13.Aug.19, 04:52 PM
Beckitt chuckled as she demurred about her thoughts, understanding. They had moved to Ista the same year but hadn’t seen as much of each other as they had before with him hopping all over for hatchings she wasn’t able to stand for.
He scooted a little closer and wrapped an arm loosely around her as she hugged her arms to herself. “Hey, it’s okay… it isn’t their fault at all. It seems like the whole Weyr has been thinking terrible things at them and they just internalized it and lashed out when given the chance. But I’m sure things will work out.” He wasn’t, actually, but he hoped the more he repeated it the truer it would become. “You know half the time the dragonets are completely different when they hatch.”
“What does your family think about it,” he asked cautiously, letting the arm drop when she no longer needed the contact. “Your father and brother are both riders, right? Did you ask them about their Impressions and the Touchings before?” His own father didn’t have the time of day for him since he hadn’t Impressed, but he was friendly with plenty of riders who were more than willing to talk about the experience.
He sighed, digging in the dirt at their feet with a stick. “I was scared almost witless yesterday. Between the eggs and Thallyath’s tantrum. But I’m still going to stand. It’s not their fault Faxxoth won the flight. Unexpected things happen all the time and we need to accept that not get angry about it.”
He scooted a little closer and wrapped an arm loosely around her as she hugged her arms to herself. “Hey, it’s okay… it isn’t their fault at all. It seems like the whole Weyr has been thinking terrible things at them and they just internalized it and lashed out when given the chance. But I’m sure things will work out.” He wasn’t, actually, but he hoped the more he repeated it the truer it would become. “You know half the time the dragonets are completely different when they hatch.”
“What does your family think about it,” he asked cautiously, letting the arm drop when she no longer needed the contact. “Your father and brother are both riders, right? Did you ask them about their Impressions and the Touchings before?” His own father didn’t have the time of day for him since he hadn’t Impressed, but he was friendly with plenty of riders who were more than willing to talk about the experience.
He sighed, digging in the dirt at their feet with a stick. “I was scared almost witless yesterday. Between the eggs and Thallyath’s tantrum. But I’m still going to stand. It’s not their fault Faxxoth won the flight. Unexpected things happen all the time and we need to accept that not get angry about it.”