04.Jan.20, 11:50 AM
Kordiavis wasn’t going to Stand for this clutch. He didn’t have any desire to go to Fort in the winter and was starting to get over the whole thing as well. But then his mom went off on him during one of her bad days and he decided, fuck it, might as well see more of the world. So it was his first time in Fort and he’d only been there for a week but he wasn’t overly thrilled by it. It was another Weyr, larger than Ista obviously, but nothing too different otherwise. Well, he supposed they had better food since Ista was still careful with what they had thanks to the constant droughts and uncertainty of the coming seasons. So he supposed that was nice.
But that was about it. He was still expected to help out with various light chores since extra bodies created extra waste, dishes, and linens, so he put in his token effort and then retired to his bed in a large room lined with bunk after bunk. The life of a short-term Candidate was not glamourous. Assuming he didn’t Impress, he’d be back in Ista in about a week where his bed was in a smaller room with less roommates and back to his hotter weather and ability to slink off somewhere quiet and alone.
If he did Impress, it would probably be better accommodations and hey, he’d have a dragon, so that was neat. He’d find out soon enough. He just had to get through the stupid ritual again, something he did not want to do but had to if he wanted to Stand. It was tempting to just go and hang out in the stands. Madiquel Impressed from there so it was possible and she didn’t have to have to be mind-fucked by a little terror either. Of course she Impressed to one of those little terrors that stole every sensation from him and left him in a void of despair, but hey, it was a dragon, right?
He had to admit, this clutch was a lot more Impressive than Thallyath’s. Larger and they looked healthier if that was possible. He hoped the eggs didn’t contain monsters but he was about to find out as he trudged along, eyeing eggs as he passed them. He stopped in front of one and stared at, gathering the courage to touch it. The Weyrwoman was right; it was all in his head, it wasn’t real, but it was still hard to shake and bring yourself back from the nightmare. After nearly a minute of just staring at the damned thing, Kordiavis finally set his hand on the shell.
Egg 33.
But that was about it. He was still expected to help out with various light chores since extra bodies created extra waste, dishes, and linens, so he put in his token effort and then retired to his bed in a large room lined with bunk after bunk. The life of a short-term Candidate was not glamourous. Assuming he didn’t Impress, he’d be back in Ista in about a week where his bed was in a smaller room with less roommates and back to his hotter weather and ability to slink off somewhere quiet and alone.
If he did Impress, it would probably be better accommodations and hey, he’d have a dragon, so that was neat. He’d find out soon enough. He just had to get through the stupid ritual again, something he did not want to do but had to if he wanted to Stand. It was tempting to just go and hang out in the stands. Madiquel Impressed from there so it was possible and she didn’t have to have to be mind-fucked by a little terror either. Of course she Impressed to one of those little terrors that stole every sensation from him and left him in a void of despair, but hey, it was a dragon, right?
He had to admit, this clutch was a lot more Impressive than Thallyath’s. Larger and they looked healthier if that was possible. He hoped the eggs didn’t contain monsters but he was about to find out as he trudged along, eyeing eggs as he passed them. He stopped in front of one and stared at, gathering the courage to touch it. The Weyrwoman was right; it was all in his head, it wasn’t real, but it was still hard to shake and bring yourself back from the nightmare. After nearly a minute of just staring at the damned thing, Kordiavis finally set his hand on the shell.
Egg 33.