- Tag ~ Varric, Sunaia, Lyndah
Oh, and now why had she backed down at the last second? Why couldn't she tell him what she was truly thinking? Even though she'd copped out, she felt nothing but warmth from Varric, support and understanding for her when he didn't even know what she was going to say. How could she tell him that she had to leave, and never come back? Oh Varric, sweet, sweet Varric... He didn't make it any easier either as he continued on to say that she would look magnificent on any dragon and the harper felt that familiar blush creeping up to her cheeks. She had to tell him, he deserved to know, she had to stop this from going any further. Yet those large fingers that slipped into her hand, the way she yearned to fully clasp his hand, or goddess just pull him closer and never let him go...
Sweet Jynieth, what was wrong with her? Nothing felt right, it felt so confusing and almost as if, everything was happening to someone else. Love and hope rose higher one moment, and then in the next breath the doubts whispered in her ears. Anxiety gripped at her heart and held it tight as another hatchling broke free, but it all just seemed like a blur of red as the wash of admiration rolled over her at the sight of the garnet. All of it seemed to happen at once, from everything direction and it had been wave after wave with new newly cracked shell. The gifted girl had gotten carried up in that tide, no matter how much she tried to fight against it, thought she was in control of herself. No, unfortunately, she'd just been channeling it into her own personal problems instead of working to ground herself and block it all out. She'd thought Varrics' steadfast presence would be enough, yet it only seemed to make her head and heart swim all the more.
Ah, but I do believe I remember you. I can see now you too have some big shoes to fill, though perhaps not the ones others expect of you. Alas, I do not feel you are the one for me. I feel there is another waiting that is better for you. I do apologize if I got your hopes up, dear girl. There are others of my siblings to come as well though.
Daela had a moment of shock when she heard the voice in her mind, for she'd barely even noticed the garnet approaching so lost in the tide of the cavern around her. It took a moment for her mind to focus on what the dragonet was saying, though instantly she was drawn to the hatchlings' beauty and grace. Big shoes to fill? Not the ones they expected? ... The lavender egg, she remembered now and the barest hint of a genuine smile flickered over her lips. I feel there is another waiting that is better for you.
The words were all that she heard even as the garnet moved to inspect Sunaia, Daela's heart still seemed to soar inside her chest. The riders saying was that the dragons were always right, wasn't it? Did that mean... this hatchling... she knew
there was a dragon waiting for her?
As the garnet moved on, her gaze trailed away as well and back toward the remaining clutch of eggs. Was her dragon in this clutch? Was the garnet sensing one of her own siblings? But then... why had the brown and blue bickered if the hatchlings already knew who had chosen who... Her heart sank back down to realistic level once more, but she couldn't shake the words from her mind. If her dragon wasn't in this clutch, then... she couldn't leave, couldn't risk a hatchlings life because she wasn't here for them. But how could she stay in Atricis for however long it would take? .... She had to tell her mother the truth. Oh Jynieth, she did... If she was ever to stay...
A sharp pain struck her leg and it took her by such surprise that Daela couldn't help the way she cried out and stumbled, just as Nali seemed to hit the sands with blood seeping from the bite. Her hand clenched in Varrics' to keep her steady, but the moment didn't last long as the raking of pain sliced across her backside, yet this time she was able to just grin and bear through it. Instinct told her it wasn't her own wounds though and once she recognized that, she was able to dull the ache though her gaze did dart over to where she sensed the pain coming from.
A moment too late it seemed though as the red dragonet appeared once more beside them, looking up them pleading and yet berating them for not helping her. Before she could respond, to even ask the hatchling how she could help, the scared little thing reacted and a forepaw swiped at Varric as she bolted away toward Sunaia and Daela was caught stunned for a moment. What had just...
She cried out as the first spots of red appeared on the man's robe and quickly began to spread and she felt the pain in her own abdomen growing. No no no no no no... When he looked down at himself, she couldn't almost see the confused look in his eyes and then the large man sank down to his knees and Daela was swiftly dropping down beside him. Very little regard was given to the hatchling who'd dealt the blow, even as the garnet tried to bury her head in Sunaia's robes, or her brilliant red hide began to dull, all that mattered was Varric. "No no no no no no..."
She whispered under her breath, shaking her head as she knelt beside the other candidate. This was definitely not
how it was supposed to happen!
"You're going to be okay."
The young woman said a little louder, trying to pull all the pieces of herself back together again, Varric needed her to be focused, to be strong and she couldn't do that while she felt everyone else's anxieties. Even as his features started to contort into the grimace of pain, Daela still managed to keep a tender smile on her lips for him, a soft expression in her eyes, their roles reversed for a short time as the dancer was the strong one now. "I know it does Vare... It'll be better soon, I promise."
She did her best to reassure, even though she could barely block out the pain the rose within her own gut, feeling as if the stick of blood coated her own stomach instead of his.
"Keep pressure on it."
Daela said softly, leaning in a little closer and placing her hand over his own, not even minding that his blood was now wet upon her fingers and applied just a little more weight. She could feel the gut reaction and nearly hissed in pain herself, but instead she just tried to keep his gaze focused on her until help could arrive. Already, she heard Sunaia's voice rising above the din shouting for a Healer and felt the sands shifting as the other candidate hustled up beside them. "You better hope it's just a scratch... because I'm not done with you yet."
Daela said, giving Varric a rather stern sort of look, even though just underneath was the glimmer of something very real that had awakened in her.
Soon enough, the sounds of another joined them, yet Daela barely glanced away from the young man when the Healer arrived. The healer ordered them not to move around, though the young woman had yet to leave Varric's side and didn't plan to even if the healer ordered her too. "I'm fine, don't worry about me, worry about him. She got him pretty good in the stomach, feels deep."
Daela told the healer woman who'd inserted herself, and in her worry hadn't even noticed that she'd slipped ever so slightly to reveal a piece of her gift, the echoed pains that reached under her skin. As the pewterrider moved in for a closer look, reluctantly she pulled away her hand from atop his so the healer could examine the wound, but bloodied fingers curled around his own, refusing to let go.
With his hand cradled in hers, Daela sat back just enough to give the healer the space she needed, yet she wasn't going to leave Varric's side any time soon. There was a tightness around her heart, it was hard to breathe when she looked upon him, though she knew he was in good hands as the healers on the Sands were prepared for these sorts of things. "You're going to be okay."
She repeated softly, the lingering smile still on her lips as she refused to fall to weakness when he needed her the most. Right now, she didn't care if anyone noticed the way she clung to him, or if Sunaia or the healer could read the devotion upon her features for a fellow candidate.