Hatching Reaction

Writers: Miriah
Date Posted: 19th October 2013

Characters: J'ackt
Description: Jenackt attends Elleth's Hatching
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 3, day 12 of Turn 7

J'ackt

Standing on the hot sands, Jenackt had never felt so
terrified and so excited all at once. Facing Meledei's
queen, facing those eggs and then the quiet of the crowd
in the stands had been something completely out of his
experience. He was caught up in the excitement of it all
and his face flushed as his stomach clenched. Could it be
possible? Could one of those eggs actually hatch a dragon
that would want him?

He felt Elleth's gaze pass over him, but his attention was
on the eggs alone. As the first egg split open, he jerked
and held still as though facing a dangerous predator that
was stalking him. The little blue wandered close and Jenackt
inhaled sharply. Could it..? But the little blue chose a boy nearby.
Jenackt let go of a breath and clenched his hands in the
hatching robes as he shifted from foot to foot. Again and
again he watched as the eggs hatched, each time the
dragon passing him by. The surge of wondrous hope that
had began at the beginning of the hatching promptly
started to wither. He knew that the Search dragon had
been wrong. He had known it. As the final hatchling
chose his rider, Jenackt's shoulders slumped and his
expression fell into a distant, uncaring expression, until
he glanced up into the stands.

And found a face that catapulted him into stark fear.
He knew that face, even if he had only seen it from a
distance. Lord Corowal. Shards and Shaffit! Had he been
seen? Jenackt immediately slunk behind his fellow un-chosen
Candidates before panic set in. Hurrying as much as he was
able as they filed out of the sands, Jenackt silently urged
them to hurry up, not noticing their own looks of disappointment
and some tears; his own mind was on that face, that face that
he prayed didn't see him and didn't recognize him.

The moment they left the Sands and the Candidates began to
disperse, either to get ready for the party or to go to their own
private area to mourn, Jenackt made a break for the barracks,
uncaringly tugging off his hatching robe as he half-ran half jogged
into the barracks and into relative safety. He had to hurry.

He didn't have much. Only a few clothes and the belt knife he
had been given. But he'd had less before. He went to his cot and
grabbed a satchel, beginning to shove his meager belongings into
it. He wouldn't be missed; Qorri watched him as though he would
attack someone in their sleep if she moved her eye from him and
Sh'del didn't trust him. They would most likely be thrilled at his
leaving. There was a twinge of regret at leaving without saying
goodbye to Meledei or Vandor. They had reached out without
needing to and were kind; he honestly liked them both. N'vanik...
He didn't know what N'vanik would think. But he had fulfilled
his promise and kept his word. He had bloody well gotten on those
Stands.

He shook his head, firming his jaw. If Corowal had seen him
and had gone to N'vanik….Jenackt shoved more clothes into the
satchel. He had to hurry. He wasn't going back. He had to run.

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