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16.Aug.21, 10:32 AM
Orgailian was just returning up the path from the beach when Thallyath’s bellow was heard. Was he late? Was this a last second warning? He ran for the barracks, discovering along the way that everyone else was doing the same. It seemed she was waiting for the last second before calling everyone in. He could kind of appreciate that. It sucked getting ready when the first wobble happened and then they stood around on the hot sand in the stifling cavern for over an hour before anything else happened. The sense of urgency also made it feel more exciting and even had him smiling as he readied himself.
He arrived with the middle of the pack and headed to his usual place. It had a good view of the clutch as well as the spectators, though he did wonder how many would be coming from outside the Weyr that day with the very short notice. As more people filed in, it did seem like word managed to reach some people as Weyrleader S’far and a few other dragons, including Syrendryth, were among them. That was good. He may not have been as excited to proudly support Casa like Mylorah was but Orgailian was still glad to see she had supporters on the Sands and in the stands.
Orgailian chuckled at the helpful blue and how proud he seemed to be for getting his golden sister to make her debut. He would bet several marks on those two getting along well, like Malvayth and Taith from what T’ryn told him. Unfortunately that little blue didn’t bond to him or Zoremet and the gold didn’t go to Mylorah. He wasn’t standing near her this time and stared at her until he caught her eye and she smiled and gave a shrug. Typical. Not much ever seemed to faze her.
The Hatching progressed at a surprisingly decent pace and with few incidents after that. Maybe the key to a safer Hatching was a proper time of day. Everyone was more alert than when they were dragged out of bed or kept from getting any sleep. But he wasn’t an expert on such things and also knew you couldn’t stop a hatchling or dictate when it was their time to come. Orgailian was just happy to have them come at all.
When only a couple of eggs were left, Orgailian frowned at the one closest to him. It was wriggling about frantically and he swore he could hear whimpering from within the shell. Was the hatchling too weak to, well, hatch? Maybe it just needed some assistance, like the gold had earlier. Going against his better judgement and risking the wrath of Casa, Thallyath, and several other higher ranking riders, Orgailian decided to follow that blue’s lead and strode out to the wobbling egg. Without stopping to think about it, Orgailian gave a swift kick to the shell, leaving behind a decent hole that sent cracks outward along the shell. The hatchling spilled out seconds later and didn’t even glance his way before darting off to bond to someone else. Orgailian gave a little laugh and shake of his head at the response but at least he had helped the baby.
The Hatching was over soon after that and he was once again leaving solo. Given he was still on the fence about if and when he wanted to Impress, that was fine by him. He didn’t want to linger either given the stunt he had pulled, no matter how helpful it was. So Orgailian simply slipped out with a group that was also leaving. Maybe he’d change and go get some dinner and then see who was at the party.
He arrived with the middle of the pack and headed to his usual place. It had a good view of the clutch as well as the spectators, though he did wonder how many would be coming from outside the Weyr that day with the very short notice. As more people filed in, it did seem like word managed to reach some people as Weyrleader S’far and a few other dragons, including Syrendryth, were among them. That was good. He may not have been as excited to proudly support Casa like Mylorah was but Orgailian was still glad to see she had supporters on the Sands and in the stands.
Orgailian chuckled at the helpful blue and how proud he seemed to be for getting his golden sister to make her debut. He would bet several marks on those two getting along well, like Malvayth and Taith from what T’ryn told him. Unfortunately that little blue didn’t bond to him or Zoremet and the gold didn’t go to Mylorah. He wasn’t standing near her this time and stared at her until he caught her eye and she smiled and gave a shrug. Typical. Not much ever seemed to faze her.
The Hatching progressed at a surprisingly decent pace and with few incidents after that. Maybe the key to a safer Hatching was a proper time of day. Everyone was more alert than when they were dragged out of bed or kept from getting any sleep. But he wasn’t an expert on such things and also knew you couldn’t stop a hatchling or dictate when it was their time to come. Orgailian was just happy to have them come at all.
When only a couple of eggs were left, Orgailian frowned at the one closest to him. It was wriggling about frantically and he swore he could hear whimpering from within the shell. Was the hatchling too weak to, well, hatch? Maybe it just needed some assistance, like the gold had earlier. Going against his better judgement and risking the wrath of Casa, Thallyath, and several other higher ranking riders, Orgailian decided to follow that blue’s lead and strode out to the wobbling egg. Without stopping to think about it, Orgailian gave a swift kick to the shell, leaving behind a decent hole that sent cracks outward along the shell. The hatchling spilled out seconds later and didn’t even glance his way before darting off to bond to someone else. Orgailian gave a little laugh and shake of his head at the response but at least he had helped the baby.
The Hatching was over soon after that and he was once again leaving solo. Given he was still on the fence about if and when he wanted to Impress, that was fine by him. He didn’t want to linger either given the stunt he had pulled, no matter how helpful it was. So Orgailian simply slipped out with a group that was also leaving. Maybe he’d change and go get some dinner and then see who was at the party.
