Post by tovaana on Jul 18, 2021 16:28:47 GMT -5
Parlhion/Pa'hn :: Blue Trinikoth; impression day, age 12
It was okay he hadn’t impressed at the first two hatchings – this, this would be the lucky day. A great big brown, or even a bronze! His dragon was in one of those eggs. At the egg touching there had been one egg in particular- it had been inquisitive and thoughtful, but it hadn’t seemed fierce enough to be a brown or bronze…but maybe it was, it had seemed interested in him, but so had a couple others. The previous egg touchings hadn’t been as interesting – it was a good sign, he thought.
He shifted in the warm sands, glancing up where his father waited and waved at him enthusiastically. The man waved back and then pointed at the eggs, a silent gesture to pay attention. Right, he would need to get out of the way of the blues and greens, he needed to be on his game.
Above in the stands, bets were being made and Parlhion’s father was an active participant, betting on which colors would appear first and last, how many bronzes would be in the clutch, etc. There was no gold egg, so there were not many girls – except for the Mirranese girls who just wanted the more comfortable life of a dragon rider. Parlhion paid no attention the them, letting them stand closer to the smaller eggs, his eyes on the few largest – most all of them had started rocking and splintering.
Parlhion found himself humming with the dragons above, feeling giddy and taking a step toward the eggs when a large brown burst from the first egg. A pleased murmur went through the crowd, some even cheering at the fortunate sign. Parlhion gasped also, taking a couple steps toward the brown – that was him, that was his brown! The charred looking baby came charging toward him, but didn’t slow down and Parlhion realized too late that he was not the baby’s intended target. He ran by him, bumping him roughly as he did so and sending Parl to his rump.
“Oof.” He groaned, glancing back at the brown that had found an older boy and was making rainbow eyes at him. Parlhion frowned and heard shouting as multiple eggs cracked and spilled their contents in sync. Suddenly there was chaos and many greens, blues, and another brown were on the sands searching for their lifemates. It wasn’t until he saw a greenish blue on his way to him that he realized he hadn’t gotten up. He scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could, another Mirrish boy doing the same as a green hunted him down. “No, no, no!” He muttered, and he glanced around desperately for that other brown he’d seen, but it had found another boy already. “Shard it!” He cursed, glancing instinctively up in his father’s direction, even though he couldn’t hear him cursing, the man had quietly discouraged any sort of unbecoming language, even if he used it all the time. There was no laughter though, despite the amusing scene of blue and green chasing the Mirrish boys. Parlhion thought of getting off the sands entirely, but one of the last eggs was a bronze! It was large, shimmery – and …he got distracted, forgetting that a blue had been chasing him down.
He took a step toward the bronze, but suddenly that green blue was in front of him with rainbow eyes. You must like to play games. The voice said suddenly in his head and he looked down dumbfounded at the creature at his feet. What else do you like to do? But I suppose I have lots of time to learn about you, I am hungry – and I’m also your Trinikoth, Pa’hn.
There was a magical feeling, the way Trinikoth’s mind intertwined with his own. The hunger that he felt, felt so real, as if it were his own. Then there was an explosion of applauding and cheering and he looked around – the beautiful bronze, his bronze, was making the rainbow eyes at some other boy. But…and then he looked down at the blue and then up at the bronze, reality finally dawning on him.
He took stumbling steps away from the infant dragon. “No… no, no, no, no…you’re supposed to brown! Or, or, bronze! Not blue… or…” It wasn’t green, the voice in his mind seemed too masculine for that, so he stopped himself from adding that color. He glanced over at the boy who had impressed green, the boy looked as crushed as Parlhion felt.
I am, what I am, I don’t think I was supposed to be anything else.
“You don’t understand…” He moaned, taking steps away from the dragon who followed him as he looked up to see if he could see his father – but he was no longer in the stands, at least not where he had been standing. His stomach fell and he felt suddenly cold. “No… no…” He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, but his eyes wet and vision blurry.
I think food is that way. Trinikoth said helpfully, but waited until his rider finally moved, which seemed to take a long time. But all the boy could think was that he knew exactly how his father felt, how everyone felt about blue and green riders. He didn’t understand it fully, all he knew was this was the last thing he’d wanted. And he started wondering if he’d done something wrong – maybe his mother hadn't just died during childbirth, maybe the small fear he'd had was true...he’d killed his mother, and this was his retribution. Maybe not, maybe it was all those times he’d been mean, or… maybe this was just his lot, that he didn’t deserve a brown like his father, let alone a bronze.
Dejected, he walked slowly with his blue off the sands, his blue confused at his rider’s unhappiness and simply offering comfort mentally – but also pulling him mentally to the food, because he was also hungry.
