12.Jan.20, 04:31 AM
Like most in attendance, Mylorah remembered the landslide and had lost people to it. Her mother and little brother hadn’t survived and while she’d never forget them and always quietly celebrated their birthdays with her brother Korlin, she hated thinking about that night and refused to right then. It wouldn’t do to get lost in memories like several Hatchings had done to her in recent times and she was putting her foot down now and refusing to lose anyone else.
Mylorah called Wynera, F’drel’s sister Ferra, and a few of the younger girls over to her, seeing how terrified they were of the ground trembling and the dragonets panicking. She wrapped her arms around the little group that huddled close to her while a few others were on the ground against the wall behind her that she had led them to, telling them to keep their heads down and that it would all be over soon. She had to believe that and as it went on, Mylorah noticed the leaders in various spots looked a bit worried but weren’t doing anything more either so it really couldn’t have been that bad. They weren’t even being told to leave the cavern which meant they had to be safe—though she did keep stealing glances at the ceiling to ensure nothing was going to fall on them.
When the boy was mauled, she was glad she saved a few people that sight and hoped it looked worse than it was. It was hard to tell from where she was but the healers were moving him out of the way so that had to be a good sign. A chance he would live, right? She waited until he was out of view before telling her little group that everything was fine and offering them more reassurances as they slowly let go to take a look around.
It was only after she was standing alone again that Mylorah realised that she had heard the keening but hadn’t been sent into her memories, causing her to scream or cry. She wanted to believe she was finally over what Thallyath’s clutch had shown her and she was letting go of the memories of all the death at Hatchings, but she knew better. There would never be a way to truly forget any of that but having a purpose in keeping the other girls safe had helped her keep a cool head and focus.
Mylorah called Wynera, F’drel’s sister Ferra, and a few of the younger girls over to her, seeing how terrified they were of the ground trembling and the dragonets panicking. She wrapped her arms around the little group that huddled close to her while a few others were on the ground against the wall behind her that she had led them to, telling them to keep their heads down and that it would all be over soon. She had to believe that and as it went on, Mylorah noticed the leaders in various spots looked a bit worried but weren’t doing anything more either so it really couldn’t have been that bad. They weren’t even being told to leave the cavern which meant they had to be safe—though she did keep stealing glances at the ceiling to ensure nothing was going to fall on them.
When the boy was mauled, she was glad she saved a few people that sight and hoped it looked worse than it was. It was hard to tell from where she was but the healers were moving him out of the way so that had to be a good sign. A chance he would live, right? She waited until he was out of view before telling her little group that everything was fine and offering them more reassurances as they slowly let go to take a look around.
It was only after she was standing alone again that Mylorah realised that she had heard the keening but hadn’t been sent into her memories, causing her to scream or cry. She wanted to believe she was finally over what Thallyath’s clutch had shown her and she was letting go of the memories of all the death at Hatchings, but she knew better. There would never be a way to truly forget any of that but having a purpose in keeping the other girls safe had helped her keep a cool head and focus.