08.Jan.20, 11:33 PM
L’gan felt Sariel wake and sleepily pulled her close. Sometimes he was able to lull her back to another hour or two of sleep by holding her tight and matching their breathing. But then- L’gan? Sariel? The green’s voice was sleepy but excited. Aradissicath says her eggs are hatching. Can we go?
L’gan smiled into the skin of Sariel’s neck, pressing a brief kiss there and letting her pull away. He sat up with a sigh, blinking sleep away. It was early; or maybe they’d left the Touching too late. Though that didn’t seem likely. You could practically draw a calendar from how regular Aradissicath’s clutches were. He’d taken to charting several of the golds’ Flight patterns, always looking for more information which could help riders better understand the physiology of their dragons. He wouldn’t say something was wrong, per se; but it was an anomaly.
“Go on; you’ll do fine,” he reassured his mate as he slipped out of bed and tugged on fresh clothes. “I’ll be there soon; get a good spot,” L’gan replied to his eager dragon, watching as she danced from foot to foot before accepting a brief cuddle from Sariel.
They’d talked about the plan weeks ago, and he got the girls bundled up and down to the creche while she hurried to meet the other candidates and the weyrlingmaster, detouring briefly to grab his main kit from the infirmary on his way to the hatching grounds. He knew other riders would be dispatched to fetch Master Verec and a couple other Healers, so he made his way to the Sands, inclining his head politely to Aradissicath and smiling over at the Weyrwoman as he found his place.
We’ll need all the time we can get, with a clutch this size, L’gan thought, watching as Candidates, riders, and guests began to arrive. Semath had settled herself in a spot where she could see both him and Sariel, he noticed. Faranth please, let this one go smoothly. Please. Some of the candidates still looked a little jumpy, but many just seemed tired and a little confused. Well, wasn’t everyone?
L’gan smiled into the skin of Sariel’s neck, pressing a brief kiss there and letting her pull away. He sat up with a sigh, blinking sleep away. It was early; or maybe they’d left the Touching too late. Though that didn’t seem likely. You could practically draw a calendar from how regular Aradissicath’s clutches were. He’d taken to charting several of the golds’ Flight patterns, always looking for more information which could help riders better understand the physiology of their dragons. He wouldn’t say something was wrong, per se; but it was an anomaly.
“Go on; you’ll do fine,” he reassured his mate as he slipped out of bed and tugged on fresh clothes. “I’ll be there soon; get a good spot,” L’gan replied to his eager dragon, watching as she danced from foot to foot before accepting a brief cuddle from Sariel.
They’d talked about the plan weeks ago, and he got the girls bundled up and down to the creche while she hurried to meet the other candidates and the weyrlingmaster, detouring briefly to grab his main kit from the infirmary on his way to the hatching grounds. He knew other riders would be dispatched to fetch Master Verec and a couple other Healers, so he made his way to the Sands, inclining his head politely to Aradissicath and smiling over at the Weyrwoman as he found his place.
We’ll need all the time we can get, with a clutch this size, L’gan thought, watching as Candidates, riders, and guests began to arrive. Semath had settled herself in a spot where she could see both him and Sariel, he noticed. Faranth please, let this one go smoothly. Please. Some of the candidates still looked a little jumpy, but many just seemed tired and a little confused. Well, wasn’t everyone?