full turn since he’d been on the wrong end of an angry gold dragon and he had the scars to prove it. It was not an experience he wanted to repeat if he could avoid it.
Things calmed down for a moment, once Mizeath had arrived and forced Thallyath into some sort of reluctant truce with the world. Misha let out a shaky breath in relief. Okay, things were going to be okay. Mylorah had stopped screaming, Thallyath wasn't seconds away from murder (probably). So of course Beckitt had to go back over to the Clutch while everyone was distracted watching Thallyath. Misharan didn’t notice until his friend was already halfway there, cursing under his breath and gently letting go of Mylorah — she still had Kordiavis right there, they would be okay for a minute — so he could get up and follow him.
Kitt was crying as he touched one of the eggs, and Misharan growled in frustration. Idiot! Wait until a goldrider or the Weyrlingmaster confirmed it was safe before going back to interact with the eggs of a gold who seemed to think that several someones should be dead. He didn't want Beckitt to be added to her list, thanks. Misha reached his friend, pulling him back from the egg he was currently crying over, dragging him back a few paces until he felt they were in less danger.
“Don’t be stupid, Kitten,” he admonished, keeping his arms around Beckitt, who was noticeably shaking, “don’t get close to the eggs until we’re sure their mother won’t rampage. Wait like, a minute, fuck.” It was actually less than a minute until the Weyrlingmaster looked over, realizing some of the Candidates had gone back to the Clutch. After the man checked with both goldriders that the situation wasn’t immediately about to get worse, he announced the Touching would continue, and that their group still had time if they wished.
“There we go. Safeish to go see the eggs now.” Misharan loosed his grip on Beckitt, enough that he could break free if he wanted to go back to the eggs. He was torn, himself. Part of him was stupid determined to touch all the eggs like he’d planned to, while a very strong part wanted to go back to huddle with Mylo and Kordi. But he couldn’t give up on the eggs just yet — it wasn't their fault they had been steeped in whatever fucked up sense of gold shame Thallyath had been stewing in, and they still deserved the chance to be normal eggs at a normal Touching. And sure, Misha had been told the Touching didn’t really affect Impression at all, but there had to be some purpose to it, even if in this instance it just showed the dragonets that not everyone in the world was full of hate and rage all the time.
