Tag: Mouse, Pellist
There was no doubt in her mind what was starting to happen, when it happened, and she stood up with her hands in the air, uncaring of how it would look to those that watched around her. To Mouse, who would have been dislodged from his place with her, she laughed and gathered up, hugging him before releasing him to the air. "Go to your boy!" She knew the little hematite would want to be with him in that moment, she just knew it, or at least suspected he would. She would be joining them soon enough, but for now, the pair of them would have a few moments before she bombarded Pellist - she wondered what he would be called now - with happy congratulations.
She sat back down, finally, and tried to force the starch of patience into her spine. She started by performing a little trick a mindhealer had taught her once - counting backwards from a high number until her nerves settled down to the point where she felt more in control of herself. She chose the number one hundred, and by the time she reached thirty-seven, she was able to breathe again, and the world wasn't spinning quite as quickly. Oh, she was still happy, and excited at that, but now it wasn't quite so overwhelming, and she was able to take it at more manageable doses.
To continue the trend, she decided she needed to force her focus on something other than her friend, which inevitably meant trying to push her thoughts away from him and his brown. She'd missed the Impression of the blue, which was a shame because from what glimpse she'd managed to catch of him, he was a rather fetching sight to see. There was still the garnet to look at, and the little green that wasn't far from where she was, and she couldn't help but wonder if that little cluster off candidates had a little beacon tucked away in some fold in their robes somewhere. If another dragonet approached them, then Zosima would be certain they were gathering them like insects to sweets.
"They should have all the candidates surround the three of them, Riona..." Shaking her head, she gave the furry little creature a kiss in apology for getting so jumpy. All the while she tried to count how many eggs had hatched, and how many were left, but it was hard to do so with all the remains of shells scattered on the sands, and the candidates even more haphazardly stood about them. "This almost makes me wish I'd remained standing for dragons." There was almost a wistful sound to her voice as she continued to whisper absently to her pets, even if she knew she'd made the right decision for herself.
Tag: Bast, Isiana
He might not want the extra watch on his back, but it was bound to happen, if not by Finn, than by another. She couldn't very well go up to him and tell him that, not when he was sharing an extra special moment with his dragon. She kept it to herself for now, especially since there was that if gnawing at her thoughts. Instead of focusing on it - or, at least, she tried not to focus on it - she turned back to the eggs even though doing so caused her to count how many were left, and then do so again when two more of them hatched at around the same time. The first to crack shell was a blue, a rather smokey looking fellow with a hide that almost appeared to be alive.
For a moment, it was enough to capture her attention to the point that she missed a good chunk of the conversation that took place between brother and sister once the little green made her way into the world. In fact, she wasn't altogether certain she was seeing the green until it was bounding over to the little group that was composed of herself, Isiana, Bast, and the little garnet. "And then there were five." It made her stomach twist in knots for some reason, having so many dragons surrounding them all of a sudden. There was nothing wrong with being around them, it just felt as though Faranth herself was somehow teasing them by plucking them from between and placing them in the right place at the wrong time.
Which was strange, considering what her mindset had been not long before this moment. She'd been so thrilled by the garnet's presence, but then the green had bounded over, and licked Bast, knocked into Isiana, and there was just this feeling like they were all suddenly being teased. It was hard to focus on the rest of the hatching when there were other dragons right there, but Finn forced herself to do exactly that, counting the eggs as many times as it took until she was certain she had the correct number that remained lodged deep within her skull. Less than five. There were less than five eggs remaining on the sands. Unless Lennoth had cleverly hidden some somewhere, this hatching would almost certainly be over before too long.