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08.Aug.19, 08:41 AM
Beckitt had thrown himself into exercise and chores over the past weeks and spent time with his friends from other Weyrs who had remained. Catching up with R’dal the other day had been an unexpected surprise, and had helped ease his mind. He was playing cards with a couple other Candidates in the common room when the Weyrlingmaster’s announcement rang out. He tossed his utterly rubbish hand on the top of the pile and scrambled up. “Come on, then,” Beckitt said with a smile, rushing off to get ready.
Ruefully he exchanged his soft shirt and pants for the coarse robe. Washing his face he took a moment to use some water and a comb to pull his hair back out of his eyes as best he could. It was just barely long enough for a short ponytail, but hopefully good enough. He sat on the edge of his bed and yanked on thick shoes to help keep the heat of the sands at bay. Nutmeg flew a few excited circles around his head as he tied the laces, then ‘helpfully’ landed on his back with a chirp, startling a laugh out of Beckitt. “Sorry, buddy, not this time.” He reached around and managed to pull the brown firelizard off despite protests. “Remember, Thallyath doesn’t like firelizards. You have to wait here, or go sunning with Spice and the others.” The flit chittered in mock agitation, then popped off between to go find others to wait with.
He saw Mylorah leaving her dorm around the same time and went over, giving her hand a squeeze. “Good luck,” he said with a bright smile as the walked to the grounds. He walked up to take his place, head high. There was a pall over the proceedings and Thallyath looked positively depressed rather than proud, and he looked over the eggs; one stood apart from the others and clearly hadn’t moved yet, a second lay knocked on its side nearby. Was it possible two wouldn’t hatch? For such a small clutch that would be absolutely devastating, he thought.
He caught sight of Kordiavis and gave him a small smile, which faltered as the candidate went to go stand with the healers. He’d hoped Kordiavis would actually stand with them, but he had taken the experience of the touching quite hard. Still, it was heartening when Narinoa, who had experienced such a terrifying moment he had run from the sands, stepped up to join them. He gave the former beastcrafter a smile as well which widened when it was returned. Beckitt also gave Casa a wave when Mylo called over to her. It wasn’t her fault. And even if Thallyath didn’t like her clutch, she wasn’t actively screaming over or threatening them like last time. Here’s hoping that lasts, he thought.
Ruefully he exchanged his soft shirt and pants for the coarse robe. Washing his face he took a moment to use some water and a comb to pull his hair back out of his eyes as best he could. It was just barely long enough for a short ponytail, but hopefully good enough. He sat on the edge of his bed and yanked on thick shoes to help keep the heat of the sands at bay. Nutmeg flew a few excited circles around his head as he tied the laces, then ‘helpfully’ landed on his back with a chirp, startling a laugh out of Beckitt. “Sorry, buddy, not this time.” He reached around and managed to pull the brown firelizard off despite protests. “Remember, Thallyath doesn’t like firelizards. You have to wait here, or go sunning with Spice and the others.” The flit chittered in mock agitation, then popped off between to go find others to wait with.
He saw Mylorah leaving her dorm around the same time and went over, giving her hand a squeeze. “Good luck,” he said with a bright smile as the walked to the grounds. He walked up to take his place, head high. There was a pall over the proceedings and Thallyath looked positively depressed rather than proud, and he looked over the eggs; one stood apart from the others and clearly hadn’t moved yet, a second lay knocked on its side nearby. Was it possible two wouldn’t hatch? For such a small clutch that would be absolutely devastating, he thought.
He caught sight of Kordiavis and gave him a small smile, which faltered as the candidate went to go stand with the healers. He’d hoped Kordiavis would actually stand with them, but he had taken the experience of the touching quite hard. Still, it was heartening when Narinoa, who had experienced such a terrifying moment he had run from the sands, stepped up to join them. He gave the former beastcrafter a smile as well which widened when it was returned. Beckitt also gave Casa a wave when Mylo called over to her. It wasn’t her fault. And even if Thallyath didn’t like her clutch, she wasn’t actively screaming over or threatening them like last time. Here’s hoping that lasts, he thought.
