04.Aug.19, 11:39 PM
The last few days had been a blur, throwing himself into chores and exercise and routine to try to block out his nerves. Beckitt was less rattled than he had been after the Touching thanks to working out emotions with Misha and Kordi, but he still didn’t like thinking about what the dragonets had dredged up. He had checked in with Mylo and the others, but a definite tension had settled over the class.
Any day now those eggs would hatch, and he needed to keep his head. With a clutch and gold this temperamental the best thing they could all do was to keep calm; no mean feat. So he worked himself to the bone to drown out the doubts and fears. Even though it was nominally a rest day, he had risen early and gone for a run. The fresh air helped rid him of the ghosts for a while, and the exercise got rid of his excess energy.
He finally slowed to a walk, cooling down-if it could be called that in Ista’s heat-and slowly catching his breath. He walked by the runner pens, stretching against the fencing and stroking the noses and necks of a few more curious beasts. The few stabled here were sweet and even tempered; they had to be, living around dragons, and he always enjoyed greeting them and sneaking them treats. He didn’t even notice anyone else around until Nutmeg, his brown firelizard, perked up from his perch on the fence and trilled a greeting to the newcomer.
Any day now those eggs would hatch, and he needed to keep his head. With a clutch and gold this temperamental the best thing they could all do was to keep calm; no mean feat. So he worked himself to the bone to drown out the doubts and fears. Even though it was nominally a rest day, he had risen early and gone for a run. The fresh air helped rid him of the ghosts for a while, and the exercise got rid of his excess energy.
He finally slowed to a walk, cooling down-if it could be called that in Ista’s heat-and slowly catching his breath. He walked by the runner pens, stretching against the fencing and stroking the noses and necks of a few more curious beasts. The few stabled here were sweet and even tempered; they had to be, living around dragons, and he always enjoyed greeting them and sneaking them treats. He didn’t even notice anyone else around until Nutmeg, his brown firelizard, perked up from his perch on the fence and trilled a greeting to the newcomer.