Sea Side Weyr

The Hatching Grounds were peaceful, Faythel thought.

They were warm, but in a soothing way for now. He was sure that on the day of the Hatching, the heat of excitement and the sands both would be unbearable, and everything would be in chaos. But for now, the Queen coveted her eggs in that sweet, dangerously-possessive way that he knew all Queens did, and the aura was soothing and sweet.

It was calming, as long as he stayed just along the entrance, or in the watching area as far from the clutch as possible. Faythel did not wish to feel the wrath of Queen Rishanath.

Classes were over for the day. He had seen the Candidate Master leave the Weyr; the Goldrider was missing from the hallways as well as the Hatching Grounds themselves.. he had not seen the Weyrleader yet today, but hopefully he would not be interrupted. Faythel honestly liked coming to observe the clutch from afar; watching the Queen coo over them, nudge them with her enormous maw.. of course, he also watched for the largest eggs and their location, so that he could be in the best place possible for the Hatching, but it wasn't all business. In his few trips so far, noone had forced him to leave; the Queen didn't seem to mind as long as he was as far away as possible.

With careful, slow movements, he sat down to lean against the wall, feet propped up so that just his heels had to bear the sand. This place got warmer by the day.. it wouldn't be long. He didn't bother hiding a smile, instead looping his arms around his knees and bowing his head. Thick black bangs fell over his eyes; eyelids fell over dark amber eyes. With classes done, and no living thing but a beautiful Queen Dragon and her clutch around, life was simple.

Dragons.. It must feel so secure to Impress, to know you'll never be alone again.. Couldn't the Hatching come any sooner?