13.Feb.21, 12:17 AM
The Hatching had been an event so far, to be sure, what with the brown on a rampage. Thankfully, injuries only seemed to be minor. He watched Zarel next to him, checking to make sure the child wasn’t distraught, but no, she seemed to be completely at ease, save the excitement everyone else was feeling. Perks of growing up in a Weyr, he supposed.
The brief pause in dragonets breaking shell gave him time to think on his missed sleep, and he glared at the two lizards who had migrated to his lap, both dozing lightly during this slight break. A flurry of movement introduced two more dragons, a green and a blue, who both happily wandered toward their…boys. A sigh from next to him told him he wasn’t the only one disappointed. So far, both Zahrah and Aederyn had been passed over. He spotted them, offering a smile if either of them were paying attention, though he wouldn’t blame them for having their minds on other things.
Another shattering of eggshell sent a green tumbling free, and the creature stumbled and tripped toward a group of candidates before tripping over her own wings. He half-rose from his seat as the dragonet careened into his sister, he’d heard horror stories of hatchlings mauling candidates to get away from one or to get to another, and for a brief moment he feared for his sister’s life…Until, there was no longer a reason to. Impression was made. The two sat staring at each other, and with a jolt, his sister rose and started tending to the dragon. Her dragon.
“Yes!” Dislodging the browns in his lap and sending them flying, he stood and pumped a fist in the air before he slammed back down into his seat, not wanting to disturb the others around him too much. “That’s my sister!” He said, to nobody in particular. Zarel was grinning now, but shot him a particular look and he realized why…he was crying. His sister had finally got her wings, and he couldn’t be more proud.
The brief pause in dragonets breaking shell gave him time to think on his missed sleep, and he glared at the two lizards who had migrated to his lap, both dozing lightly during this slight break. A flurry of movement introduced two more dragons, a green and a blue, who both happily wandered toward their…boys. A sigh from next to him told him he wasn’t the only one disappointed. So far, both Zahrah and Aederyn had been passed over. He spotted them, offering a smile if either of them were paying attention, though he wouldn’t blame them for having their minds on other things.
Another shattering of eggshell sent a green tumbling free, and the creature stumbled and tripped toward a group of candidates before tripping over her own wings. He half-rose from his seat as the dragonet careened into his sister, he’d heard horror stories of hatchlings mauling candidates to get away from one or to get to another, and for a brief moment he feared for his sister’s life…Until, there was no longer a reason to. Impression was made. The two sat staring at each other, and with a jolt, his sister rose and started tending to the dragon. Her dragon.
“Yes!” Dislodging the browns in his lap and sending them flying, he stood and pumped a fist in the air before he slammed back down into his seat, not wanting to disturb the others around him too much. “That’s my sister!” He said, to nobody in particular. Zarel was grinning now, but shot him a particular look and he realized why…he was crying. His sister had finally got her wings, and he couldn’t be more proud.