14.Jan.14, 05:21 AM
As the humming echoed through his mind Firah stood staring at the well worn robes in his hands. Part of him still wanted to just toss the robes aside and skip out on the hatching all together, he'd done it before so he doubted that the Candidatemasters would be suprised if he did it again, but the other half urged him on. With a sigh the Beastcrafter shifted his weight from one foot to the other before quickly and roughly stripping off his shirt and trousers to pull the slightly beaten up robes over his head and shoulders. Feet and socks were shoved into boots while Firah combed his hair back with his fingers. His nose crinkled as he smoothed the fabric of his robes out. He wasn't entirely fond of the robes, not just because of what they stood for, but because he thought they looked terribly silly.
Striking out across the Weyr with determination, the Candidate decided that the sooner he got to the hatching sands the less likely he was to turn right back around and leave the hatching to run its course without him. The wall of heat that greeted him was no more or less horrid than it usually was and the sweat immediately beaded on the edges of his forehead. Swiping at it as he crossed the sands, Firah stalked over to Sennia, who was the only face he really knew among the others. He flashed her a smile. "Well, worst case scenario, there'll be a feast. Good luck Sennia, hope it turns out how you want it to go." Firah gave her a small wave in parting before moving back over to the group of chromatic candidates. He picked a place somewhere to the left of Indivara and Ryvian.
Firah watched quietly as the first seven of the eggs hatched and, in their own time, Impressed. He had touched one of the eggs that hatched a Blue, it had passed right by him though, and Impressed a boy close by. The almost envy that he felt startled him. Why should he be envious? Maybe it was because this time around he'd felt very attached to the emotional responses that he'd received from the eggs. Firah hadn't touched very many but those he had had been intriguing enough to leave a lasting impression. Touching the end of his scar, the Beastcrafter shifted so that most of his weight was sunk into his left heel. With forty plus eggs, they were in for a long hatching.
Striking out across the Weyr with determination, the Candidate decided that the sooner he got to the hatching sands the less likely he was to turn right back around and leave the hatching to run its course without him. The wall of heat that greeted him was no more or less horrid than it usually was and the sweat immediately beaded on the edges of his forehead. Swiping at it as he crossed the sands, Firah stalked over to Sennia, who was the only face he really knew among the others. He flashed her a smile. "Well, worst case scenario, there'll be a feast. Good luck Sennia, hope it turns out how you want it to go." Firah gave her a small wave in parting before moving back over to the group of chromatic candidates. He picked a place somewhere to the left of Indivara and Ryvian.
Firah watched quietly as the first seven of the eggs hatched and, in their own time, Impressed. He had touched one of the eggs that hatched a Blue, it had passed right by him though, and Impressed a boy close by. The almost envy that he felt startled him. Why should he be envious? Maybe it was because this time around he'd felt very attached to the emotional responses that he'd received from the eggs. Firah hadn't touched very many but those he had had been intriguing enough to leave a lasting impression. Touching the end of his scar, the Beastcrafter shifted so that most of his weight was sunk into his left heel. With forty plus eggs, they were in for a long hatching.