14.Jan.14, 02:23 AM
Sennia would’ve seriously considered sitting out the Hatching if the fear of never being allowed to Stand didn’t plague her. That, and S’bel’s insistence she hurry up. Dragons were humming, the eggs would be cracking, and she needed to be there. She hurried through her clothes for the familiar garb of a Candidate, tugging back her hair to tie it back, before rushing off as she was supposed to.
Which, amusingly enough, seemed all for naught. Since the eggs had not yet popped when she got there. So Sennia was made to wait off to the side, on the hot sands, as everyone else. It was the anticipation she felt would kill her. Rather than staring at the eggs, she found herself stealing glimpses in the gathered to see if S’bel was around. He might not be the most supportive friend ever, but he was really the only one she had. He’d been the one to shove her out here, after all. Well, that and her sense of duty. This was why Sennia was here. To stand for the egg she’d touched before. As she clasped her hands behind her back, the skin cold even in the heat of her nervousness, she tried not to think about all the other failed Impressions. She wasn’t the only one who had stood several times before. She wasn’t alone in that rejection.
Then it started. The eggs rocked and cracked. It was a surreal feeling being present for it. Sennia almost held her breath as the tiny dragons began to climb out of their prison. Every one of them were tiny delights. Color never mattered to her, not now. Not when the dragonets stood for so much promise for whomever they impressed. Rankings and expectations were damned now. Instead, it was the excitement of the bond soon to be created. She envied the boy who attached himself to the Brown. The following impressions were just as bittersweet. For every pair that walked off, Sennia found her breath catching in her throat until she was near faint with trembling hope. How wonderful would it be to actually Impress? It was a quiet desire she clutched to her chest even when she had spouted out her aversion of such earlier. Better to deny and not get her hopes up, aloud, then share such an intimate secret. There wasn’t anyone in the weyr she would reveal so much to. No one close to her. Perhaps that was why she wished a dragon more than anything else. To have someone attached to her for the rest of her life, in mutual understanding and a shared sense of thought.
Someone who she could not be taken from, as she had lost her husband and daughter.
Which, amusingly enough, seemed all for naught. Since the eggs had not yet popped when she got there. So Sennia was made to wait off to the side, on the hot sands, as everyone else. It was the anticipation she felt would kill her. Rather than staring at the eggs, she found herself stealing glimpses in the gathered to see if S’bel was around. He might not be the most supportive friend ever, but he was really the only one she had. He’d been the one to shove her out here, after all. Well, that and her sense of duty. This was why Sennia was here. To stand for the egg she’d touched before. As she clasped her hands behind her back, the skin cold even in the heat of her nervousness, she tried not to think about all the other failed Impressions. She wasn’t the only one who had stood several times before. She wasn’t alone in that rejection.
Then it started. The eggs rocked and cracked. It was a surreal feeling being present for it. Sennia almost held her breath as the tiny dragons began to climb out of their prison. Every one of them were tiny delights. Color never mattered to her, not now. Not when the dragonets stood for so much promise for whomever they impressed. Rankings and expectations were damned now. Instead, it was the excitement of the bond soon to be created. She envied the boy who attached himself to the Brown. The following impressions were just as bittersweet. For every pair that walked off, Sennia found her breath catching in her throat until she was near faint with trembling hope. How wonderful would it be to actually Impress? It was a quiet desire she clutched to her chest even when she had spouted out her aversion of such earlier. Better to deny and not get her hopes up, aloud, then share such an intimate secret. There wasn’t anyone in the weyr she would reveal so much to. No one close to her. Perhaps that was why she wished a dragon more than anything else. To have someone attached to her for the rest of her life, in mutual understanding and a shared sense of thought.
Someone who she could not be taken from, as she had lost her husband and daughter.
Come along now, come along with me