Post by Shoki on Nov 11, 2018 17:54:55 GMT -8
79.03.04
Afternoon
Hedara's Office/Hatching sands
[smear:33ccff]Hedara.[/smear:3366ff] The woman looked up, feeling concern in the bond with her dragon. That seemed wrong. Temperanth had said that she was going to the sands, which meant she was probably going to be clutching. Hedara pushed back the paper she was working with. Maybe she should have gone there already, because now that knowledge was making Hedara nervous.
What’s wrong?
[smear:33ccff]Nothing is wrong.[/smear:3366ff] The answer was swift and confident. [smear:33ccff]However, would you come to the sands?[/smear:3366ff]
I will be there directly. The Ice had said that nothing was wrong, but there was still nervousness dancing in their bond. So Hedara abandoned her work and strode to the sands. As she entered she could see eggs on the sands already. The enclosed area, a hallmark of Ice Stone Weyr, was warm enough, but Temperanth appeared to be checking them all regardless. Hedara went up to the stands to get a better look at them all, and Temperanth seemed to wait for her to do so. What was going on exactly? She got up and looked down at the clutch and took in a sharp breath.
Hedara then swore. A lot.
Temperanth took no offense. She understood what her rider meant by it. The clutch was large, and Hedara was happy as Temepranth was with it. But among the eggs, near the edge was a large Golden shelled egg. Hedara practically stormed out of the stands and out of the sands.
“GUARDS!” She found a wide eyed guard who was trying to come to terms with the fact that the Weyrwoman was yelling. “I want guards around these sands around the clock. No one gets in there without my say so. GO!” Hedara’s voice prompted him to move with speed to get aid and Hedara felt her hands ball into fists. She was shaking slightly.
The last egg with a golden shell that hatched on these sands had been smashed. Deliberately and with malice. Hedara’s eyes burned with fury for those responsible.
She would not permit Temperanth to go through a similar tragedy. Even if she had to grab a sword and guard this place herself.
Afternoon
Hedara's Office/Hatching sands
[smear:33ccff]Hedara.[/smear:3366ff] The woman looked up, feeling concern in the bond with her dragon. That seemed wrong. Temperanth had said that she was going to the sands, which meant she was probably going to be clutching. Hedara pushed back the paper she was working with. Maybe she should have gone there already, because now that knowledge was making Hedara nervous.
What’s wrong?
[smear:33ccff]Nothing is wrong.[/smear:3366ff] The answer was swift and confident. [smear:33ccff]However, would you come to the sands?[/smear:3366ff]
I will be there directly. The Ice had said that nothing was wrong, but there was still nervousness dancing in their bond. So Hedara abandoned her work and strode to the sands. As she entered she could see eggs on the sands already. The enclosed area, a hallmark of Ice Stone Weyr, was warm enough, but Temperanth appeared to be checking them all regardless. Hedara went up to the stands to get a better look at them all, and Temperanth seemed to wait for her to do so. What was going on exactly? She got up and looked down at the clutch and took in a sharp breath.
Hedara then swore. A lot.
Temperanth took no offense. She understood what her rider meant by it. The clutch was large, and Hedara was happy as Temepranth was with it. But among the eggs, near the edge was a large Golden shelled egg. Hedara practically stormed out of the stands and out of the sands.
“GUARDS!” She found a wide eyed guard who was trying to come to terms with the fact that the Weyrwoman was yelling. “I want guards around these sands around the clock. No one gets in there without my say so. GO!” Hedara’s voice prompted him to move with speed to get aid and Hedara felt her hands ball into fists. She was shaking slightly.
The last egg with a golden shell that hatched on these sands had been smashed. Deliberately and with malice. Hedara’s eyes burned with fury for those responsible.
She would not permit Temperanth to go through a similar tragedy. Even if she had to grab a sword and guard this place herself.
