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11.Aug.19, 02:38 PM
The sharp gasps from the crowd prompted Misharan to open his eyes, blinking as they readjusted to the afternoon light. Egg number two had cracked properly open, and a dragonet had appeared. Misha squinted at it, not sure of the color at first, the little thing was so dark, not helped by the dampness from being inside an egg, but as it staggered to its feet and pulled itself from the remains of its shell, he caught the flashes of a lighter blue on its wings - his wings, Misharan supposed, but considering the dragonet’s father could they really be sure, and giving it a gender made it more personal, and if it too died it would hurt more, so he didn’t yet. The fact it managed to stand at all was promising, and more promising still when it managed to take a few steps.
Misha watched it stumble closer to the ring of Candidates, frozen in suspense. The little dragonet looked much like its dead sibling, with its overly large looking head, sunken eyes, visible joints and tight skin, all of which looked even more bizarre in motion than they had on the green who had barely moved. But what really stood out were its eyes. Misharan felt the dragonet’s eyes, whirling wildly between colors and fierce with intent, were what gave him a flicker of hope that this one would be okay. Or at least, would be okay after a lot (a lot) of food and oiling and attention. The dragonet seemed to agree, because its eyes met his and Misharan could feel its hunger, but also its determination to live. He would make it, this dragonet was going to make it, Misha would make sure of it.
Without thinking, Misharan knelt down, reaching out to steady the dragonet from a particularly shaky step, who braced against his hand to shuffle a little further forward to all but collapse into his lap.
Mine, Dyoricath said, voice suffused with exhaustion and body limp with the effort of hatching, but those bright eyes still focused on Misharan, Mine.
’Yours, Misharan confirmed, ’yours. I’m yours.’ Gently he wrapped his arms around Dyoricath, hugging the little blue close to him as he felt people press around them, Healers and people with buckets, hovering anxiously, ready to help take care of his dragonet. Dyoricath was going to be fine, nothing else bad was going to happen to him, Misharan wouldn’t let it.
Misha watched it stumble closer to the ring of Candidates, frozen in suspense. The little dragonet looked much like its dead sibling, with its overly large looking head, sunken eyes, visible joints and tight skin, all of which looked even more bizarre in motion than they had on the green who had barely moved. But what really stood out were its eyes. Misharan felt the dragonet’s eyes, whirling wildly between colors and fierce with intent, were what gave him a flicker of hope that this one would be okay. Or at least, would be okay after a lot (a lot) of food and oiling and attention. The dragonet seemed to agree, because its eyes met his and Misharan could feel its hunger, but also its determination to live. He would make it, this dragonet was going to make it, Misha would make sure of it.
Without thinking, Misharan knelt down, reaching out to steady the dragonet from a particularly shaky step, who braced against his hand to shuffle a little further forward to all but collapse into his lap.
Mine, Dyoricath said, voice suffused with exhaustion and body limp with the effort of hatching, but those bright eyes still focused on Misharan, Mine.
’Yours, Misharan confirmed, ’yours. I’m yours.’ Gently he wrapped his arms around Dyoricath, hugging the little blue close to him as he felt people press around them, Healers and people with buckets, hovering anxiously, ready to help take care of his dragonet. Dyoricath was going to be fine, nothing else bad was going to happen to him, Misharan wouldn’t let it.
