Sterling had forgotten about anyone who looked at her still. At first she could feel the eyes on her, almost hear their thoughts toward her, but now she forgot about them. Another egg was to be handed out it seemed, and she held her breath for her to be called. Again, though, this egg was not for her, according to the clutch mother, going off to one of the male candidates on the sands. She let out her breath, deflating just a little bit, but trying not to make it obvious.
Her first stint as a candidate had been much easier. While she had been disappointed in the past by being passed over, at least she could always tell herself to wait until next time. That is, until she couldn't wait anymore. How many times would she try this time before she couldn't wait anymore? If she failed too many times, was passed over too many times, would she give up on being a handler again entirely? She wasn't sure, just as she wasn't sure how many hatchings she could bring herself to stand at before she couldn't take the disappointment anymore. Now, more than before Serisk, each time an egg wasn't given to her, it felt like more of a rejection. Of course though, she had let Serisk die. How could any wher see her fit for an egg?
It was hard not to fall into such thoughts, despite only three eggs having been handed out. Although, three eggs also meant only five eggs left, and at least one of those had to be a dud, so likely only four or three eggs left... And there were still so many of them waiting. Sterling would wait until the end though, still hoping and wishing and trying to get Fersk to notice her mentally. She bit her lip to keep herself focused and together. No crying, she hadn't failed yet, she still had a chance, even if that chance dwindled severely with each egg handed to another.
Fersk, again, seemed to take her time with her eggs, nuzzling each one of them, checking on each one with glances back at those that were present for her offspring. She seemed to be a reluctant mother, but reasoning and her handler kept her from hoarding her eggs completely, even if she held onto them all for as long as she possibly could, keeping the hatching from being terribly quick. Alas, it was time for her to find a home for her next egg.
An egg of similar size to the last one seemed to have grown impatient now, forcing Fersk to make her decision and see her offspring go to theirs. It was up to her to pick the one for her offspring though, and as she looked through the candidates, she felt unsatisfied with the options before her for this particular egg. She snorted at them, ready to hoard her precious egg longer, but it having other ideas as a clear crack formed that would soon become a hole at a weak point in the lumpy egg. She crooned to her egg for a moment, before looking around again through the cavern. Clearly, a choice from outside of the candidates was about to be made. Over the turns, this was perhaps one of the reasons that spectators to wher hatchings had become and remained small.
You. Healer. Good bond. Good for my baby. Come, take egg. Now, quick.
It was Galana that Fersk spoke to, calling out to the Healer Handler, sensing her existing bond and feeling that this was a good choice. Her and her wher would be good for her young. But Fersk really meant it when she said quick, as she could hardly push the egg away from the rest of her clutch before a foot popped out with pale toes, though the colors of just the foot were hard to determine the color of the hatchling just yet. Galana would have to come the rest of the way for the egg, getting a little closer to the clutch that Fersk might have preferred, but there being no other choice as this egg was cracking quickly.
The little foot dangling out of the shell began to kick when it felt the sand on its toes, eager to find out more about this strange feeling, surely. The egg bounced and scooted slightly at the fierce movements, breaking shell away from around the foot until a tail popped out, then another foot. Only a moment later, a whole half of the egg broke away, plopping the entirety of a wherlet's rump onto the sands with a croaking squeak of surprise. Soon after, the back legs scrambled around in the sand, almost making the rest of the shell spin in place before the wherlet stopped and figured out how to escape. Getting new legs firmly on the ground, she backed out of the shell, revealing the rest of her burnished color.
Out! Got out!
The hatchling puffed up happily, even as she wobbled here and there a bit on her new legs. She looked up at Galana, blinking a few times curiously. You? You mine?
Her wings spread and folded a few times. Other wher? Can share, happy share. Take care of both. Food though, now, need food.
The little electrum soon demanded to be fed, bumping Galana with her head as if trying to push her along but not quite managing due to her size and new hatchling legs.
The All Giving Wherling
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Affectionate, Nuturing, Altruistic, Persistent, Audacious
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