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30.Jul.22, 02:16 AM
Before he could decide if he should run down to congratulate and check in with Mylorah or not, a green hatched and started trying to climb the wall between her and the Stands. Tazikel held his breath, and he could tell most of the people around him were doing the same as she tried to scramble over. There was a low murmur of whispers too, and it intensified as a second green hatched and came over to the Stands barrier.
Tazikel had been to a number of Hatchings since he’d met Mylorah—was it really three Turns ago? And dragons Impressing people in the Stands was relatively rare. He’d seen a handful—Cazan, who was the rider of the gold whose clutch was hatching, had Impressed from the Stands herself, even. Tazikel had been there for that, Kor’is had Impressed the same day. And Healers seemed to keep Impressing, though they tended to mostly be on the Sands already and didn’t have dragons clambering over walls to reach them. Today there were two. No, wait, only one, the second green wandered back onto the Sands, but the first one was still trying to get over the wall.
Someone should help her, Tazikel thought, listening to the sad little chirps she made. If she was that determined to get into the Stands, preventing her would only make things worse, right? She might not find her person?
Another, third green seemed to agree with Tazikel, and while he watched the first green’s continued attempts she took one look at her distressed sister and boosted her over the wall.
Yes! Tazikel cheered internally, egging the little green on as she got to her feet after her sister’s assist. He grinned at the helpful sister, and watched in shock as she, too, decided she needed over the wall. Except she didn’t need a boost, and made it to the top of the barrier all on her own power. Tazikel was truly impressed as she stood proudly on the wall for a few seconds—but the moment was quickly over and she was falling, though only the shorter distance to the ground on the Stands side, which was where she wanted to be. Still, she’d banged her wings around a little in the tumble and had the wind knocked out of her when she’d landed, and Tazikel couldn’t believe no one was checking she was okay, and before he’d realized he was doing anything he found himself vaulting over the seats between them to crouch down next to her.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, running his hands over her flailing legs as if he’d be able to tell if anything was truly wrong. She didn’t hurt enough for anything to be that injured, he didn’t think.
I hurt plenty, Seravath said. Tazikel could hear the slight pout in her voice and laughed, even as she whacked his leg with her tail.
Someone started trying to get him to take her out of the Stands and towards where the food was. Seravath stilled as she realized food was an option and bounced up, giving herself a perfunctory shake before leaping back to the top of the wall.
Food! she said. Let’s go! And she hopped back down to the Sands, only almost falling onto her face. Tazikel followed her a second later, leaping up and over the wall to the Sands himself. He was halfway to where the food buckets for the baby dragons were when he saw Mylorah and her gold, and everything snapped into clarity for him.
“Oh. Oh, fuck,” Tazikel whispered, stopping dead in his tracks. Seravath trotted back a few paces to butt her head agains his thigh.
Z’kel, Z’kel I’m hungry, she whined, and Tazikel—Z’kel, apparently—mechanically started walking again, eyes locked on the speckly little green prancing in front of him.
Mylo Impressing apparently wasn’t the most life changing thing to happen to him that day.
Tazikel had been to a number of Hatchings since he’d met Mylorah—was it really three Turns ago? And dragons Impressing people in the Stands was relatively rare. He’d seen a handful—Cazan, who was the rider of the gold whose clutch was hatching, had Impressed from the Stands herself, even. Tazikel had been there for that, Kor’is had Impressed the same day. And Healers seemed to keep Impressing, though they tended to mostly be on the Sands already and didn’t have dragons clambering over walls to reach them. Today there were two. No, wait, only one, the second green wandered back onto the Sands, but the first one was still trying to get over the wall.
Someone should help her, Tazikel thought, listening to the sad little chirps she made. If she was that determined to get into the Stands, preventing her would only make things worse, right? She might not find her person?
Another, third green seemed to agree with Tazikel, and while he watched the first green’s continued attempts she took one look at her distressed sister and boosted her over the wall.
Yes! Tazikel cheered internally, egging the little green on as she got to her feet after her sister’s assist. He grinned at the helpful sister, and watched in shock as she, too, decided she needed over the wall. Except she didn’t need a boost, and made it to the top of the barrier all on her own power. Tazikel was truly impressed as she stood proudly on the wall for a few seconds—but the moment was quickly over and she was falling, though only the shorter distance to the ground on the Stands side, which was where she wanted to be. Still, she’d banged her wings around a little in the tumble and had the wind knocked out of her when she’d landed, and Tazikel couldn’t believe no one was checking she was okay, and before he’d realized he was doing anything he found himself vaulting over the seats between them to crouch down next to her.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, running his hands over her flailing legs as if he’d be able to tell if anything was truly wrong. She didn’t hurt enough for anything to be that injured, he didn’t think.
Someone started trying to get him to take her out of the Stands and towards where the food was. Seravath stilled as she realized food was an option and bounced up, giving herself a perfunctory shake before leaping back to the top of the wall.
“Oh. Oh, fuck,” Tazikel whispered, stopping dead in his tracks. Seravath trotted back a few paces to butt her head agains his thigh.
Mylo Impressing apparently wasn’t the most life changing thing to happen to him that day.
