Not Enough
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Sia
Date Posted: 16th November 2024
Characters: Nosarre
Description: Nosarre Impresses
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 22 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: M'kayre, not by name
Nosarre stood rigid at the edge of the hatching grounds, her heart pounding as the chaotic flurry of newly hatched dragons scrambled to find their lifemates. The air was thick with the crackle of anticipation. The gold egg sat, infuriatingly silent, while the spectacle of clumsy chromatics floundered on the sands around her.
Her gaze flickered from one hatchling to another, dismissing them all with a scornful tilt of her chin. She stepped back to let other dragonets pass, careful not to give them even a passing concern. Being out on the Sands allowed for a certain risk, though Impression from the Stands always seemed to sneak up on people when they least expected it. The staunch disinterest seemed to work well enough for her over the turns, anyway. There was no reason to think it would be any different this time.
}: Where did you go? I just sawâ€"oh there you are! :{
Nosarre froze, every muscle tensing at the sound of the voice. She turned, and there, in the midst of the confusion, a small green dragon had struggled to right herself. One wings flapped awkwardly in the air, sending up sprays of sand, while the other laid trapped beneath her. A reflective ache pulsed across Nosarre's shoulder, not yet sharp enough to be a sprain. The dragon gave a muffled sneeze, the noise loud and unrefined.
}: This is embarrassing. Can you help me, Nosarre? I'm Kiziolth and I'm trying to get to you but I just... :{
Nosarre’s stomach dropped. A _green_. Not even a graceful one. Her eyes narrowed, a frown pulling at her lips as she watched the dragon's awkward attempts to gain her balance. She was clumsy, ungainly, and worse _she_ was the one Kiziolth had chosen.
“Of all the dragons,” Nosarre muttered to herself, her voice low but harsh with disappointment. She had been ready for greatness. Gold. Instead, a gangly, tiny thing of a green, struggling to move. She was supposed to be proud of this? Her eyes flickered to the other candidates, all of whom had been too far off to hear Kiziolth’s call. She didn't dare look up towards the sands to see whatever expression was on her father's face. A disappointment.
"Here, let me help you," Nosarre said, the words coming out curt, barely masking her resentment. She approached Kiziolth slowly. The dragon had fallen flat on her belly again, one wing still folded awkwardly beneath her. But the moment Nosarre's hand brushed against Kiziolth's smooth hide, the green chirpedâ€"giddy and full of hope. The connection was immediate, a wave of warmth rushing through Nosarre’s chest. Her breath caught.
}: You came! I knew you would! :{ Kiziolth said, her voice sweet and eager. Nosarre could feel the bond formingâ€"undeniable, overwhelmingâ€"but it was still hard to push past the bitterness that had settled in her throat. She’d wanted more. She deserved more.
"Yeah, I’m here," Nosarre said, her voice softer now, but still laced with a touch of frustration. "Let’s get you on your feet. You won't embarrass us any further, understand?"
Kiziolth's little body trembled, but with Nosarre's help managed to pull herself back up onto awkward legs and tuck her wings to her sides. }: I’m not... I’m not very graceful yet. But I’ll try. I promise. :{
A long silence stretched between them, Nosarre’s thoughts swirling in a storm of pride, disappointment, rage, and reluctant affection. A green, yes. But this green, clumsy as she was, had chosen her. Nosarre’s fingers squeezed the little green shoulders until a soft whine and resulting ache forced her to let go. For the first time, she let herself soften.
"Just... don’t trip over your wings again," she muttered, more to herself than to Kiziolth, as she straightened and brushed the sand off her robe.
}: I’ll try not to! :{ Kiziolth beamed, a rush of warmth flooding Nosarre’s heart. Reluctantly, a small smile tugged at her lips. It wasn’t the dragon she wanted, but it was hers, and maybe that would be enough.
Last updated on the November 19th 2024