11.Jan.20, 11:56 AM
Every time an Impression was made without injury, L’gan felt tension drain from his shoulders. So far, so good. Semath hummed a little louder in excitement as she saw several greens and-- ooh, the first gold! Look, L’gan! The healer smiled, happy for his green, knowing how much she loved hatchings and loved babies. They hadn’t had time to attend Bedith’s, focusing on the weyrlings at Ista, so for this Hatching to be going so smoothly despite the early start was a relief. But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he berated his foolishness in tempting fate. A green had collided with the gold near the cluster of young women, and girls were starting to shove to get out of the way of the tangle of claws.
L’gan bit his lip hard to keep from shouting as he saw Sariel fall; they couldn’t startle the dragonets without risking injuries or the babies popping between in surprise. He inwardly cursed whoever had shoved her, though he knew it wasn’t really their fault. Squabbling dragonets fresh from their shells were always intimidating, no matter how cute or sweet they ended up being.
Semath crooned calm reassurance to the dragonets, but he also felt her alarm as they saw claws connect with robes and skin. Nightmare scenarios raced through his mind until Semath gently said, L’gan, they are both okay. Cirith helped her up, see? L’gan took a startled breath, and looked properly at the pair, seeing the rapturous joy on his mate’s face despite her pain, and concern in her dragon’s eyes as they made their way slowly off to the side.
Steadying himself with another breath, he picked up his kit and made his way over, concern still written on his face. Logically it couldn’t be that bad if Sariel was standing again, but he wasn’t taking chances. The little gold’s comment broke the ice and a startled smile crossed his face as he drew close.
“Sariel, are you alright?” His voice was calmer than he felt as his training kicked in--helped, no doubt, by the calming presence of Semath in his mind and her excitement for their Sariel. He rested a hand on her shoulder, giving it a brief squeeze, then knelt to check her leg as she fed her new lifemate. Someone had brought over a stool for her to sit on, making things much easier. L’gan glanced briefly over at the gold as he worked and turned to smile up at his mate. “She’s beautiful; I’m so happy for you, Little Bell.”
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Sariel
L’gan bit his lip hard to keep from shouting as he saw Sariel fall; they couldn’t startle the dragonets without risking injuries or the babies popping between in surprise. He inwardly cursed whoever had shoved her, though he knew it wasn’t really their fault. Squabbling dragonets fresh from their shells were always intimidating, no matter how cute or sweet they ended up being.
Semath crooned calm reassurance to the dragonets, but he also felt her alarm as they saw claws connect with robes and skin. Nightmare scenarios raced through his mind until Semath gently said, L’gan, they are both okay. Cirith helped her up, see? L’gan took a startled breath, and looked properly at the pair, seeing the rapturous joy on his mate’s face despite her pain, and concern in her dragon’s eyes as they made their way slowly off to the side.
Steadying himself with another breath, he picked up his kit and made his way over, concern still written on his face. Logically it couldn’t be that bad if Sariel was standing again, but he wasn’t taking chances. The little gold’s comment broke the ice and a startled smile crossed his face as he drew close.
“Sariel, are you alright?” His voice was calmer than he felt as his training kicked in--helped, no doubt, by the calming presence of Semath in his mind and her excitement for their Sariel. He rested a hand on her shoulder, giving it a brief squeeze, then knelt to check her leg as she fed her new lifemate. Someone had brought over a stool for her to sit on, making things much easier. L’gan glanced briefly over at the gold as he worked and turned to smile up at his mate. “She’s beautiful; I’m so happy for you, Little Bell.”
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Sariel