01.May.20, 07:03 PM
She was relieved when she saw N’mor making sure their son still slept. A surge of possessiveness washed over her as she saw Z’rin leave with the boy, but she quashed it with a feeling of shame; Vondlyn shouldn’t have even been there, and it wasn’t like N’mor could take the boy back to the creche anyway, not in the middle of the hatching. Instead Helyna asked Iliyith to relay her gratitude to Rheazalth and Varralath for their riders’ decision, and to Niath asking Tala to follow and check up on him. If the boy was fussy, the greenrider knew some of his favorite songs.
Flashing him a grateful look as he joined her on the sands, Helyna caught his hand before it could leave her shoulder, squeezing it. “Thank you,” she whispered, then let him take his hand back. Turning back to the eggs she wished they would all just hurry up and hatch; get the damn thing over with. Surely the waiting was worse than anything.
Three more eggs cracked after a stretch of silence, revealing a trio of green sisters. The three greens were as different as they could possibly be; one was loud, crying anxiously for food and her mate, another was fearful and timid, trying to hide behind her shell or under her tail, and the third was calm and quiet, calling out to her mate and waiting for him to come to her.
Two browns emerged quickly after, eager to be free of their shells. They were cranky, and snapped at each other’s tails or muzzles, but didn’t make contact with each other, unlike the bronzes. Grumbling, they searched and found their mates easily before being led off the sands, their tails lashing angrily behind them till they got some food in their bellies.
Flashing him a grateful look as he joined her on the sands, Helyna caught his hand before it could leave her shoulder, squeezing it. “Thank you,” she whispered, then let him take his hand back. Turning back to the eggs she wished they would all just hurry up and hatch; get the damn thing over with. Surely the waiting was worse than anything.
Three more eggs cracked after a stretch of silence, revealing a trio of green sisters. The three greens were as different as they could possibly be; one was loud, crying anxiously for food and her mate, another was fearful and timid, trying to hide behind her shell or under her tail, and the third was calm and quiet, calling out to her mate and waiting for him to come to her.
Two browns emerged quickly after, eager to be free of their shells. They were cranky, and snapped at each other’s tails or muzzles, but didn’t make contact with each other, unlike the bronzes. Grumbling, they searched and found their mates easily before being led off the sands, their tails lashing angrily behind them till they got some food in their bellies.