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17.Jun.21, 08:46 AM
Despite the losses and hardships, M'ris found he couldn't help but smile at the antics of the hatchlings. They were always so unpredictable but so full of life and energy. It was easy to forget his worries and pain for a little while as each new adorale face emerged and put on a show. The ones that always darted right to their mate made him think of his Mosiath and their own Impression. I knew what I wanted. No point in dithering about. M'ris chuckled at his dragon and the fact that he could feel Mosiath's amusement every time one of the hatchlings frolicked about before getting to their mate.
Then the star of the show finally decided to make her debut. M'ris felt a bit bad for thinking of the gold dragons like that since it took away from the rest of the clutch. But not since the early years of Katila had the golds been so important. He couldn't deny that they always would be as they were the only ones that could produce eggs but with so many being murdered recently, to see another little gold romping around the Sands was what everyone needed. He didn't even mind that one of the Fort girls might Impress her and take her back to Fort Weyr upon graduating. R'nya had his gold Candidates trained in healing and wanted them back and M'ris was willing to let that happen because another gold in any Weyr was better than what they currently had.
But of course they weren't allowed to have that moment of joy. He somehow knew before the screeching truly began what was happening. The sweet baby gold couldn't find her mate. She was rushing around, frantically searching for her girl while tossing other girls around. She was looking for one of the five dead, wasn't she? A few that survived were still too weak to Stand and one of them could be meant for her but M'ris always believed that being within the Weyr was still close enough for a healthy dragonet to connect minds with.
And then the fight broke out. If it had been between humans, M'ris would have had no problem storming over there and knocking some heads around himself as he dragged the idiots apart but it was the gold with a bronze and not even Mosiath's growling seemed to deter them. After a point it seemed less like fighting and simply trying to get away but it didn't matter when they both went between. The stunned silence would have been comical if it wasn't caused by such a disaster. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath before a louder one followed. "Fuck!" He turned to Mosiath and slammed a fist against his dragon's side, knowing the giant beast would barely feel it and understand the cause of it. Mosiath gave his shoulder a nudge, a gentle nuzzling of reassurance before joining in the soft keening the dragons had taken up to mourn the loss of two of their own.
Did the bronze Impress? Do any of the boys seem out of sorts? The Impression would only be a few minutes at most but M'ris wasn't an expert and had no idea if gaining and then losing that bond so quickly would devastate a mind as much as one who had been with their dragon for years. It doesn't appear so. We will keep an eye on them. M'ris didn't need to ask to know that the 'we' in question would involve at least Rhezalth and perhaps one or two more to be trusted with such a task.
The Hatching continued, naturally. The remaining dragonets didn't know about the tragedy and wouldn't see a need to sit and wait even if they were able to. His heart went out to the blue that came after the loss of two as his arrival wasn't met with the usual excitement. M'ris made a note with Mosiath to make sure they greeted that pair and showed them a little extra attention to ensure they were okay and that the hatchling knew he wasn't at fault for the mood.
By the end of it all, M'ris was exhausted. No duds, he supposed he could be thankful for that but the loss of the gold and bronze was felt and it only served to remind him of the loss of humans--from the gold Candidates to residents of his Weyr to his son. He desperately needed a drink but without even looking into the crowd, he knew his eldest son would be watching him with his puppy eyes. R'dal had too much faith in him; in everyone. That kid was going to have his heart broken one day when the reality of the world finally penetrated his sweet outlook on everything. He still needed a drink but it could wait. It had to wait. He needed to check in on the new class, send out some letters, and ensure a proper gathering happened that night to celebrate what they had. There would be time for drinking later that night.
Then the star of the show finally decided to make her debut. M'ris felt a bit bad for thinking of the gold dragons like that since it took away from the rest of the clutch. But not since the early years of Katila had the golds been so important. He couldn't deny that they always would be as they were the only ones that could produce eggs but with so many being murdered recently, to see another little gold romping around the Sands was what everyone needed. He didn't even mind that one of the Fort girls might Impress her and take her back to Fort Weyr upon graduating. R'nya had his gold Candidates trained in healing and wanted them back and M'ris was willing to let that happen because another gold in any Weyr was better than what they currently had.
But of course they weren't allowed to have that moment of joy. He somehow knew before the screeching truly began what was happening. The sweet baby gold couldn't find her mate. She was rushing around, frantically searching for her girl while tossing other girls around. She was looking for one of the five dead, wasn't she? A few that survived were still too weak to Stand and one of them could be meant for her but M'ris always believed that being within the Weyr was still close enough for a healthy dragonet to connect minds with.
And then the fight broke out. If it had been between humans, M'ris would have had no problem storming over there and knocking some heads around himself as he dragged the idiots apart but it was the gold with a bronze and not even Mosiath's growling seemed to deter them. After a point it seemed less like fighting and simply trying to get away but it didn't matter when they both went between. The stunned silence would have been comical if it wasn't caused by such a disaster. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath before a louder one followed. "Fuck!" He turned to Mosiath and slammed a fist against his dragon's side, knowing the giant beast would barely feel it and understand the cause of it. Mosiath gave his shoulder a nudge, a gentle nuzzling of reassurance before joining in the soft keening the dragons had taken up to mourn the loss of two of their own.
Did the bronze Impress? Do any of the boys seem out of sorts? The Impression would only be a few minutes at most but M'ris wasn't an expert and had no idea if gaining and then losing that bond so quickly would devastate a mind as much as one who had been with their dragon for years. It doesn't appear so. We will keep an eye on them. M'ris didn't need to ask to know that the 'we' in question would involve at least Rhezalth and perhaps one or two more to be trusted with such a task.
The Hatching continued, naturally. The remaining dragonets didn't know about the tragedy and wouldn't see a need to sit and wait even if they were able to. His heart went out to the blue that came after the loss of two as his arrival wasn't met with the usual excitement. M'ris made a note with Mosiath to make sure they greeted that pair and showed them a little extra attention to ensure they were okay and that the hatchling knew he wasn't at fault for the mood.
By the end of it all, M'ris was exhausted. No duds, he supposed he could be thankful for that but the loss of the gold and bronze was felt and it only served to remind him of the loss of humans--from the gold Candidates to residents of his Weyr to his son. He desperately needed a drink but without even looking into the crowd, he knew his eldest son would be watching him with his puppy eyes. R'dal had too much faith in him; in everyone. That kid was going to have his heart broken one day when the reality of the world finally penetrated his sweet outlook on everything. He still needed a drink but it could wait. It had to wait. He needed to check in on the new class, send out some letters, and ensure a proper gathering happened that night to celebrate what they had. There would be time for drinking later that night.
