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28.Dec.12, 09:32 PM
Waiting for the remaining eggs to hatch was painful. Talian shifted from one foot to the other, looking sullenly at the sand and wishing the eggs would hurry up so he could at least know his fate. He felt as if most of the danger has passed, but just standing there waiting was a special kind of torture all it's own. The healer's heart would skip a beat every time the eggs quivered, watching nervously as the little webs of cracks spread over their surfaces. He swallowed hard.
Come on, little guys. Just get it over with...
Some length of time passed, with Talian lapsing in and out of his gloom and doom. He occasionally glanced nervously towards Valerian or B'jin, but he never let his gaze linger for long, fearing that even in the dark they would see just how anxious he was. He didn't want them to worry about him. They'd worried about him enough!
Fellis chittered, eyes flashing as the eggs began to move again. Talian wasn't sure why the little creature was suddenly so excited, but it both unnerved and distracted him. He wasn't looking when the two little dragons bumped noses, or when egg ten shattered and it's occupant calmly spilled onto the sand.
"Come on, don't worry.." Talian said, removing Fellis from his shoulder and hugging him gently. The blue calmed, much to Talian's relief, and the healer spent several moments coddling the little creature, totally unaware of what approached.
A presence slammed unexpectedly into Talian's mind. He grunted and reeled, toppling onto his backside in the hot sand without anything resembling grace or dignity. It wasn't a physical force, but rather a mental force that literally startled the young man off his feet. He produced an equally undignified squeak as he hit the hot sand. Fellis squeaked as well, wings flaring as he took off.
Talian sat there for a long moment. His head! It hurt so bad! That was pain, right? A headache?
The headache didn't seem to think so. The waiting dragonet sat, eyes focused curiously and intently on Talian as he scrambled to make sense of what was going on. A shocking sensation of warmth crept through the healer as he lifted his eyes, staring into the very face he'd dreaded meeting. "Oh! Oh, no, you can't..." Talian stammered, trying to scoot back in the sand and escape the dragonet.
One thing he didn't realize, however, was that he was crawling forward...not backwards.
Talian threw his arms around the dragonet's neck. It was a solid little creature, able to bear Talian's weight leaning upon him with a little bit of effort, and he didn't seem to mind. Talian clung tightly to the dragonet's sturdy form, only half-aware of his own hot tears as he felt the fabled warmth of Impression washing over him. Never in his life had he felt so loved! It was a completely different kind of love, too, something so raw that it confused and even frightened him a little bit, but the dragonet would have none of it.
The creature butted it's nose against Talian's neck and pushed it's forked tongue forward, lapping at the young man's skin. I love you the dragonet said, it's words slipping so quietly and naturally into the back of the healer's mind that for a moment he wondered if they were his own.
Talian gasped lightly. "Shards!" he gasped, squeezing the dragonet again. He didn't need to ask the dragonet his name or anything else; he already knew it, somehow. The dragonet still told him he loved him, though, knowing well that while Talian was smart enough to understand subtle missives, some things helped more if they were said outright.
Talian sat up, suddenly aware of the painfully hot sand beneath him. He grunted and awkwardly stood, just as unsure on his feet as his new companion was. Fellis reappeared, hearts racing in shock and joy at what had just occurred. The fire lizard latched onto Talian's back and clung to his robe, wanting desperately to be close but not wanting to interfere. Daddy still loved him, right?
The healer was in a daze. He wobbled uncertainly towards the sidelines, dragonet walking close at his side. The patient creature was hungry, of course, but he was too polite to demand food. Talian could feel the burning hunger in the pit of his own stomach, and that alone seemed to be the only thing making his legs work. His dragon was hungry! Poor thing, it was like they were both dying!
"B-B'jin? I don't know what to do..." Talian gasped though his tears as he made it to the sidelines. Fortunately, food was readily available. Someone shoved a bowl of meat chunks into Talian's hands, and it was only through sheer luck that he was able to actually grip it. The dragonet produced a soft sound and attempted to crane his neck upwards and access the food, tongue flickering out to snatch whatever morsels he could reach.
"Oh! I'm...I'm sorry!" Talian gasped. He flopped to the ground, holding the bowl nervously in his lap while the dragon happily pushed his nose forward and started eating. Talian watched and felt, reality slowly creeping up on him. He'd Impressed? Really? And a brown dragonet at that? That was good, right?
Fellis disappeared, retreating to Valerian in order to give his bonded some space. The blue settled unannounced in the young bluerider's lap, crooning softly. Daddy was so happy! Happy, but Fellis didn't want to get in his new big brother's way. Besides, Daddy was confused, too. He was confused, and Fellis didn't know how to fix it. Maybe his new big brother could fix it? Maybe? Please? The blue creeled and pressed himself up underneath Valerian's fingers, seeking comfort.
Back on the sands, Talian stared wide-eyed at the dragonet as it ate. Please do not be afraid of me the dragonet said, bumping his nose gently into Talian's midsection as the boy continued to stare. I love you. The repeated assertion brought a lump into Talian's throat.
He reached out with one shaking hand and drew it down the side of the dragonet's neck as another bowl of food appeared in his lap, dropped off by one of the weyrfolk. Talian was only scarcely aware of where he was, sitting crosslegged on the ground and pretty much squarely in everyone's way. The dragonet curled up beside him, obviously not about to move for anyone but Talian. Anyone who tried was promptly ignored, or even send away with a dismissive wing-flick. The young man's body trembled as he reached out to run his fingers down the dragonet's neck.
"Oh, my.." Talian gasped. He reached for a handful of food and offered it nervously to his new friend, watching with soft eyes as the dragonet happily lapped it from his hand. "I love you, too..."
As the burning hunger came under control and reality sank in, Talian found himself looking for B'jin. What was he supposed to do now?! What could he do now?
Come on, little guys. Just get it over with...
Some length of time passed, with Talian lapsing in and out of his gloom and doom. He occasionally glanced nervously towards Valerian or B'jin, but he never let his gaze linger for long, fearing that even in the dark they would see just how anxious he was. He didn't want them to worry about him. They'd worried about him enough!
Fellis chittered, eyes flashing as the eggs began to move again. Talian wasn't sure why the little creature was suddenly so excited, but it both unnerved and distracted him. He wasn't looking when the two little dragons bumped noses, or when egg ten shattered and it's occupant calmly spilled onto the sand.
"Come on, don't worry.." Talian said, removing Fellis from his shoulder and hugging him gently. The blue calmed, much to Talian's relief, and the healer spent several moments coddling the little creature, totally unaware of what approached.
A presence slammed unexpectedly into Talian's mind. He grunted and reeled, toppling onto his backside in the hot sand without anything resembling grace or dignity. It wasn't a physical force, but rather a mental force that literally startled the young man off his feet. He produced an equally undignified squeak as he hit the hot sand. Fellis squeaked as well, wings flaring as he took off.
Talian sat there for a long moment. His head! It hurt so bad! That was pain, right? A headache?
The headache didn't seem to think so. The waiting dragonet sat, eyes focused curiously and intently on Talian as he scrambled to make sense of what was going on. A shocking sensation of warmth crept through the healer as he lifted his eyes, staring into the very face he'd dreaded meeting. "Oh! Oh, no, you can't..." Talian stammered, trying to scoot back in the sand and escape the dragonet.
One thing he didn't realize, however, was that he was crawling forward...not backwards.
Talian threw his arms around the dragonet's neck. It was a solid little creature, able to bear Talian's weight leaning upon him with a little bit of effort, and he didn't seem to mind. Talian clung tightly to the dragonet's sturdy form, only half-aware of his own hot tears as he felt the fabled warmth of Impression washing over him. Never in his life had he felt so loved! It was a completely different kind of love, too, something so raw that it confused and even frightened him a little bit, but the dragonet would have none of it.
The creature butted it's nose against Talian's neck and pushed it's forked tongue forward, lapping at the young man's skin. I love you the dragonet said, it's words slipping so quietly and naturally into the back of the healer's mind that for a moment he wondered if they were his own.
Talian gasped lightly. "Shards!" he gasped, squeezing the dragonet again. He didn't need to ask the dragonet his name or anything else; he already knew it, somehow. The dragonet still told him he loved him, though, knowing well that while Talian was smart enough to understand subtle missives, some things helped more if they were said outright.
Talian sat up, suddenly aware of the painfully hot sand beneath him. He grunted and awkwardly stood, just as unsure on his feet as his new companion was. Fellis reappeared, hearts racing in shock and joy at what had just occurred. The fire lizard latched onto Talian's back and clung to his robe, wanting desperately to be close but not wanting to interfere. Daddy still loved him, right?
The healer was in a daze. He wobbled uncertainly towards the sidelines, dragonet walking close at his side. The patient creature was hungry, of course, but he was too polite to demand food. Talian could feel the burning hunger in the pit of his own stomach, and that alone seemed to be the only thing making his legs work. His dragon was hungry! Poor thing, it was like they were both dying!
"B-B'jin? I don't know what to do..." Talian gasped though his tears as he made it to the sidelines. Fortunately, food was readily available. Someone shoved a bowl of meat chunks into Talian's hands, and it was only through sheer luck that he was able to actually grip it. The dragonet produced a soft sound and attempted to crane his neck upwards and access the food, tongue flickering out to snatch whatever morsels he could reach.
"Oh! I'm...I'm sorry!" Talian gasped. He flopped to the ground, holding the bowl nervously in his lap while the dragon happily pushed his nose forward and started eating. Talian watched and felt, reality slowly creeping up on him. He'd Impressed? Really? And a brown dragonet at that? That was good, right?
Fellis disappeared, retreating to Valerian in order to give his bonded some space. The blue settled unannounced in the young bluerider's lap, crooning softly. Daddy was so happy! Happy, but Fellis didn't want to get in his new big brother's way. Besides, Daddy was confused, too. He was confused, and Fellis didn't know how to fix it. Maybe his new big brother could fix it? Maybe? Please? The blue creeled and pressed himself up underneath Valerian's fingers, seeking comfort.
Back on the sands, Talian stared wide-eyed at the dragonet as it ate. Please do not be afraid of me the dragonet said, bumping his nose gently into Talian's midsection as the boy continued to stare. I love you. The repeated assertion brought a lump into Talian's throat.
He reached out with one shaking hand and drew it down the side of the dragonet's neck as another bowl of food appeared in his lap, dropped off by one of the weyrfolk. Talian was only scarcely aware of where he was, sitting crosslegged on the ground and pretty much squarely in everyone's way. The dragonet curled up beside him, obviously not about to move for anyone but Talian. Anyone who tried was promptly ignored, or even send away with a dismissive wing-flick. The young man's body trembled as he reached out to run his fingers down the dragonet's neck.
"Oh, my.." Talian gasped. He reached for a handful of food and offered it nervously to his new friend, watching with soft eyes as the dragonet happily lapped it from his hand. "I love you, too..."
As the burning hunger came under control and reality sank in, Talian found himself looking for B'jin. What was he supposed to do now?! What could he do now?
