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07.Jan.14, 02:40 AM
She hadn’t intended to Stand.
With all the crap that was going on in life, and the way everything had gone leading up to the moment of her change in decisions, Indivara had just about been convinced that Standing would be a really bad idea. While she had never stood before, every time she so much as went near the Sands, something horrific seemed to happen. The least of which, of course, was the mauling by Hoth and the way the gold egg had shattered under her touch. Then the landslide had taken away not only the world she had grown up in, but also what remained of her family, and more than a couple of friends. It had also taken Hoth, which Indivara did not consider a particularly terrible thing; bastard deserved it after ruining her face!
Then, the dragonriders had been sent on what they were all gleefully calling ‘Traditional’ Search, and brought in an abundant supply of new Northerners, and Indivara’s blood had boiled in outrage. Unlike the last batch that had been brought in, these boys knew what they were up for, and they weren’t dumped on the Candidate Isle. Instead, they were brought to the tent city that was currently Katila, and they were introduced to the makeshift Weyr’s community and expectations. Then they were put into classes, and people were dedicating time to teaching them to read and write and they’d all been signed up as Canddiates.
Indivara had put her name on the list.
That had sparked a bit of an event, when one of the new Candidates had seen from the back that a girl was putting her name on the main list; his slightly snide comment that she was putting her name on the wrong list had had Indivara spinning around, ready to throw a punch. Ryvian had caught her arm before she could get herself banned from yet another Hatching, but the girl had not needed to hit the northern boy for him to take several startled steps back when she glared up at him. A sneer had formed on Indivara’s lips at the expression on his face, and she had sweetly said ‘Hatchings are dangerous’ before turning and walking away.
She’d gotten in trouble with the Weyrlingmaster that had had to field two hundred questions from fifty-odd worried candidates that they were going to come out looking like ‘that skimpy girl’, but Indivara had just shrugged. Hatchings were dangerous – and if any of the idiots had a lick of sense between them, they would have taken note of the fact that just about no one else in the Weyr was covered in dragon induced scars. Not something Indivara was going to point out, certainly, but a truth they were clearly too blind to see.
Indivara had spent the day of the Touching perched neatly on Krypth, who was curled up not too far away from the Hatching Sands that Aradissicath was prowling over. Indivara really wished it had been a Krypth clutch; sprawling on the clutch mother while everyone else was eyeing the dragon off and afraid of being eaten would have been amazing. Krypth would have to do, however, and Indivara felt that, for the most part, her point was made as she slid off the great golden dragon and joined Ryvian as the candidates began to assemble at the Hatching Sands entrance. Indivara let Queenie perch lightly on her shoulder, hidden mostly under the girl’s long dark hair, while Saph winged lightly overhead, chittering his excitement. When they got to the Sands, he landed lightly up on the rafters, watching curiously and quietly.
With an excited glance towards Ryvian when they were given permission to go about the Touching, Indivara slipped carefully amongst the eggs, her gaze flickering over them all as she tried to figure out where to start. There were so many to choose from, and even with everyone else going about Touching, there were plenty left unclaimed. Indivara pursed her lips and moved past the first few rows of eggs with mental notes to come back to touch one or two of them, before being drawn towards one in particular. She had barely been able to see it, and a glance at the tiny shell told Indivara that nothing more than a green could be within… Nevertheless, she decided to Touch it anyway.
Stopping, Indivara knelt in the hot sands, her pants absorbing most of the heat though it was quick to fill her knees with warmth of the fire. The egg was small, and so cleverly blended into the sands… Indivara lifted a hand, allowing her fingers to touch down gently upon the surface. No, it couldn’t possibly hold her bronze, but it was so little and so easy to overlook… Indivara felt she needed to say hello to it. Who else would?
With all the crap that was going on in life, and the way everything had gone leading up to the moment of her change in decisions, Indivara had just about been convinced that Standing would be a really bad idea. While she had never stood before, every time she so much as went near the Sands, something horrific seemed to happen. The least of which, of course, was the mauling by Hoth and the way the gold egg had shattered under her touch. Then the landslide had taken away not only the world she had grown up in, but also what remained of her family, and more than a couple of friends. It had also taken Hoth, which Indivara did not consider a particularly terrible thing; bastard deserved it after ruining her face!
Then, the dragonriders had been sent on what they were all gleefully calling ‘Traditional’ Search, and brought in an abundant supply of new Northerners, and Indivara’s blood had boiled in outrage. Unlike the last batch that had been brought in, these boys knew what they were up for, and they weren’t dumped on the Candidate Isle. Instead, they were brought to the tent city that was currently Katila, and they were introduced to the makeshift Weyr’s community and expectations. Then they were put into classes, and people were dedicating time to teaching them to read and write and they’d all been signed up as Canddiates.
Indivara had put her name on the list.
That had sparked a bit of an event, when one of the new Candidates had seen from the back that a girl was putting her name on the main list; his slightly snide comment that she was putting her name on the wrong list had had Indivara spinning around, ready to throw a punch. Ryvian had caught her arm before she could get herself banned from yet another Hatching, but the girl had not needed to hit the northern boy for him to take several startled steps back when she glared up at him. A sneer had formed on Indivara’s lips at the expression on his face, and she had sweetly said ‘Hatchings are dangerous’ before turning and walking away.
She’d gotten in trouble with the Weyrlingmaster that had had to field two hundred questions from fifty-odd worried candidates that they were going to come out looking like ‘that skimpy girl’, but Indivara had just shrugged. Hatchings were dangerous – and if any of the idiots had a lick of sense between them, they would have taken note of the fact that just about no one else in the Weyr was covered in dragon induced scars. Not something Indivara was going to point out, certainly, but a truth they were clearly too blind to see.
Indivara had spent the day of the Touching perched neatly on Krypth, who was curled up not too far away from the Hatching Sands that Aradissicath was prowling over. Indivara really wished it had been a Krypth clutch; sprawling on the clutch mother while everyone else was eyeing the dragon off and afraid of being eaten would have been amazing. Krypth would have to do, however, and Indivara felt that, for the most part, her point was made as she slid off the great golden dragon and joined Ryvian as the candidates began to assemble at the Hatching Sands entrance. Indivara let Queenie perch lightly on her shoulder, hidden mostly under the girl’s long dark hair, while Saph winged lightly overhead, chittering his excitement. When they got to the Sands, he landed lightly up on the rafters, watching curiously and quietly.
With an excited glance towards Ryvian when they were given permission to go about the Touching, Indivara slipped carefully amongst the eggs, her gaze flickering over them all as she tried to figure out where to start. There were so many to choose from, and even with everyone else going about Touching, there were plenty left unclaimed. Indivara pursed her lips and moved past the first few rows of eggs with mental notes to come back to touch one or two of them, before being drawn towards one in particular. She had barely been able to see it, and a glance at the tiny shell told Indivara that nothing more than a green could be within… Nevertheless, she decided to Touch it anyway.
Stopping, Indivara knelt in the hot sands, her pants absorbing most of the heat though it was quick to fill her knees with warmth of the fire. The egg was small, and so cleverly blended into the sands… Indivara lifted a hand, allowing her fingers to touch down gently upon the surface. No, it couldn’t possibly hold her bronze, but it was so little and so easy to overlook… Indivara felt she needed to say hello to it. Who else would?
