Eggs in the Sand [EVENT]

[J'lor and Tonuth]

J’lor snorted when the healer used a ‘tone’ with the woman that had once ruled all she surveyed much as her dragon did.

It didn’t really surprise him when she snapped back at him and then turned to do exactly what he’d suggested.

Sivarith says you and Imahyth’s may look at the eggs J’lormine. He followed Sorelle with his eyes then looked back to where Garion was tending to Echo. He wanted to follow Sorelle by he knew the healer might need him.

Besides, much as it tore him up B’lor had the prime right to the first look. He tried to catch the wingleaders gaze and push him toward the goldrider and the eggs.

**Please thank her very much** he bowed toward the golden beauty now peaceful with her eggs delivered and being admired. **I will come and admire her eggs once hers and Imahyths have taken first place as is their right.** His eyes lingered on Sorelle where she stood with her arms wrapped around herself.

**First we will help the young woman** he turned away from where his heart wanted him to go. This was the strangest clutching he’d ever heard of.

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[Echo and Anayeth]

When something horrible happens in ones life, one tends to block away the experiences and focus on the good ones. This is especially true when one is younger, say below the age of five Turns or six. This much was true; Echo had never had any recollection of any of the times where her father had to beg the crèche women to help raise his child. She had been too young, and could barely even remember the times she had been happy, over ecstatic, playful. She was simply too young. She had blocked out those memories, just as was her right to do so.

However, Echo didn’t think she’d be able to block out the memories she had created today. Not for a million Turns, not even for the duration of the rest of her life. While one side of her brain told her in the calmest voice possible at a time like this that what had happened could have been some sort of fate thing, the other side of her brain screamed at her, yelling that she’d just lost her child and that now she just had to tell R’gant, and that R’gant would hate her and that nothing would be okay ever again!

She was still lost in thought when she felt feminine arms wrap around her. Without looking up, she knew it was Sorelle who’d come to make sure she was okay, to make sure everything was fine. Echo tried to sputter out an apology for making such a scene at Sivarith’s clutching. It probably came out as a bunch of jumbled phrases that Echo knew would make little to no sense. Hot tears continued to sweep their way down her face, tracing a beaten path through the grit and grime she’d gotten from Sivarith’s short rage as she labored. Echo could taste blood in her mouth as the wound from her head dripped blood into her mouth.

No, don’t move. Yes, Echo wouldn’t move. Echo hurt too much, in mind, body, and spirit, to move. She barely heard the others fidgeting over her. Losing the baby wasn’t so much a painful experience as it was emotionally draining. Coupled with the fact that Echo had shirked off the effects to make sure Sivarith was okay before she was, Echo’s emotions had crashed down on her all at once, effectively draining her where she sat.

Someone picked her up. She recognized J’lor from his voice as he moved her swiftly through the air to set her on the benches surrounding the Sands. He used a jacket to prop up her head, but she barely felt it. He was saying something about the ground burning her, but she’d barely felt the ground, either. She probably wouldn’t even have noticed it burning her, and would probably have received horrible burns if J’lor hadn’t been thinking correctly. As it was, the bench wasn’t much better, but a little more stable. As he set her down, the Dragonhealer noticed blood on his arms and looked away as the powerful need to throw up overpowered her.

Garion swam before her then, looking into her eyes and examining her as best as he could. Throw off all her clothes, she didn’t care. She could care almost as much as being burned. Garion was telling her something, something about not moving, but all Echo wanted to do was leave. It hurt so much to see everyone. This should be a happy time. Echo shouldn’t have had anything horrible happen to her. “I’m fine.” She said feverishly. “It’s supposed to be happy. Get me out of here.”

Wait, with all that internal ranting and dialogue, was Echo still thinking that everything should be happy? Of course.

[B'lor and Imahyth]

B'lor watched as the young Healer was carried off to the stands, bleeding. From what he understood, she had miscarried. It was sad indeed, but she was young, and there was still hope. She would be able to stand for this clutch now, too. He raised an eyebrow as Sorelle berated the Master Healer for speaking to her like that. Even after the ordeal, Sorelle was a force to reckon with.

He approached the clutch slowly, standing beside Sorelle as he looked over the eggs his dragon had sired. His heart swelled with pride as he took in the sight of the mottled orbs lying in the sand. There lay the future of the Weyr, and his own dragon was a part of it. "They're beautiful, Sorelle," he said softly, smiling at the Weyrwoman.

Imahyth returned, carrying a fat herdbeast buck. He laid it at Sivarith's feet, crooning to his mate.

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[Garion]

Garion checked her by palpating her abdomen and could feel the hardening of the uterus which was attempting to expel its burden. He had to get her back to the infirmary and into the privacy that would be needed for him to do what was necessary.

“Echo” he said looking directly into her eyes. They were unfocused and wandering. Maybe she’d taken more of a blow to the head than he’d thought. That worried him more than the miscarriage. They’d lost so much by way of medical knowledge. Brain injuries were one of the mysteries of their craft.

“We need to get her to the infirmary as soon as we can so I can deal with this with the proper tools and privacy.” He told the brown rider.

At that moment two apprentices trotted into the hatching grounds with a stretcher. They both bowed to the golden queen then scooted toward the Master healer.

“Wow are those the eggs?” said one of the youngsters.

“Shut it” said Garion. “Now is not the time for that.”

The young men redirected their attention to their job and plopped it down on the ground near the patient. Garion grabbed the blanket they’d brought and draped it over the young woman and then with the cooperation of the young men they moved Echo from the bench to the stretcher.

Alright, we’re off to the infirmary, easy now. He said as much to the two young men as to the patient.

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