29.May.18, 03:41 AM
Despite the annoying regularity of Hatchings being at ass o’clock in the morning, Misharan was always taken by surprise. It was always by some miracle that he managed to get out of bed, dressed, and onto the Hatching grounds before it was over. Honestly, Misha wouldn’t be surprised if one day at an early morning Hatching he would Impress and not realize it for several minutes due to being still mostly asleep.
That particular morning he’d managed to get to the Sands in a reasonable amount of time, his hair glistening in the first few rays of sunlight that were starting to be visible, having dunked his head in a bowl of water before leaving the barracks. It was fairly successful at making Misha slightly more coherent, but he could still feel his eyes barely staying open every time he blinked. He had moved along with the group, not really knowing who was around him, focusing on keeping awake and not stumbling. Tripping would be embarrassing, especially if he took someone else down with him by mistake.
After some period of time, though Misharan could not tell you how long, someone approached and said something to him. It took a moment of blinking at the other Candidate for Kordiavis’ name to reach the surface of his foggy brain. “Hng.” He said, giving a fairly lackluster wave. Proper words were too complicated for him just yet. As the time moved on, Misha was sure he’d be awake enough to hold a conversation if he needed to, but at that moment one syllable words (or weird noises, really) were about all he could manage.
At least he was too tired to be nervous.
That particular morning he’d managed to get to the Sands in a reasonable amount of time, his hair glistening in the first few rays of sunlight that were starting to be visible, having dunked his head in a bowl of water before leaving the barracks. It was fairly successful at making Misha slightly more coherent, but he could still feel his eyes barely staying open every time he blinked. He had moved along with the group, not really knowing who was around him, focusing on keeping awake and not stumbling. Tripping would be embarrassing, especially if he took someone else down with him by mistake.
After some period of time, though Misharan could not tell you how long, someone approached and said something to him. It took a moment of blinking at the other Candidate for Kordiavis’ name to reach the surface of his foggy brain. “Hng.” He said, giving a fairly lackluster wave. Proper words were too complicated for him just yet. As the time moved on, Misha was sure he’d be awake enough to hold a conversation if he needed to, but at that moment one syllable words (or weird noises, really) were about all he could manage.
At least he was too tired to be nervous.