While they waited, Raevin listened to Zaynallen’s little bet and he laughed, the amusement helping to ease his tension for a moment.
“I hope you’re right then,” he chuckled. “If I Impress I’ll gladly have a drink or two to celebrate when the time comes.” He was smiling now, forgetting how those last two eggs were the last chance for this hatching, forgetting how his hope for them was dropping. There were still so many candidates, after all, and only two eggs, but luckily, he wasn’t thinking about the odds.
It was the feel of a mind, just barely brushing over his that made Raevin’s head spin back toward the eggs. No, none had hatched, but clearly one was about to, and already it was feeling out toward the candidates, at least a little. He wondered about the mental strength of the little thing, curious about it, until that audible “pop” sounded through the cavern and the shell fell away quite neatly in two places. Despite the hatchling’s hilarious position, Raevin couldn’t help his gasp and how he straightened with hope once more. He hadn’t expected one, but he had hoped, and now he hoped so much.
The bronze came over to the candidates, and again, Raevin found himself laughing, though trying to hide it, with his hand over his mouth and his shoulders shaking with little peeps of high chuckles coming through. He was trying not to laugh at his fellows’ expenses, but then again, this dragonet clearly had no concept of personal space or boundaries as he nosed and poked and sniffed the various candidates happily. He barely stopped his laughter even when the bronze took his turn to poke him with his snout. Though soon after he did wonder if he needed to go aid the poor blonde candidate who was having their hair chewed. He stopped before he could decide though, and continued his way, though suddenly, it seemed he was satisfied with his inspection of every single candidate.
And then, everything flipped.
Raevin’s laughter stopped all at once, so suddenly you’d have thought someone had given him a blow to the head and knocked him out. Perhaps a type of blow was dealt to him in that moment though as the red nosed bronze came over and sat before him. His breath stopped, his heart pounded. He wasn’t aware of the intensity of his stare, or the stiffness of his shoulders or how he clenched his fists. It all happened involuntarily as he hoped for a long moment.
*Alright, I am done for now. I do believe my stomach will kill me if I don't put food in it. Shall we go R'vin?*
Hearing his name, his new
name, hit him all at once. Impression had clearly been made as Raevin… As R’vin’s
knees buckled and he fell to the sands, staring at the thing he had wanted most right before him now, wanting him. Then he heard it.
”That's my boy!”
He recognized the voice, and he felt how much his father was probably proud of him, but in that moment of the loud cheer for his son,
R’vin felt so much more than he ever had, that his father supported him, believed in him, and saw him for who he truly was. Just like this bronze before him did.
R’vin cried, he couldn’t help it, it wasn’t becoming of a young man Impressing a bronze of all colors. He knew he should hold his head high, his chest out, and walk with confidence and pride to feed his newly bonded dragon. But for him, this was so much more. Sure, Impressing was something one couldn’t hope to understand unless they experienced it, but for R’vin it was about more than just Impressing. He truly was who and what he believed, and the bronze before him proved that so that no one could refute it ever again. R’vin was the man he was born to be, and Rudoth saw that, and never would question it.
*Hey there! There's no need to cry. Come on, cheer up, there's food waiting, and food makes things better right?*
R’vin nodded, wiping his eyes to clear his vision to see that beautiful red nose in front of him. Rudoth poked him with his snout before trying to pull him up with his robe by his teeth. R’vin gave a watery laugh as he stood up.
“Ok, we’ll get food.” Then he looked to Zaynallen, gave him a smile and a nod. “Good luck,” he told her, before going off with his dragon. However, before fully exiting, R’vin stopped, looked toward the stands with a strong stance, and called to them all.
”His name is Rudoth!”
Of course, there was one egg left, quite the similar size to the one that had just hatched the bronze, leading to renewed curiosity. Another bronze perhaps? No way, they were so rare for a clutch like this, one was a surprise as it was. Perhaps a large brown? Or probably another set of opal-pyrite twins. So much speculation was being tossed about over this final egg, and so much was riding on it for the last of those on the sands. However, this egg had also moved very little for the last half of the hatching, and people sat and wondered… was it a dead egg?
Several minutes lapsed, it likely feeling like an eternity for the candidates. People shifted uncomfortably, both in the sands and stands. But then…
All at once, with little warning, cracks formed, and then, a head burst out, as if breaking the surface of water as the hatchling made an audible gasp of their first breath of air. It was almost as if she hadn’t been able to break her shell before that moment, and had been holding her breath. Yes, her, everyone in the stands and least was surprised by the brilliant red hide coloring this babe’s head and neck. One bronze, sure, but a bronze, and
With a shake of her wings, she burst half of her shell away, sending a spray of shells around her in a magnificent arch. She was able to escape her shell, crumbling the rest of it beneath her feet as she worked to get them beneath her. A few shards stuck to her legs and body once she was standing, but she didn’t seem to notice them as she looked around herself.
Am I the last? Wow! I didn't think I was so slow! I'll have to fix that in the future, I can't always be the last of my siblings.
She stretched her wings one at a time as she said this before returning them to the more neutral position newborn hatchlings often found for their wings.
Oooh, you all look lovely over there, in that puddle of white.
She observed of the remaining candidates, taking her first true shaky steps toward them, immediately captivated by the group before her. So different, but so lovely. Oh look at all of you, if only I could take you all.
She rubbed up against one of the girls in that moment, like a feline against its favorite person’s legs, but she didn’t stop at that candidate, continuing forward. However, there is only one for me. I feel her, oh so perfect and waiting. Oh my love, I am here for you now.
She waddled up to the candidate in question, her eyes whirling with happiness and love between the red of hatchling hunger. She gave a funny sounding hatchling’s attempt at a croon as she met face to face the one that needed her most.
My lovely Zayna, you've waited long enough for me. Nainenth is here for you now, forever and always. All I ask of you is something to fill my belly.
The Masked Bird Weyrling
-:- Impressed To -:-
-:- Personality -:-
Dedicated, Amorous, Vigilant, Vivacious, Self-assured
-:- Color Codes -:-
#D03725, #E5797D, #370002
-:- Final Size -:-