Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #72: "Fixed"
D'merren sits on the ground, his eyes fixed on nothing at all. Jennulth's eyes, all whites and reds, seem to be the only part of this silent tableau that show any movement at all. Even the lad's breathing is shallow, as he wills his mind shut, sealing himself away from what they've witnessed.
It takes the weyrlings like this, sometimes, the first time they stare death in the face.
H'koll crouches beside him, letting Ruarnoth reassure the young blue as best she can, until one of the queens can help.
"Lad? Look at me lad. You're back now, safe again."
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