14.Aug.19, 10:27 PM
Beckitt couldn’t help keeping up an encouraging litany under his breath as the third egg began to show cracks. He’d moved out of the way for Misha and his new blue as too many people were crowding to help them; while he wanted to be one of them, anxious for his friend, he knew there wasn’t much he could do right now. The third egg had begun to rock only minutes after the successful Impression, which was encouraging. But then it stopped for so long. He looked over at Narinoa, asking quietly, “that happens sometimes, right? With other creatures. They just need the energy to build back up?” He was ashamed of how his voice cracked with anxiety at the idea that the little one just wouldn’t be able to break free.
Suddenly the egg rocked again and he leaned forward, hand on Narinoa’s arm still. “Come on, little one, you can do it,” he whispered. “Come on. Come on.” Another skeletal green fell out, just lying on the sands for several agonizing minutes. His hand tightened unaware until he was shaken off, then balled at his side, nails digging into his palms. “Get up, baby, you’ve got this… please.”
She seemed to rally with a terrible cry as she stood unsteadily, searching. He was about to go try to help her, unable to watch from afar while the young dragons were in such pain, when she collapsed and that awful keening started again. “No!” Kitt sobbed, covering his ears and hanging his head. “Not again, no, please.” He looked up, tears running down his face and hands falling as he looked at Casa and Nerreh, and the others desperately. “There has to be something we can do to help them. Anything.” He flinched as the keening continued. “Please. We can’t just let them all die...” He trailed off, throat tight.
Suddenly the egg rocked again and he leaned forward, hand on Narinoa’s arm still. “Come on, little one, you can do it,” he whispered. “Come on. Come on.” Another skeletal green fell out, just lying on the sands for several agonizing minutes. His hand tightened unaware until he was shaken off, then balled at his side, nails digging into his palms. “Get up, baby, you’ve got this… please.”
She seemed to rally with a terrible cry as she stood unsteadily, searching. He was about to go try to help her, unable to watch from afar while the young dragons were in such pain, when she collapsed and that awful keening started again. “No!” Kitt sobbed, covering his ears and hanging his head. “Not again, no, please.” He looked up, tears running down his face and hands falling as he looked at Casa and Nerreh, and the others desperately. “There has to be something we can do to help them. Anything.” He flinched as the keening continued. “Please. We can’t just let them all die...” He trailed off, throat tight.