Green Hope

Writers: Halyonix
Date Posted: 5th October 2025

Characters: Tindral
Description: The Impression!
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 15 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Cirina, Evalya

Notes:

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She didn’t want to be here.

It was everything that Evalya had said it was going to be and _worse_. The heat was oppressive. The hum of the dragons and the hubbub of the onlookers was deafening. Hiding was not an option. Her parents were somewhere in the crowd -- she had spotted them as she had walked in, their faces radiant -- and she couldn’t leave.

The eggs were wobbling and all Tindral could think about was every scary story that the older Candidates had told her about how the unworthy Candidates got mauled during Hatchings.

She didn’t want to be here.

The first egg cracked open and Tindral let out a terrified squeak. The Candidate next to her shot her an exasperated look. “S-Sorry,” she apologized automatically. When could she leave? Did she have to wait for all of the eggs to hatch? She wanted to wail at her parents. Why did they want her to be in this scary, big place? Maybe hiding behind Cirina would be the better option. She _definitely_ wanted to be a dragonrider and would be good at it. A dragon should pick her instead.

There was a lot of commotion now that the eggs were hatching. Tindral swore she heard someone who sounded like her mother shouting her name but she now had her hands over her ears because it was all so _loud_! So when a dragon actually ran _into_ her, she screamed as she toppled over, all while someone was saying, }: It’s me, Mdorith! Why are you hiding back here? Weren’t you _listening_? Didn’t you _see_ me? :{

Another headbutt, another creeling cry from both dragon and rider-to-be. Except that one was going on about food and how empty her stomach was and the other was sobbing, “D-D-Don’t hurt m-m-me. P-Please don’t hurt me.”

The storm of emotions and hunger and noise ebbed like the tide. }: Why would I hurt you? :{ the voice asked. }: Tindral? Tindral, look at me. I’d never hurt you. :{

Hearing her name, she lifted her head up. To find rainbow faceted eyes staring directly at her.

The hum of the dragons went mute. The hubbub of the crowd fell silent. Even the heat of the sands dissipated. For a long, impossible, quiet moment, there was just Tindral and the green dragon staring at her. }: It’s okay, :{ she heard the dragon say gently. }: I’m here. You don’t have to be afraid anymore. :{

The dragons were still humming. The crowd was still cheering. The heat was still there. But as Tindral reached forward to tentatively touch the tiny headknobs, she didn’t notice any of it. }: I’m Mdorith, :{ the dragon repeated as she leaned into that touch. }: I’m really, really hungry and there’s a lot going on and it’s loud but I’m not going to hurt you and no one else ever will either. :{

“Mdorith,” Tindral echoed in wonder. Mdorith. She had a dragon. Her very own dragon who was never going to leave her alone or let her get mauled or make her face the big, scary world by herself ever again.

}: That’s right, that’s my name. And yours is Tindral. And we’re going to be the best pair ever. You’ll see. Now, let’s get up and get some food. Brush that sand off, Tindral mine. We’ve got things to do now that I’ve found you. :{ Mdorith even gave a tinny commanding trumpet to emphasize her words.

Tindral scrambled to her feet and brushed the sand off roughly. “Um…food? Food, you said. Food is…” She looked around for the exit, trying to remember where she had been told to go. “That way! Food is that way,” she said as she pointed.

}: Excellent. Let’s go, :{ Mdorith said as her tail tapped Tindral’s leg in encouragement and she led her rider out of the Hatching Grounds.

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