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02.Aug.22, 06:48 PM
It had been almost exactly one month since Quisavensalin had arrived in Telgar. One month since he'd disappointed his uncle and been practically exiled. Sure there were other options, but none of them seemed appealing, and as irritated as Uncle Habraxel was, he'd at least taken the time to sit down and talk to him like he always had in the past, without raising his voice or his hand or doing anything else other than sit and talk out in the garden. He'd started to miss his uncle the moment they agreed he'd go to the Weyr to be with his father.
It was also one month since he'd met R'nd, his real father, in person. One month since he found out he had several half siblings. He still wasn't sure how he wanted to deal with that. There was supposed to be a party after all of the hatchings he was sure, he could try to introduce himself then, or he could wait another month. He'd asked R'nd to give him a month or two after all and the bluerider... his father had agreed. He still wasn't used to the thought. He'd been told when he was younger, but it hadn't seemed real then, he was just a name, a character from one of his mother's memories. If his mother hadn't looked so happy to see the man when she introduced them Vensy might not have gone at all.
So it was hard to be excited about the hatching even though it was his first. His thoughts kept running, and there was nothing he could do except look around and speculate as to which ones were his siblings. He had asked R'nd for a list of names at least, and while they'd looked around the Weyr he'd even subtly pointed a couple of brothers out. One of them he could see standing next to the large bronze dragon that watched over the eggs, the other was in the stands behind him. The dragon certainly looked imposing, but A'tay himself seemed rather harmless.
His thoughts were interrupted as the eggs began to hatch and there was a flurry of murmurs and excitement. At least he had something new to focus on instead of just standing there doing nothing. Vensy remembered from all the lessons he'd been told that hatchings could take hours, that there were frequently lulls, but it seemed that there weren't very many at all in this one. Sure, some of the hatchlings took their time, like the gold who wanted to just stay in bed and play, but as soon as she finally was sent off to a pretty girl (who received a lot of cheering, he noted) even more dragons had appeared.
The greens crowding the wall were fascinating, and he couldn't help but quietly wish them luck just to see what would happen. And when they did manage to get over and find people in the audience (something he didn't even know could happen), he couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. He was still thinking about that little bit of chaos and the reaction it had caused in the audience when a couple of blues and then a bronze hatched. That one caught his eye as it started to walk along the wall and take the occasional peek over the top of it.
But it didn't climb into the Stands, instead turning around and walking towards his group. Vensy got ready to step out of the way, thinking to himself it was a shame. It would have been funny to see the bronze go over too. No it wouldn't, the rough and rumbly voice scoffed as the bronze kept walking, pausing only long enough to give him a nudge with his nose hard enough that he had to take a step back. Let's go I'vens, I'm hungry. I'vens rubbed his stomach awkwardly as he stared after the hatchling as it moved past him. Are you coming, I'vens? "Yeah... yeah just give me a moment Sherekhath."
With a run of his fingers through his hair, I'vens turned to follow after the dragon. His dragon. Unpleasant memories threatened to climb up to the surface but he shoved them down and away, instead trying to focus on other things, living people. What would his mother say when she found out he had a bronze? She would say it is wonderful because I am wonderful. I'm not just a bronze after all, and you are not just a boy. You are mine, and I am yours. The bronze turned to give him a more gentle and affectionate nuzzle and he couldn't help but smile as he knelt down to wrap his arms around it in a hug. "Well let's get you fed then. And then you'll have to hold still because you're making me feel itchy and I'm pretty sure that means I need to oil you."
It was also one month since he'd met R'nd, his real father, in person. One month since he found out he had several half siblings. He still wasn't sure how he wanted to deal with that. There was supposed to be a party after all of the hatchings he was sure, he could try to introduce himself then, or he could wait another month. He'd asked R'nd to give him a month or two after all and the bluerider... his father had agreed. He still wasn't used to the thought. He'd been told when he was younger, but it hadn't seemed real then, he was just a name, a character from one of his mother's memories. If his mother hadn't looked so happy to see the man when she introduced them Vensy might not have gone at all.
So it was hard to be excited about the hatching even though it was his first. His thoughts kept running, and there was nothing he could do except look around and speculate as to which ones were his siblings. He had asked R'nd for a list of names at least, and while they'd looked around the Weyr he'd even subtly pointed a couple of brothers out. One of them he could see standing next to the large bronze dragon that watched over the eggs, the other was in the stands behind him. The dragon certainly looked imposing, but A'tay himself seemed rather harmless.
His thoughts were interrupted as the eggs began to hatch and there was a flurry of murmurs and excitement. At least he had something new to focus on instead of just standing there doing nothing. Vensy remembered from all the lessons he'd been told that hatchings could take hours, that there were frequently lulls, but it seemed that there weren't very many at all in this one. Sure, some of the hatchlings took their time, like the gold who wanted to just stay in bed and play, but as soon as she finally was sent off to a pretty girl (who received a lot of cheering, he noted) even more dragons had appeared.
The greens crowding the wall were fascinating, and he couldn't help but quietly wish them luck just to see what would happen. And when they did manage to get over and find people in the audience (something he didn't even know could happen), he couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. He was still thinking about that little bit of chaos and the reaction it had caused in the audience when a couple of blues and then a bronze hatched. That one caught his eye as it started to walk along the wall and take the occasional peek over the top of it.
But it didn't climb into the Stands, instead turning around and walking towards his group. Vensy got ready to step out of the way, thinking to himself it was a shame. It would have been funny to see the bronze go over too. No it wouldn't, the rough and rumbly voice scoffed as the bronze kept walking, pausing only long enough to give him a nudge with his nose hard enough that he had to take a step back. Let's go I'vens, I'm hungry. I'vens rubbed his stomach awkwardly as he stared after the hatchling as it moved past him. Are you coming, I'vens? "Yeah... yeah just give me a moment Sherekhath."
With a run of his fingers through his hair, I'vens turned to follow after the dragon. His dragon. Unpleasant memories threatened to climb up to the surface but he shoved them down and away, instead trying to focus on other things, living people. What would his mother say when she found out he had a bronze? She would say it is wonderful because I am wonderful. I'm not just a bronze after all, and you are not just a boy. You are mine, and I am yours. The bronze turned to give him a more gentle and affectionate nuzzle and he couldn't help but smile as he knelt down to wrap his arms around it in a hug. "Well let's get you fed then. And then you'll have to hold still because you're making me feel itchy and I'm pretty sure that means I need to oil you."
