14.Mar.13, 07:59 PM
It was sudden, like a shock to his whole system as the egg seemed to sap all of his energy. While Bordtai may have thought the egg would pull the energy out of him through his hands it wasn’t the case. It just simply disappeared. As if Bordtai had been going strong for too long. He could feel it to his core, that fatigue and lack of energy, right to his bones as the happiness in his eyes faded swiftly.
What is wrong with me? he thought as he struggled to even keep his eyes open, not really wanting to snatch his hands away from the egg. He didn’t want to egg to feel as if he was unwanted – Bordtai knew that feeling well enough to not want to bestow it upon the little dragon in the egg. Is something wrong with the egg?
It seemed to take everything in him to brush his hands across the egg’s shell and not just let them drop. Once more he caressed the shell before slowly pulling his tired, aching hands away. Was he feeling how tired the dragon was inside the shell? If the dragon was that tired, would he have the energy to break free the day of the hatching? Bordtai could not help but look up to the golden queen with worry in his eyes even as he continued to struggle with the fatigue he still felt. Was she worried that the egg and dragon inside were too tired? Too weak? Or was it his own weakness he was feeling?
Perhaps he wasn’t ready for this after all. Perhaps he was too small. Perhaps being too small would make him too weak and that was what the dragon inside the egg was showing him. Doubt crossed his mind and he stuck his hands in his pockets and began to walk through the clutch toward the exit of the hatching sands. He was second guessing his own strength now. Perhaps the other Weyrbrats were right and he was close enough to a dimglow to not be worthy of a dragon.
As he passed an egg on the edge of the group, he pulled one hand back out of his pocket and brushed his fingers across it’s shell as he walked by. He was allowed to touch as many eggs as he wanted as long as it didn’t include the gold egg. He’d first planned on touching every single one of them to increase his chances as much as possible, but after that first egg and the doubts that now plagued his mind, he was ready to leave the hatching sands to relocate his courage elsewhere. Even so, he couldn’t help but brush against that second egg wistfully.
What is wrong with me? he thought as he struggled to even keep his eyes open, not really wanting to snatch his hands away from the egg. He didn’t want to egg to feel as if he was unwanted – Bordtai knew that feeling well enough to not want to bestow it upon the little dragon in the egg. Is something wrong with the egg?
It seemed to take everything in him to brush his hands across the egg’s shell and not just let them drop. Once more he caressed the shell before slowly pulling his tired, aching hands away. Was he feeling how tired the dragon was inside the shell? If the dragon was that tired, would he have the energy to break free the day of the hatching? Bordtai could not help but look up to the golden queen with worry in his eyes even as he continued to struggle with the fatigue he still felt. Was she worried that the egg and dragon inside were too tired? Too weak? Or was it his own weakness he was feeling?
Perhaps he wasn’t ready for this after all. Perhaps he was too small. Perhaps being too small would make him too weak and that was what the dragon inside the egg was showing him. Doubt crossed his mind and he stuck his hands in his pockets and began to walk through the clutch toward the exit of the hatching sands. He was second guessing his own strength now. Perhaps the other Weyrbrats were right and he was close enough to a dimglow to not be worthy of a dragon.
As he passed an egg on the edge of the group, he pulled one hand back out of his pocket and brushed his fingers across it’s shell as he walked by. He was allowed to touch as many eggs as he wanted as long as it didn’t include the gold egg. He’d first planned on touching every single one of them to increase his chances as much as possible, but after that first egg and the doubts that now plagued his mind, he was ready to leave the hatching sands to relocate his courage elsewhere. Even so, he couldn’t help but brush against that second egg wistfully.