30.Sep.12, 10:24 PM
It had been nearly one month to the day since Sanderon had been returned to the weyr from his island arrest. Things were pretty rocky the first few days but things had settled somewhat since then and he was unhappy but secretly pleased for two reasons. He would not be allowed to stand this time. Though his mind did not hate the idea of impression as much as it once had, he was not ready to take the 'plunge' willingly just yet. He was glad also that his uncontrollable rage had not returned. He hoped it never would.
Learning that the impending hatching was now underway, Sanderon set down his task, wiped a sleeve across his brow and was suddenly stumbling forward with a harsh elbow jabbed in his back. Holding back a hiss of pain, he straightened, ignored his smirking taunter and headed towards the hatching circuit, leaving said taunter to smirk as they joined their friends and fell in behind him, muttering sick, twisted taunts meant to cause embarrassment or pain.
Again, Sanderon did his best to ignore them and purposefully slowed his steps slightly so they might get impatient and hurry around him towards the hatching. It took a little while but it worked and a slight twitch of a grin came to one corner of his mouth as he entered the hatching circuit for himself and found a seat as far away from them as possible.
In his silent contemplation of watching a hatching from the stands this time, he saw things from a new perspective. The thoughts that followed because of seeing the Impressions take place from a 'safe' location, Sanderon unknowingly began to accept the fact that one day he too might impress as well. And for once, he did not vehemently oppose such an idea.
When a small gold hatched, and it was clearly a gold from the minor bit of chaos that followed as girls were shoved forward from the stands, Sanderon's mouth turned up in a quiet smile. He had told D'ren back on the island that perhaps a third queen would be laid. He was pleased it had come about so soon. He wondered what the man was thinking of this surprise even now as he watched her impress to her chosen girl.
When all was said and done, he looked upon I'shan briefly and then stood up and left before the last egg's occupant could impress. He wanted to avoid the taunters if he could. Would he go to the feast? He really couldn't say.
Learning that the impending hatching was now underway, Sanderon set down his task, wiped a sleeve across his brow and was suddenly stumbling forward with a harsh elbow jabbed in his back. Holding back a hiss of pain, he straightened, ignored his smirking taunter and headed towards the hatching circuit, leaving said taunter to smirk as they joined their friends and fell in behind him, muttering sick, twisted taunts meant to cause embarrassment or pain.
Again, Sanderon did his best to ignore them and purposefully slowed his steps slightly so they might get impatient and hurry around him towards the hatching. It took a little while but it worked and a slight twitch of a grin came to one corner of his mouth as he entered the hatching circuit for himself and found a seat as far away from them as possible.
In his silent contemplation of watching a hatching from the stands this time, he saw things from a new perspective. The thoughts that followed because of seeing the Impressions take place from a 'safe' location, Sanderon unknowingly began to accept the fact that one day he too might impress as well. And for once, he did not vehemently oppose such an idea.
When a small gold hatched, and it was clearly a gold from the minor bit of chaos that followed as girls were shoved forward from the stands, Sanderon's mouth turned up in a quiet smile. He had told D'ren back on the island that perhaps a third queen would be laid. He was pleased it had come about so soon. He wondered what the man was thinking of this surprise even now as he watched her impress to her chosen girl.
When all was said and done, he looked upon I'shan briefly and then stood up and left before the last egg's occupant could impress. He wanted to avoid the taunters if he could. Would he go to the feast? He really couldn't say.