06.Jul.13, 12:07 AM
Never. Never ever, ever never was Bordtai going to EVER trust a fellow ‘brat when they claimed that a shot of quikal was a sure-cure for a headache brought on by the noise of the celebrations. Never ever, ever never! When the chalk-scraping noise that was the familiar green Grith broke through his mind in her announcement, Bordtai had clamped his pillow over his head and prayed silently for death. It was a hatching and he had to move – but his stomach turned as much as his head pounded and the last thing he thought he was capable of doing was moving.
And if Grith was not bad enough it was a short time later that the confounded blue-riding-woman came in banging a pan around like a banshee. Honestly… What did he ever do to deserve this? Moaning, he turned to sit up and realized he was closer to the edge of the bed than he’d original thought – the sudden drop and heavy thump jarring his senses painfully. Now on the floor, he layed there for a moment cradling his head before managing to get up onto his knees first, then to a sitting position on the bed once more.
Bordtai rarely took his time getting ready – preferring to get it done with before the rush of a crowd – but being quick on his feet was not an option. Letting his head fall between his knees, he nursed it for a moment before moving slowly to lean over the foot of his bunk to dig in the trunk located there for his candidate robe. Finding it, he pulled his dirty shirt over his head before shrugging into the robe and tying it snuggly around his too-thin waist. Boots were next on his list but those took a few moments longer to dig out from under his bed.
The walk to the hatching circuit was torture, but once there the smell of Klah and Rolls had his attention. Ducking through the crowd, he was shoved twice but his head hurt so badly he didn’t even care to see if it was because he’d stepped in someone’s way or if it was done out of simple malice. At this point he doubted the latter – most of the population were also nursing their heads and klah cups.
With a mug and roll in hand, he found a quiet spot to stand and eat as he closed his eyes at the edge of the sands. It was loud and his head still pounded. Honestly he was hoping that today’s hatching would be like the last… such a long wait that he might get some more sleep in before the shells begin to break.
And if Grith was not bad enough it was a short time later that the confounded blue-riding-woman came in banging a pan around like a banshee. Honestly… What did he ever do to deserve this? Moaning, he turned to sit up and realized he was closer to the edge of the bed than he’d original thought – the sudden drop and heavy thump jarring his senses painfully. Now on the floor, he layed there for a moment cradling his head before managing to get up onto his knees first, then to a sitting position on the bed once more.
Bordtai rarely took his time getting ready – preferring to get it done with before the rush of a crowd – but being quick on his feet was not an option. Letting his head fall between his knees, he nursed it for a moment before moving slowly to lean over the foot of his bunk to dig in the trunk located there for his candidate robe. Finding it, he pulled his dirty shirt over his head before shrugging into the robe and tying it snuggly around his too-thin waist. Boots were next on his list but those took a few moments longer to dig out from under his bed.
The walk to the hatching circuit was torture, but once there the smell of Klah and Rolls had his attention. Ducking through the crowd, he was shoved twice but his head hurt so badly he didn’t even care to see if it was because he’d stepped in someone’s way or if it was done out of simple malice. At this point he doubted the latter – most of the population were also nursing their heads and klah cups.
With a mug and roll in hand, he found a quiet spot to stand and eat as he closed his eyes at the edge of the sands. It was loud and his head still pounded. Honestly he was hoping that today’s hatching would be like the last… such a long wait that he might get some more sleep in before the shells begin to break.