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13.Dec.13, 12:37 PM
Rhaedalyn frowned at her plate of fruit that counted as her evening meal. It wasn’t that the food was rather tight at the moment with the destruction and therefore rebuilding of the Weyr, but something felt wrong. Dissi? Rhaedalyn reached out to her bonded and continued to frown when no answer came right away like it always did. Finally, as if to give reason for the lack of talking, a wave of pain washed over Rhaedalyn and she leaned forward, clutching her stomach. What was that all about? Had the fruit gone bad?
It’s finally time. Despite the voice existing only in her head, Rhaedalyn could have sworn that statement had been said through clenched teeth borne from pain and perhaps frustration. It only took a few seconds longer for the young goldrider to realize what the time finally was and she let out a squeal and clapped her hands in delight as she jumped to her feet. The fruit was forgotten since there were far more pressing matters to attend to than her rumbly tummy.
The temporary dining area had been set up not too far away from the new Hatching Sands in the location that was slowly becoming the new Katila. She had lost her hut in the landslide like so many others and the original Sands, so once the new Sands had been secured, Rhaedalyn had set up a little shelter near Aradissicath to keep close to her precious girl. “Of course you choose the one time I’m away for a few minutes!” Rhaedalyn lightly chided the dragon as she came to a halt beside the beautiful gold.
I choose not when they come, girl, or they would have been here much sooner than this. It went unsaid how it had been a good thing they hadn’t. Aradissicath had been able to avoid damage and therefore save the eggs from the initial wave that rushed through and only suffered a few scratches from trying to save her silly rider from the mud. If they had already been hatched, it could have been devastating, like the previous clutch had been hit. Rhaedalyn still teared up thinking about all the deaths of the dragnets and young riders but so much death had hit all ages within the Weyr. In fact, she was still coming to terms with losing two of her best friends in Mevrit and V’zire.
Save that for later. I don’t need such thoughts right now. I need these eggs out of me! Aradissicath started to pace, again working to relieve some pain. It had become something she enjoyed doing in the last few weeks of her pregnancy and Rhaedalyn always sat or stood off to the side out of the way. She made sure to stand a bit further to the side than usual in that moment.
When the first egg was laid, Rhaedalyn cheered and clapped excitedly once again and cooed encouragement at her still far too grumpy dragon. That enthusiasm stayed for six more eggs before the pain of laying each one started to bleed through their bond and Aradissicath stopped censoring her moans of labour. With her head beginning to pound, Rhaedalyn continued to urge her dragon on, promising relief soon and whispering how wonderful she was. It seemed to go on forever, the first dozen eggs coming rather quickly to her untrained eye but the pace slowed dramatically after that.
At some point during the clutching, Rhaedalyn found herself sitting in the sand with a blanket draped over her shoulders and another plate of food pushed into her hands along with a glass of water. She barely noticed who it was that had supplied the items and it was only out of courtesy and appreciation for the act of kindness that Rhaedalyn managed to eat a little and drink down the water. She was far too focused on keeping Aradissicath calm and focused while battling the pain as best as she could for them both. She was also vaguely aware that in between her words of encouragement, came some of her favourite stories. They both loved listening to and telling them and it came naturally to tell one then as a way to keep the dragon soothed. Rhaedalyn couldn’t imagine the true pain of it all!
It was well into the night when Aradissicath seemed too tired to continue. “Just a bit more, Dissi. You’ve done so well and it looks like it’s only a bit more.” Rhaedalyn was curled up beside the exhausted dragon and rubbed Aradissicath’s head knobs. They had both lost count earlier during the clutching; all Rhaedalyn knew was that it was well over twenty eggs and going by the bumps against the smooth golden hide, there were still more to come out. I’m too tired, Rhaedalyn. Let me rest a bit. Aradissicath shifted so her head could rest properly in the girl’s lap and Rhaedalyn continued coddling the gold that was still a weyrling in the eyes of most. Such a large and beautiful creature and producing an already marvelous sized clutch; yet she was just over a turn old. It boggled Rhaedalyn’s mind still to that day as much as it had at Impression that such a creature had chosen her.
“Rest, but only for a little. You need to tend to your babies still.” Rhaedalyn placed a kiss on the top of Aradissicath’s head and together they sat in content silence. That was something that had become so rare lately and both missed it. But even with how much the goldrider missed it, she still urged Aradissicath into pushing once more a few minutes later. She had been taught a bit about clutching but it was hard to remember anything thanks to emotions running wild from the landslide and then being tossed into an actual clutching.
Finally, after hours and hours of working together, Aradissicath announced that was every last egg. An attempt to sit proudly and admire the clutch she had started to organize while waiting for the stragglers didn’t go over well and she ended up stumbling from exhaustion and laid back down. It still hurt to lie like she once had before pregnancy and she ended up flopping on her side and giving a soft creel. “Oh, my sweet baby! You were amazing!” Rhaedalyn was right there within seconds and arms flung around the dragon’s neck in a tight hug. She was so proud! It had been a long experience but it was so worth it.
“This is clearly the best and biggest clutch ever!” Rhaedalyn honestly had no clue if her declaration was correct but it seemed like it was the largest one she had seen at Katila anyway and in her mind, this one was definitely the best of them all. “I wonder what the final total is.”
It’s finally time. Despite the voice existing only in her head, Rhaedalyn could have sworn that statement had been said through clenched teeth borne from pain and perhaps frustration. It only took a few seconds longer for the young goldrider to realize what the time finally was and she let out a squeal and clapped her hands in delight as she jumped to her feet. The fruit was forgotten since there were far more pressing matters to attend to than her rumbly tummy.
The temporary dining area had been set up not too far away from the new Hatching Sands in the location that was slowly becoming the new Katila. She had lost her hut in the landslide like so many others and the original Sands, so once the new Sands had been secured, Rhaedalyn had set up a little shelter near Aradissicath to keep close to her precious girl. “Of course you choose the one time I’m away for a few minutes!” Rhaedalyn lightly chided the dragon as she came to a halt beside the beautiful gold.
I choose not when they come, girl, or they would have been here much sooner than this. It went unsaid how it had been a good thing they hadn’t. Aradissicath had been able to avoid damage and therefore save the eggs from the initial wave that rushed through and only suffered a few scratches from trying to save her silly rider from the mud. If they had already been hatched, it could have been devastating, like the previous clutch had been hit. Rhaedalyn still teared up thinking about all the deaths of the dragnets and young riders but so much death had hit all ages within the Weyr. In fact, she was still coming to terms with losing two of her best friends in Mevrit and V’zire.
Save that for later. I don’t need such thoughts right now. I need these eggs out of me! Aradissicath started to pace, again working to relieve some pain. It had become something she enjoyed doing in the last few weeks of her pregnancy and Rhaedalyn always sat or stood off to the side out of the way. She made sure to stand a bit further to the side than usual in that moment.
When the first egg was laid, Rhaedalyn cheered and clapped excitedly once again and cooed encouragement at her still far too grumpy dragon. That enthusiasm stayed for six more eggs before the pain of laying each one started to bleed through their bond and Aradissicath stopped censoring her moans of labour. With her head beginning to pound, Rhaedalyn continued to urge her dragon on, promising relief soon and whispering how wonderful she was. It seemed to go on forever, the first dozen eggs coming rather quickly to her untrained eye but the pace slowed dramatically after that.
At some point during the clutching, Rhaedalyn found herself sitting in the sand with a blanket draped over her shoulders and another plate of food pushed into her hands along with a glass of water. She barely noticed who it was that had supplied the items and it was only out of courtesy and appreciation for the act of kindness that Rhaedalyn managed to eat a little and drink down the water. She was far too focused on keeping Aradissicath calm and focused while battling the pain as best as she could for them both. She was also vaguely aware that in between her words of encouragement, came some of her favourite stories. They both loved listening to and telling them and it came naturally to tell one then as a way to keep the dragon soothed. Rhaedalyn couldn’t imagine the true pain of it all!
It was well into the night when Aradissicath seemed too tired to continue. “Just a bit more, Dissi. You’ve done so well and it looks like it’s only a bit more.” Rhaedalyn was curled up beside the exhausted dragon and rubbed Aradissicath’s head knobs. They had both lost count earlier during the clutching; all Rhaedalyn knew was that it was well over twenty eggs and going by the bumps against the smooth golden hide, there were still more to come out. I’m too tired, Rhaedalyn. Let me rest a bit. Aradissicath shifted so her head could rest properly in the girl’s lap and Rhaedalyn continued coddling the gold that was still a weyrling in the eyes of most. Such a large and beautiful creature and producing an already marvelous sized clutch; yet she was just over a turn old. It boggled Rhaedalyn’s mind still to that day as much as it had at Impression that such a creature had chosen her.
“Rest, but only for a little. You need to tend to your babies still.” Rhaedalyn placed a kiss on the top of Aradissicath’s head and together they sat in content silence. That was something that had become so rare lately and both missed it. But even with how much the goldrider missed it, she still urged Aradissicath into pushing once more a few minutes later. She had been taught a bit about clutching but it was hard to remember anything thanks to emotions running wild from the landslide and then being tossed into an actual clutching.
Finally, after hours and hours of working together, Aradissicath announced that was every last egg. An attempt to sit proudly and admire the clutch she had started to organize while waiting for the stragglers didn’t go over well and she ended up stumbling from exhaustion and laid back down. It still hurt to lie like she once had before pregnancy and she ended up flopping on her side and giving a soft creel. “Oh, my sweet baby! You were amazing!” Rhaedalyn was right there within seconds and arms flung around the dragon’s neck in a tight hug. She was so proud! It had been a long experience but it was so worth it.
“This is clearly the best and biggest clutch ever!” Rhaedalyn honestly had no clue if her declaration was correct but it seemed like it was the largest one she had seen at Katila anyway and in her mind, this one was definitely the best of them all. “I wonder what the final total is.”
