22.Sep.22, 09:08 AM
Xendrin didn't know where to look. It seemed like fights were breaking out all over the place and K'dar liked to try drilling into his head to keep his eye on the target or threat or whatever--he sometimes tuned the guy out, as well-meaning as he was. But what did you do when several hatchlings were fighting and it was spreading out and at least one human was now on the ground? His first instinct was to get to the kid being mauled but he saw the healers rushing in and the blue hatchling that was clearly his bonded had taken up defence so maybe he'd stay away. In fact, he took a few steps back, deciding he was still a bit too close to the action.
As disappointing as it was, Xendrin didn't feel anything different in his head or heart and no missing pieces suddenly clicked into place so it was safe to assume he didn't Impress any of the others still out there. It felt wisest to get out of the way so angry and upset babies could easily make it to their new mates. After several tense minutes, everyone seemed to find each other and were moving off together, some with more assistance than others. The dragonhealers were putting their training to use that day and that was depressing. Xendrin took his eyes off the eggs to watch the healers in action. It was good to have them back and hopefully they really could patch up all the hatchlings and keep them alive.
He knew injuries were common at all Hatchings in every Weyr but Xendrin still couldn't help wondering if Ista's Sands were cursed since Thallyath's maiden clutch. Had that tainted everything to come? He was being silly. Quayleth and Thallyath both had clutched again between then and now and those had gone fairly well. He was just picking up A'tay's superstitions and believing in any old bit of insanity now.
As disappointing as it was, Xendrin didn't feel anything different in his head or heart and no missing pieces suddenly clicked into place so it was safe to assume he didn't Impress any of the others still out there. It felt wisest to get out of the way so angry and upset babies could easily make it to their new mates. After several tense minutes, everyone seemed to find each other and were moving off together, some with more assistance than others. The dragonhealers were putting their training to use that day and that was depressing. Xendrin took his eyes off the eggs to watch the healers in action. It was good to have them back and hopefully they really could patch up all the hatchlings and keep them alive.
He knew injuries were common at all Hatchings in every Weyr but Xendrin still couldn't help wondering if Ista's Sands were cursed since Thallyath's maiden clutch. Had that tainted everything to come? He was being silly. Quayleth and Thallyath both had clutched again between then and now and those had gone fairly well. He was just picking up A'tay's superstitions and believing in any old bit of insanity now.