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15.Aug.19, 07:21 AM
Madiquel stared down at the clutch in disbelief, clinging tightly to R’nya, fighting off the urge to cry. The bronzerider was a good man, and had one arm lightly wrapped around her shoulders - the other hand was holding onto Rhaedalyn’s. He’d been so good, agreeing to bring her when he picked up the Master Healer, and letting her sit with them. She’d enjoyed catching up with Rhaedalyn about the girls, and filling them in on the exciting updates she had about her lessons, her friends, and the Hall in general as she’d come to experience it.
Of course, she’d heard rumours from R’nya about what the Touching had been like. He’d told her that the Hatching might be gorier than usual, if the unhappy emotions the Candidates had received was any indication. Madiquel had wanted to come anyway; she had friends on the Sands, and if anything happened, she wanted to watch how the Healer’s handled it. While she was far too uneducated to assist, Madiquel believed watching was as good a teacher as participating in its own way.
She’d expected rampaging dragonets; she’d expected blood and screaming. Even the possibility of death of a Candidate. What she hadn’t expected was the starving creature that had escaped the first shell only to die. Tears tumbled down Madiquel’s cheeks, and she pressed her face against R’nya as she fought to control herself, listening to the awful sound of dragons keening timidly before the sounds faded away. Sniffling, Madiquel pulled back and glanced towards the Sands. Another egg was cracking shell, and she bit her lip, still crying silently, as the blue pulled himself free. Madiquel watched in awe, and horror, as he moved towards the Candidates. She was so afraid he would Impress, and so afraid he wouldn’t.
It was impossibly hard not to go down and try to help when he did Impress, (to Misharan!). It was the knowledge that she’d be more hinder than help and that there were more than enough people gathering around the pair that she wasn’t needed. Biting her lip, Madiquel watched worriedly as the dragonet was fed, and almost missed the sound of the next egg cracking. She felt R’nya stiffen, and turned anxiously towards the rest of the eggs. A soft moan of agony was released as the dragonet pulled herself from the egg, and Madiquel felt her heart squeeze for the little creature. She was in so much pain, Madiquel could feel it as if it were her own…
Madiquel felt her stomach drop, and her eyes widened even as she moaned softly where she sat. Then the dragons were keening and Madiquel was startled, glancing around in confusion before she threw herself out of her seat, making a mad dash down the stairs and ignoring R’nya’s cry for her to come back. “Stop it!” Madiquel shrieked, her words directed at the dragons, “Stop it!” Throwing herself through the group at the bottom of the Stands, Madiquel dodged an outreached hand and tumbled to her knees beside the little green, petting her head and sobbing as she lifted the heavy head and choking on a laugh when the little green opened her eyes slowly and blinked at her.
You came, she whispered, and Madiquel sobbed, pressing her forehead to Zezeth’s before pulling back and staring over towards the Weyrlingmaster, “she needs food,” Madiquel snapped, managing to shake some of them into motion and quickly working to get the mushy meat soup down Zezeth’s throat. “Easy, love,” Madiquel cooed, helping her swallow the meaty liquid, and too busy for the moment to think about how her Papa and Master Verec were going to absolutely be horrifically disappointed in her.
Of course, she’d heard rumours from R’nya about what the Touching had been like. He’d told her that the Hatching might be gorier than usual, if the unhappy emotions the Candidates had received was any indication. Madiquel had wanted to come anyway; she had friends on the Sands, and if anything happened, she wanted to watch how the Healer’s handled it. While she was far too uneducated to assist, Madiquel believed watching was as good a teacher as participating in its own way.
She’d expected rampaging dragonets; she’d expected blood and screaming. Even the possibility of death of a Candidate. What she hadn’t expected was the starving creature that had escaped the first shell only to die. Tears tumbled down Madiquel’s cheeks, and she pressed her face against R’nya as she fought to control herself, listening to the awful sound of dragons keening timidly before the sounds faded away. Sniffling, Madiquel pulled back and glanced towards the Sands. Another egg was cracking shell, and she bit her lip, still crying silently, as the blue pulled himself free. Madiquel watched in awe, and horror, as he moved towards the Candidates. She was so afraid he would Impress, and so afraid he wouldn’t.
It was impossibly hard not to go down and try to help when he did Impress, (to Misharan!). It was the knowledge that she’d be more hinder than help and that there were more than enough people gathering around the pair that she wasn’t needed. Biting her lip, Madiquel watched worriedly as the dragonet was fed, and almost missed the sound of the next egg cracking. She felt R’nya stiffen, and turned anxiously towards the rest of the eggs. A soft moan of agony was released as the dragonet pulled herself from the egg, and Madiquel felt her heart squeeze for the little creature. She was in so much pain, Madiquel could feel it as if it were her own…
Madiquel felt her stomach drop, and her eyes widened even as she moaned softly where she sat. Then the dragons were keening and Madiquel was startled, glancing around in confusion before she threw herself out of her seat, making a mad dash down the stairs and ignoring R’nya’s cry for her to come back. “Stop it!” Madiquel shrieked, her words directed at the dragons, “Stop it!” Throwing herself through the group at the bottom of the Stands, Madiquel dodged an outreached hand and tumbled to her knees beside the little green, petting her head and sobbing as she lifted the heavy head and choking on a laugh when the little green opened her eyes slowly and blinked at her.
You came, she whispered, and Madiquel sobbed, pressing her forehead to Zezeth’s before pulling back and staring over towards the Weyrlingmaster, “she needs food,” Madiquel snapped, managing to shake some of them into motion and quickly working to get the mushy meat soup down Zezeth’s throat. “Easy, love,” Madiquel cooed, helping her swallow the meaty liquid, and too busy for the moment to think about how her Papa and Master Verec were going to absolutely be horrifically disappointed in her.
