[G] [C] 734.07.29 | Circle of Life [Hatching]

N'kal, came the deep rumble of Torath's voice in the back of N'kal's pounding head. Why oh why had he allowed himself to be talked into celebrating?? What did he have to celebrate anyway? A few too many drinks, and far to much socialization, a few too many dances and songs. His head felt as if a dragon were chewing on it like a lump of firestone. The constant rumbling was no help either. Absently he swung an arm out, as if shooing the noise away, then rolled back over with a grunt to try and go back to sleep.

Torath, completely unimpressed with his rider at the moment rumbled deeply and swung his tail and thumped it against the side of his riders hut and spoke again, much more forcefully. N'kal! I demand you wake right this minute!

That had caused N'kal to jump up with a startled yell, tripped in his blankets, and was sorely glad he lived alone, so that none saw him tumble to the floor with a thud. His knee then matched the pounding in his head. What in the name of Faranth is so blasted important that it can not wait!?, he fussed rather angrily at his dragon. The eggs are hatching., Torath answered matter of factly, not the least bit sorry for the pain his outburst had caused his rider. N'kal sighed and lay on his floor several minutes before dragging himself up off said floor to get dressed, muttering about eggs and wine and headaches all around.

A while later he was on the sands, seated on Torath's leg and leaning back against him as they watched the candidates in their white robes drag themselves onto the sands. A few looked as he felt, but most were either just sleepy, or overly excited. Go figure. N'kal was simply glad to see, that it wasn't very long at all before the eggs started hatching, as it meant he could go back to bed. Torath was eager to meet his children, so he agreed with the former, but not the latter and was scheming already on how to keep his rider awake, since he had been the dimglow who drank himself into a stupor, not the dragon.

Torath watched on as the first of his children burst through his shell, a very handsome brown dragon, which was followed by a green and a bronze! Torath was quite pleased and more than proud of Okalinath and of course himself, for producing such clutches, and another gold too! He was beside himself with happiness, and had no shame in anyone knowing it.

N'kal rolled his eyes and several more greens hatched out and found their bonds. They were all of them precious to Torath, though N'kal wasn't as 'there' as he was last time, he was glad to see many healthy young dragons of multiple colors. At the cracks of thunder and the constant thrumming of rain he gave an eyeroll. He was terribly sick of rain, but knew it would eventually stop, as it did every Turn. Waiting was just a pain.

Looking around the candidates left waiting to Impress, he spotted Bordtai and sat up a bit when the blue landed at his feet and looked up at him. He wanted very badly for the young boy to Impress and felt his own heart sink when the blue walked away from him. Torath watched sadly and without any prodding from N'kal, said directly to Bordtai, Do not lose hope.. He did not often speak to anyone, but he knew that N'kal at that time could not speak words of encouragement to his friend, so he did it for him. N'kal looked up when Torath rumbled and wondered, but didn't ask, he probably didn't want to know. He simply watched the boy, then, even though his aching head would have preferred he didn't, did his best to put forth more of a focused attention on the hatching.