12.Aug.19, 06:37 PM
Hot. Even in the evenings, it was hot.
Kel had her hair pulled up into a messy bun that was slightly lopsided on top of her head. Not something she normally did but she hadn't wanted her hair sticking to the back of her neck any longer. She wore loose-fitting brown pants, a lightweight white shirt that also hung loose on her. With the worn-out slippers on her feet, she looked far more like a lower cavern drudge than she did a candidate, but she honestly didn't care. It was hot and any breeze at all just brought more salty, hot air with it.
She could have stayed inside, but it was stuffy and she hadn't really wanted to be around people. She wasn't sure why, she liked people, but she had left the dining hall to brave the overbearing temperature outside instead. Mostly she was avoiding the hushed, and often not so hushed, chatter about...the eggs. She shivered slightly as she thought about those eggs. She had never seen such reactions from eggs before, never felt such... awful things from any eggs she had touched. Sadness, contempt, and fear maybe... but she couldn't even describe what she had felt from the eggs she touched. She was afraid to stand for the hatching. THAT made her stop. She had never been afraid to stand for eggs. The only thing she was starting to fear was aging out and disappointing her father and brother.
She sighed softly, kicking a small rock with her foot as she walked. There was no use thinking about that either, not really. If it happened it happened and if she was meant for a dragon she would have one. Although, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted one of these eggs. Well that was rather negative of her, wasn't it? She frowned and sat on a random rock, elbows on her knees, chin resting in her hands. Truly, any dragon would be welcome, but what if there was something wrong with them? As far as she had ever known, blues only ever caught greens, never a gold. What would those dragons be like? Would they really be all that different? Why had they reacted so poorly to not just one or two of them, but all the candidates. Surely there had to be at least one of them the hatchlings inside had liked. Right?
These thoughts and more are what raced around the young woman's head as she sat, looking slightly dejected, on a rock, as the sky slowly darkened.
Kel had her hair pulled up into a messy bun that was slightly lopsided on top of her head. Not something she normally did but she hadn't wanted her hair sticking to the back of her neck any longer. She wore loose-fitting brown pants, a lightweight white shirt that also hung loose on her. With the worn-out slippers on her feet, she looked far more like a lower cavern drudge than she did a candidate, but she honestly didn't care. It was hot and any breeze at all just brought more salty, hot air with it.
She could have stayed inside, but it was stuffy and she hadn't really wanted to be around people. She wasn't sure why, she liked people, but she had left the dining hall to brave the overbearing temperature outside instead. Mostly she was avoiding the hushed, and often not so hushed, chatter about...the eggs. She shivered slightly as she thought about those eggs. She had never seen such reactions from eggs before, never felt such... awful things from any eggs she had touched. Sadness, contempt, and fear maybe... but she couldn't even describe what she had felt from the eggs she touched. She was afraid to stand for the hatching. THAT made her stop. She had never been afraid to stand for eggs. The only thing she was starting to fear was aging out and disappointing her father and brother.
She sighed softly, kicking a small rock with her foot as she walked. There was no use thinking about that either, not really. If it happened it happened and if she was meant for a dragon she would have one. Although, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted one of these eggs. Well that was rather negative of her, wasn't it? She frowned and sat on a random rock, elbows on her knees, chin resting in her hands. Truly, any dragon would be welcome, but what if there was something wrong with them? As far as she had ever known, blues only ever caught greens, never a gold. What would those dragons be like? Would they really be all that different? Why had they reacted so poorly to not just one or two of them, but all the candidates. Surely there had to be at least one of them the hatchlings inside had liked. Right?
These thoughts and more are what raced around the young woman's head as she sat, looking slightly dejected, on a rock, as the sky slowly darkened.