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10.Aug.19, 02:03 AM
If he hadn’t been a stubborn bitch, especially when it came to his friends, Misharan may have considered sitting this Hatching out. He hated to admit it, because he stood for every Clutch, not even getting clawed had stopped him, but a small handful of hurting eggs almost had. And he hated it, because those eggs deserved good people standing for them, his friends deserved his support, but fuck if the thought of going back on those Sands didn’t make Misha feel sick. Part of him was anticipating Thallyath going on a rampage and becoming the first adult dragon to cause injury or death at a Hatching - that just seemed to be the sort of mood she was in. The Hatching was sure to be exciting, at least, even if absolutely everyone would rather be anywhere else.
However, since he was a stubborn bitch, Misharan got himself into the horrid Candidate robe and made his way to the Sands, smile on his face. No one seemed to be in a mood to laugh, and after trying half-heartedly a few times to get a friend to even giggle on the way over, Misha gave up, resigned to the overpowering blech that was the mood of the day. He wasn’t among the first there, as he hadn’t been in his borrowed room when the news went around, and then he’d dawdled over dressing, and by the time Misharan arrived at the Sands it was already obvious a lot of the Candidates would be sitting this one out on the sidelines. It didn’t surprise him to see Kordiavis among them; he’d been reluctant to Stand for this one in the first place, and after how he’d reacted to the eggs at the Touching, Misha hadn’t expected him to Stand after it had been announced they didn’t technically have to. Still. It would have been nice to have another friend at his back out there.
He adjusted his course so that he could swing past the growing cluster of not-Standing Candidates, stopping by Kordiavis just long enough to squeeze his shoulder - in reassurance and understanding, not blaming him for his choice to sit it out in the slightest (he’d been too close to the same, after all) - and flash an overly bright smile before letting go and moving out to the Sands proper. Misha found Mylorah and gave her a brief hug, then settled into a comfortable resting stance beside her, waiting for the inevitable shitshow to go down. Hopefully his luck would hold out and he’d make it through this one without anything marring his pretty face. Or something else important.
However, since he was a stubborn bitch, Misharan got himself into the horrid Candidate robe and made his way to the Sands, smile on his face. No one seemed to be in a mood to laugh, and after trying half-heartedly a few times to get a friend to even giggle on the way over, Misha gave up, resigned to the overpowering blech that was the mood of the day. He wasn’t among the first there, as he hadn’t been in his borrowed room when the news went around, and then he’d dawdled over dressing, and by the time Misharan arrived at the Sands it was already obvious a lot of the Candidates would be sitting this one out on the sidelines. It didn’t surprise him to see Kordiavis among them; he’d been reluctant to Stand for this one in the first place, and after how he’d reacted to the eggs at the Touching, Misha hadn’t expected him to Stand after it had been announced they didn’t technically have to. Still. It would have been nice to have another friend at his back out there.
He adjusted his course so that he could swing past the growing cluster of not-Standing Candidates, stopping by Kordiavis just long enough to squeeze his shoulder - in reassurance and understanding, not blaming him for his choice to sit it out in the slightest (he’d been too close to the same, after all) - and flash an overly bright smile before letting go and moving out to the Sands proper. Misha found Mylorah and gave her a brief hug, then settled into a comfortable resting stance beside her, waiting for the inevitable shitshow to go down. Hopefully his luck would hold out and he’d make it through this one without anything marring his pretty face. Or something else important.
