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With the help of Candidatemaster T'rav and Bluerider Syra, Teagen and the nameless white were moved from the middle of the sands to make way for the rest of the still hatching clutch. Teagen couldn't bring herself to let go of the small hatchling, forcing the two adults to carry her and the dragonet away until they reached a far side of the sands, away from the hatching, and even away from the Weyrlings that were feeding their dragonets. Teagen was taken somewhere that would be mostly just for her and the dead white hatchling. While she wasn't completely removed from the hatching, she might as well have been after the tragedy that had befallen her.
Once settled back on the sands away from the bustle and the new Weyrlings Teagen sat with the dead hatchling in her lap, staring down at them. She had managed to quiet her cries while being carried over, but now, settled and staring down at what she had lost so fast, she cried again, her dark eyes welling with tears and falling down her face and even onto the hatchling in her lap. For everything she had gone through in a short amount of time, despite only knowing the dragonet for mere moments, not even long enough for a bond to truly solidify between them, just a portion of what they could have had together, it was still the strongest grief she had felt in her life. She didn't even think for now of the future, of what this made her. Candidate? Weyrling? Dragonless? She didn't know, and right now, with this little one who's life was far too short, she didn't care to think of any of that. All she could do was look down at him and cry, gently petting the head and snout like a lap pup, as if it would soothe the dragonet's soul that had already passed on.
"I just wanted to help," she choked out between tears, as if talking to the hatchling or anyone who had stayed with her at this point. "If I had acted faster..." she couldn't help but believe, refusing the idea that they had been doomed because they couldn't hatch their egg themself. Later, she would be able to talk about the thick shell, and just how small the white was. Later she might argue, advocate, something so that hatchlings didn't had to die in their eggs or die only minutes after hatching. She had no plans yet though, no thoughts of changing things, just grief, and a wish that somehow it would change, that somehow the hatchling would breathe and speak to her again...
"I didn't even get to hear their name. I'll never get to know their name," she sobbed again, pulling the dead hatchling up and hugging it to her to cry some more. She wished they would come back to her so badly, and in the coming days she would hope for it again and again, but it would never happen.
"They couldn't even between, they were just so weak."
The hatching went on though, things transpired on the sands, surprises and shock, but she was blind to all of it, and wouldn't get to see it all play out to the end, as she realized what needed to be done. She couldn't sit here with the hatchling forever. As she placed her forehead against the hatchling's, she felt the coldness in the hide, felt no breath from the snout, and felt nothing of the weak life that had been there several minutes before. She wanted to keep them forever, wanted them to come back... she knew that would never happen.
"They need to go between so they can rest fully... I... I want to help take them where they need to go," she managed, calmer, but her voice still obviously wavering with tears and emotions, like any word could send her into a fit of sobs again. "Can I ride with and hold them? Until it's time to let go?"