Chosen
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Mirren
Date Posted: 8th February 2016
Characters: Doria
Description: Hatching and impression.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 4, day 17 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Ranar, A'lev, Rondera (not by name)
Doria shifted from foot to foot in the sands. Every hatching she wished she had thicker soles. The moment the eggs started to crack, the discomfort was forgotten, at least for a few minutes. What was a bit of pain when you had dragons hatching all around you and people cheering on the candidates and new weyrlings. Even if she was talkative, she probably wouldn't be able to describe the sensation.
She felt a shiver run through her, buoyed by the excited murmuring of the crowd as the first egg spilt. And the second. That moment of anticipation before the dragonet's colour was revealed was like nothing she ever felt. Perhaps it was like new parents seeing their baby's sex for the first time.
She glanced up at their great golden mother and wondered if she felt the same. Did she know their sexes before they hatched? Did she speak to them in the egg?
She looked back down just as a bronze chose Ranar. She shouldn't be surprised, he'd make a perfect bronzerider. The look on his face made her sigh. No one ever looked so happy as the newly impressed. It was like their happiest dream had come to life, right there on the sands and it was even more than they hoped for.
Dragons were hatching left and right now, blues, browns…
She wasn't surprised to see Favelance be chosen by a green. Thankfully he seemed happy about the fact. She'd seen boys torn between sheer joy and utter terror, wrestling to accept themselves when truths were laid bare, right there for the crowd to see.
She didn't know the girl who was chosen by another green, but she realised that all of the weyrlings were older than she was. Maybe that was important; she might be too young to impress. People younger than her had been chosen before, but it wasn't desirable to have younger graduates entering the wings. Still, she was allowed to be there, as were other younglings.
Doria swallowed as dragon after dragon chose their riders. They were almost all gone, so quickly she hardly had time to take it all in. Sometimes she wished she could slow it down and remember each moment, savour the experience, but it was always a blur later, laced with sadness at having not been chosen.
She watched a green searching for someone and frowned. Hopefully the little dragonet wouldn't hurt herself in her search. She chewed her lip with concern.
The dragonet was staggering around a little, struggling through the sand. It must be hot on her tender, shining hide. Her wings dragged, even as she tried to pull them up out of the way. She almost tripped over a wingtip, but saved herself at the last minute. She paused, catching her breath.
}:This is difficult. Where _are_ you?:{
Doria glanced around, wondering who was speaking. None of the candidates near her were looking in her direction. They were looking at the little green, with hope on their faces. Their expressions faded when the dragonet started toward Doria and looked up at her.
}:There you are! I'm Naceth, I'm hungry. Let's go and meet some new people!:{
Doria's eyes instantly filled with tears, a mixture of joy and awe.
**You chose me?**
}:Of course. You are the one. Please - I'm hungry!:{
"I'm sorry." Doria led her new lifemate off the sands and into the group of new weyrlings, smiling from ear to ear because she belonged there.
Last updated on the February 9th 2016