11.Aug.19, 06:15 PM
Beckitt had moved a little away from Misha to comfort Mylorah and he clung to her hand like a lifeline as the second egg cracked and the darkest blue hatchling he’d yet seen tumbled out. He saw how pained each movement was for the young dragon as the baby keened and searched, heading directly for the small group on the sands. As if his joints were broken glass or the sands were full of knives. Each piteous cry seemed to echo in the unnatural silence of the hatching grounds, broken only by a few dragons and the healer-candidate humming.
He couldn’t help a smile of joy as he saw the little dragonet bond with Misharan. His friend had waited so long and now he finally had Impressed.
The smile suddenly faltered. The little one was so weak, so emaciated. It had lasted longer than its poor green sister, but would he continue to survive? Beckitt felt ice grip his heart but forced himself to smile again and reached over to squeeze Misha’s shoulder in congratulations.
They had kept one baby from going between. And if one could survive long enough to Impress, maybe the others would be just as strong.
He couldn’t help a smile of joy as he saw the little dragonet bond with Misharan. His friend had waited so long and now he finally had Impressed.
The smile suddenly faltered. The little one was so weak, so emaciated. It had lasted longer than its poor green sister, but would he continue to survive? Beckitt felt ice grip his heart but forced himself to smile again and reached over to squeeze Misha’s shoulder in congratulations.
They had kept one baby from going between. And if one could survive long enough to Impress, maybe the others would be just as strong.