Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
29.May.18, 02:06 AM
Not being a morning person in the slightest, the commotion in the Candidate barracks didn’t initially disturb Nerreh. She slept through the noise until her friend the next bed over shook her awake. Blearily, Nerreh blinked at her, unsure if she was awake or this was a weird dream. Eventually she managed to process the words ‘eggs’ and ‘hatching’ and ‘now,’ and once they had registered Nerreh snapped awake, all vestiges of sleep gone from her mind.
The eggs were hatching.
Within seconds Nerreh was out of bed and scrambling for her Candidate robes, which she had started leaving on top so she could get to it as fast as possible. Usually Nerreh was more self conscious about changing, but today she didn’t care; getting to the Sands on time was more important! She was in such a rush she put the robe on backwards, and had to pull her arms back inside and try to wiggle it around the right way. Her boots were put on in the same haste, though Nerreh did manage to put them on the right feet first try.
She had already reached the door before she remembered that she might want to do something with her hair. Glancing back at her trunk, over halfway down the room, Nerreh shrugged and kept going, carding her fingers through her hair for a few seconds before giving up. Her hair was always a bit of a wavy mess anyway. She thought she might want to cut it soon, crop it short like most of the boys wore it. Dealing with longer hair, even if it only just barely passed her chin, was such a hassle!
By the time Nerreh had made her way to the Sands, following the flow of Candidates, the tightness in her stomach had appeared and settled, the anxiety of Standing for the first time after putting it off for so long. The fear of rejection had kept her off the Sands too long, and Nerreh couldn’t stop her hands shaking as she stood waiting with the other Candidates. While on one hand she knew she shouldn’t be disappointed if she didn’t Impress today, she knew she would be. Nerreh wanted that kind of a connection with a dragon, like she’d seen her friends and family have. She wanted to prove that she could Impress and ride a fighting dragon, no matter what people said. She wanted to be something in her life, not just another Lower Caverns woman cleaning up after people who had dragons. She wanted people to stop treating her like a little girl. She wanted, she wanted, she wanted. And she may have to wait another ten turns, or even never Impress! Nerreh’s stomach flip-flopped unhappily. Shards, she was always like this at Hatchings, but she’d thought maybe it’d be better now that she was a Candidate, not worse!
Trying to shake all the emotions off, Nerreh took several deep breaths, careful not to look at the people filling the Stands (Her family would probably be there, her grandfather would probably bring them all up from Telgar, and then her cousins in Ista), waved at Vaeyla and Nadioth, then shut out the rest of the world and focused on the periodically rocking eggs on the Sands before her.
The eggs were hatching.
Within seconds Nerreh was out of bed and scrambling for her Candidate robes, which she had started leaving on top so she could get to it as fast as possible. Usually Nerreh was more self conscious about changing, but today she didn’t care; getting to the Sands on time was more important! She was in such a rush she put the robe on backwards, and had to pull her arms back inside and try to wiggle it around the right way. Her boots were put on in the same haste, though Nerreh did manage to put them on the right feet first try.
She had already reached the door before she remembered that she might want to do something with her hair. Glancing back at her trunk, over halfway down the room, Nerreh shrugged and kept going, carding her fingers through her hair for a few seconds before giving up. Her hair was always a bit of a wavy mess anyway. She thought she might want to cut it soon, crop it short like most of the boys wore it. Dealing with longer hair, even if it only just barely passed her chin, was such a hassle!
By the time Nerreh had made her way to the Sands, following the flow of Candidates, the tightness in her stomach had appeared and settled, the anxiety of Standing for the first time after putting it off for so long. The fear of rejection had kept her off the Sands too long, and Nerreh couldn’t stop her hands shaking as she stood waiting with the other Candidates. While on one hand she knew she shouldn’t be disappointed if she didn’t Impress today, she knew she would be. Nerreh wanted that kind of a connection with a dragon, like she’d seen her friends and family have. She wanted to prove that she could Impress and ride a fighting dragon, no matter what people said. She wanted to be something in her life, not just another Lower Caverns woman cleaning up after people who had dragons. She wanted people to stop treating her like a little girl. She wanted, she wanted, she wanted. And she may have to wait another ten turns, or even never Impress! Nerreh’s stomach flip-flopped unhappily. Shards, she was always like this at Hatchings, but she’d thought maybe it’d be better now that she was a Candidate, not worse!
Trying to shake all the emotions off, Nerreh took several deep breaths, careful not to look at the people filling the Stands (Her family would probably be there, her grandfather would probably bring them all up from Telgar, and then her cousins in Ista), waved at Vaeyla and Nadioth, then shut out the rest of the world and focused on the periodically rocking eggs on the Sands before her.
