12.Jan.20, 12:10 PM
The earthquake wasn’t something he’d never felt before. He recalled a few when he was younger in Telgar but nothing since coming to Fort Weyr. So it was startling for him but he knew what to expect and it didn’t seem to be too violent of a shake. That didn’t mean others felt the same way and the hatchlings certainly didn’t know what was going on, especially since the quake seemed to have knocked some of the babies out of their shells, leaving them disorientated.
When a few vanished, Quinavlis’ heart broke for them and he hoped there wouldn’t be more deaths. Why couldn’t even Aradissicath’s clutch go without incident now? He was still mourning the little ones when a frantic blue charged right at him. Instinct had him lift his arms to cover his head, but he didn’t move as the shock held him firmly in place.
Then he was on the ground with a heavy dragonet atop him with limbs trying to find purchase. He screamed every time a claw hit him but Quinvalis didn’t try to push the blue off of him, especially since his arms had received some of the attack, proving his face or neck would have been hit.
All he could think as he laid there, trying to squirm away, was how disappointed people would be with him. Why hadn’t he moved? Why didn’t he do more? Maybe that was unfair and they would be more worried than disappointed. He had to believe the egg he Touched the day before, he was loved. His mom, F’drel, R’nya, Rhaedalyn... they would see this happening but maybe they wouldn’t think poorly of him. Maybe they’d only worry and love him.
Or was it loved him?
As the hatchling finally got away, Quinvalis’ arms dropped limp and he wondered if it was normal to no longer feel the pain anywhere. Was that a sign he was dying? His last thoughts before he surrendered to the need to close his eyes and rest were that he was glad his sister wasn’t there to see him and how he actually felt bad for A’tay. He’d have to be the one to tell Madiquel her friend died.
When a few vanished, Quinavlis’ heart broke for them and he hoped there wouldn’t be more deaths. Why couldn’t even Aradissicath’s clutch go without incident now? He was still mourning the little ones when a frantic blue charged right at him. Instinct had him lift his arms to cover his head, but he didn’t move as the shock held him firmly in place.
Then he was on the ground with a heavy dragonet atop him with limbs trying to find purchase. He screamed every time a claw hit him but Quinvalis didn’t try to push the blue off of him, especially since his arms had received some of the attack, proving his face or neck would have been hit.
All he could think as he laid there, trying to squirm away, was how disappointed people would be with him. Why hadn’t he moved? Why didn’t he do more? Maybe that was unfair and they would be more worried than disappointed. He had to believe the egg he Touched the day before, he was loved. His mom, F’drel, R’nya, Rhaedalyn... they would see this happening but maybe they wouldn’t think poorly of him. Maybe they’d only worry and love him.
Or was it loved him?
As the hatchling finally got away, Quinvalis’ arms dropped limp and he wondered if it was normal to no longer feel the pain anywhere. Was that a sign he was dying? His last thoughts before he surrendered to the need to close his eyes and rest were that he was glad his sister wasn’t there to see him and how he actually felt bad for A’tay. He’d have to be the one to tell Madiquel her friend died.