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11.Aug.19, 03:14 PM
“Fuck,” Kordiavis swore under his breath with passion, mostly rage tinged with fear. Of course one of his closest friends had to Impress to one of the monstrosities. He knew this Hatching was a horrible idea and he should have held his ground against it and convinced Mylorah and Misharan to avoid it with him instead of Standing. That dragon was barely alive! And now it had bonded to his friend and all Kordiavis could think about was when his friend would lose his mind—or die with the creature instead. How often had he heard Alcynnia say she wished she died with her gold rather than stay alive and be reminded that half of herself was gone?
“Fuck!” he said again, louder, uncaring that he may have been heard despite how far away from the clutch and stands he was. He could lose Misharan even if the man didn’t die, he’d never be the same. He crouched down, elbows resting on his knees and hands cradling his head. He couldn’t handle that. He had only ever known his mother as the unstable and crazy woman so he didn’t have anything personal to compare it with. But with Misharan, he would always know what he was before the mood swings or vacant stares or the listless days.
Why did he ever think moving to the Weyr would be a good idea? Why did he think opening up and letting anyone in again was a good idea?
There was a slim chance the dragon could live, he finally argued as he came to his feet again. He had to focus on that. He had to be happy for his friend that seemed to accept the bond as soon as it happened. Misharan wasn’t afraid to Impress to one of those creatures and maybe he felt something through the bond that told him everything would be fine. Surely Kordiavis could find the same level of belief?
Sure, he could do that but he wasn’t about to let another friend Impress or stand as close as she was to the eggs. Determination had Kordiavis crossing the sands yet again as he came up to Mylorah and grabbed her hand, tugging her back several more steps. She gave a startled gasp and questioning look and he almost didn’t say anything but managed a soft, “I can’t lose you too.”
Kordiavis winced at the sad look—he took it as pity—she gave him but wrapped his arms around her when she went in for a hug and let her take his hand in hers as they went back to watching the eggs. Well, she did. He kept stealing glances at Misharan and hoping everything was okay. He hoped it would be for them as well given they were still far too close to the clutch for his liking.
“Fuck!” he said again, louder, uncaring that he may have been heard despite how far away from the clutch and stands he was. He could lose Misharan even if the man didn’t die, he’d never be the same. He crouched down, elbows resting on his knees and hands cradling his head. He couldn’t handle that. He had only ever known his mother as the unstable and crazy woman so he didn’t have anything personal to compare it with. But with Misharan, he would always know what he was before the mood swings or vacant stares or the listless days.
Why did he ever think moving to the Weyr would be a good idea? Why did he think opening up and letting anyone in again was a good idea?
There was a slim chance the dragon could live, he finally argued as he came to his feet again. He had to focus on that. He had to be happy for his friend that seemed to accept the bond as soon as it happened. Misharan wasn’t afraid to Impress to one of those creatures and maybe he felt something through the bond that told him everything would be fine. Surely Kordiavis could find the same level of belief?
Sure, he could do that but he wasn’t about to let another friend Impress or stand as close as she was to the eggs. Determination had Kordiavis crossing the sands yet again as he came up to Mylorah and grabbed her hand, tugging her back several more steps. She gave a startled gasp and questioning look and he almost didn’t say anything but managed a soft, “I can’t lose you too.”
Kordiavis winced at the sad look—he took it as pity—she gave him but wrapped his arms around her when she went in for a hug and let her take his hand in hers as they went back to watching the eggs. Well, she did. He kept stealing glances at Misharan and hoping everything was okay. He hoped it would be for them as well given they were still far too close to the clutch for his liking.
