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08.Aug.19, 05:51 AM
If M'ris was being honest, he wished Mizeath hadn't stopped Thallyath from destroying her clutch. They would undoubtedly be abominations with a blue siring them and from what he heard from the Touching. The eggs were filled with negative emotions of despair, death, emptiness... not baby dragons. Was that Thallyath's influence from her own anger at Faxxonth or was it from the blue's essence? He was not smart enough to figure that one out but it did encourage him to discard the entire Touching business in the future. However, that was one battle he wasn't ready to fight with the stubborn traditionalists. They let him have the girls on the Sands for every clutch but he had a feeling the precious act of Touching the eggs would never end no matter how much logic he brought into it. One hundred people could touch a single egg and the one that didn't would be the one to Impress the dragon within. He supposed it at least let them know a bit about personality--which in this case was not reassuring.
He somehow wanted to blame it all on Casa, knowing that would make him feel a bit better, but it wasn't the girl's fault. She had done well for controlling Thallyath during their maiden Flight and he was even Impressed at her standing up to her dragon and doing her best to calm Thallyath down at the Touching. The fact that she couldn't manage it was a bit disappointing, but she kept her head enough to call for Mizeath and that was impressive. Not that it changed his overall impression of her. Although he did need to thank Lord Azrin for getting Blondie to actually read and try to learn something.
As was becoming a tradition of his own, M'ris tried to arrive as soon as he could upon the announcement the eggs were moving. He knew it could be a long wait but as Weyrleader, he felt it only right that he was there to welcome all visitors to his Weyr whether Mosiath has sired the clutch or not. He was surprised to find some people had beat him there, some of his own dragonriders that were likely just bored. Still, he went around to each of them to ask how they were doing and gauge their vibe toward the Hatching.
His own mood was souring every time he glanced at the little clutch. He saw the way the eggs were laid out and how at least one of them seemed to have been left alone for a while with the way the sand was around it. Thallyath's own mood didn't bode well either and M'ris knew that at least one of those eggs had to be a dud and his heart sank. He didn't know what to expect since no one could find any mention of a blue siring a clutch before now and now he wondered if they would all end up duds or if any hatched, if they would be malformed and between before Impressing. Was the line of a blue too weak to properly reproduce? Again, he wasn't sure but he found himself hoping some hatched well for the sake of the pairs involved.
Just because he wasn't impressed by what had happened--because of course it had to be at Ista like all the drama--M'ris didn't want them all to die.
Weren't you just wishing that they had all been taken care of before?
Even I can change my mind, Mo. Not even Blondie deserves the vitriol that's been flying her way. Nor Nerreh. Blues like to join the chase sometimes for fun. Who knew one would win? Although he really wished Nerreh had better control over Faxxonth. Then again, the young age meant they hadn't been taught such things and no one was prepared for that class to start chasing with such dedication that they would beat older dragons.
Are you going to tell Casa that you punished some of the men that were talking bad about her and Thallyath? Mosiath settled in on his preferred ledge that had a good view of the clutch, Thallyath, and the stands. He and Mizeath liked to be seen as much as they liked watching over what was theirs and could step in if needed.
M'ris chuckled to himself as he found his own seat while he waited for more to arrive. No. She wouldn't thank me for it anyway. Besides, we both have our views of each other, no need to ruin that. He hadn't done it for Casa specifically anyway. He would have punished any dragonrider that didn't show a gold and her rider proper respect. They helped keep the dragon population going and that, if nothing else, was worthy of respect and deserved shutting down gossip and rude remarks.
He somehow wanted to blame it all on Casa, knowing that would make him feel a bit better, but it wasn't the girl's fault. She had done well for controlling Thallyath during their maiden Flight and he was even Impressed at her standing up to her dragon and doing her best to calm Thallyath down at the Touching. The fact that she couldn't manage it was a bit disappointing, but she kept her head enough to call for Mizeath and that was impressive. Not that it changed his overall impression of her. Although he did need to thank Lord Azrin for getting Blondie to actually read and try to learn something.
As was becoming a tradition of his own, M'ris tried to arrive as soon as he could upon the announcement the eggs were moving. He knew it could be a long wait but as Weyrleader, he felt it only right that he was there to welcome all visitors to his Weyr whether Mosiath has sired the clutch or not. He was surprised to find some people had beat him there, some of his own dragonriders that were likely just bored. Still, he went around to each of them to ask how they were doing and gauge their vibe toward the Hatching.
His own mood was souring every time he glanced at the little clutch. He saw the way the eggs were laid out and how at least one of them seemed to have been left alone for a while with the way the sand was around it. Thallyath's own mood didn't bode well either and M'ris knew that at least one of those eggs had to be a dud and his heart sank. He didn't know what to expect since no one could find any mention of a blue siring a clutch before now and now he wondered if they would all end up duds or if any hatched, if they would be malformed and between before Impressing. Was the line of a blue too weak to properly reproduce? Again, he wasn't sure but he found himself hoping some hatched well for the sake of the pairs involved.
Just because he wasn't impressed by what had happened--because of course it had to be at Ista like all the drama--M'ris didn't want them all to die.
Weren't you just wishing that they had all been taken care of before?
Even I can change my mind, Mo. Not even Blondie deserves the vitriol that's been flying her way. Nor Nerreh. Blues like to join the chase sometimes for fun. Who knew one would win? Although he really wished Nerreh had better control over Faxxonth. Then again, the young age meant they hadn't been taught such things and no one was prepared for that class to start chasing with such dedication that they would beat older dragons.
Are you going to tell Casa that you punished some of the men that were talking bad about her and Thallyath? Mosiath settled in on his preferred ledge that had a good view of the clutch, Thallyath, and the stands. He and Mizeath liked to be seen as much as they liked watching over what was theirs and could step in if needed.
M'ris chuckled to himself as he found his own seat while he waited for more to arrive. No. She wouldn't thank me for it anyway. Besides, we both have our views of each other, no need to ruin that. He hadn't done it for Casa specifically anyway. He would have punished any dragonrider that didn't show a gold and her rider proper respect. They helped keep the dragon population going and that, if nothing else, was worthy of respect and deserved shutting down gossip and rude remarks.
