16.Mar.12, 12:10 AM
Kerrin, being not as sensible of a sort as Indivara, was enjoying a quick nap before dinner. It had been a long and hard day, and though the food that had just been set to cook on the hearths when he'd returned from his chores had certainly smelled delicious, the weyrbrat's tired body was telling him it just didn't want to remain upright long enough for him to greet the stew as soon as it came off the fires. He would just have to content himself with the leftovers; the kitchen workers always cooked plenty, anyway. And so, the boy was fast asleep when Nirinath began her humming.
It didn't take long for the rest of Katila's dragons to chime in, however, and soon the pulsing, melodic din of draconic humming was loud enough to to rouse even the dead. Kerrin woke with a start, disoriented, and wondering how his head had come to throbbing so. It took him awhile to realize that the sound originated not from his own skull, but instead seemed to filter in from all directions, increasing in volume and intensity until very walls around him vibrated from it. That's when it struck him: the eggs were about to crack! "Shells!" the weyrbrat yelled in dismay, flinging himself upright in such a frantic scramble that he ended up twisted in the sleeping furs, falling to the ground in not the magnificent leap from bed he'd envisioned but rather with a hard thud! onto his elbow. He hissed in pain, but there was no time to lose - he had no idea how much of the hatching he'd already slept through!
Fortunately the floor just happened to be the perfect location for him to grab at his sandals and white Candidate's robes, kept folded with unusual care and neatness under the bed. In a flurry of furs and clothes, Kerrin was soon changed, bursting from his barrack in time to see other Candidates heading towards the sands in a rush. The teen breathed a sigh of relief, smoothing the wrinkles from his (tragically plain, now that he thought about it, ugh) robes and collecting his composure immediately. Cool, he hadn't missed anything at all. Now it was time to swagger out and show these clueless Northerners how an Impression was done!
Setting off for the sands in a hasty but collected jog, stopping short as he came across Erisi and Valerian. Speaking of clueless Northerns... of course Erisi was standing there being a stubborn, sullen pain in the ass until the very last moment. Kerrin rolled his eyes. How R'nd had even put up with this guy's attitude problem long enough to seduce him was completely beyond the frowning weyrbrat. "Seriously, Erisi? Just change and get out there before D'ren comes after you, what kind of fool dragon would pick you anyway?"
At that he reached around the taller man, opening the door and giving him a bodily shove back into his barrack.
It didn't take long for the rest of Katila's dragons to chime in, however, and soon the pulsing, melodic din of draconic humming was loud enough to to rouse even the dead. Kerrin woke with a start, disoriented, and wondering how his head had come to throbbing so. It took him awhile to realize that the sound originated not from his own skull, but instead seemed to filter in from all directions, increasing in volume and intensity until very walls around him vibrated from it. That's when it struck him: the eggs were about to crack! "Shells!" the weyrbrat yelled in dismay, flinging himself upright in such a frantic scramble that he ended up twisted in the sleeping furs, falling to the ground in not the magnificent leap from bed he'd envisioned but rather with a hard thud! onto his elbow. He hissed in pain, but there was no time to lose - he had no idea how much of the hatching he'd already slept through!
Fortunately the floor just happened to be the perfect location for him to grab at his sandals and white Candidate's robes, kept folded with unusual care and neatness under the bed. In a flurry of furs and clothes, Kerrin was soon changed, bursting from his barrack in time to see other Candidates heading towards the sands in a rush. The teen breathed a sigh of relief, smoothing the wrinkles from his (tragically plain, now that he thought about it, ugh) robes and collecting his composure immediately. Cool, he hadn't missed anything at all. Now it was time to swagger out and show these clueless Northerners how an Impression was done!
Setting off for the sands in a hasty but collected jog, stopping short as he came across Erisi and Valerian. Speaking of clueless Northerns... of course Erisi was standing there being a stubborn, sullen pain in the ass until the very last moment. Kerrin rolled his eyes. How R'nd had even put up with this guy's attitude problem long enough to seduce him was completely beyond the frowning weyrbrat. "Seriously, Erisi? Just change and get out there before D'ren comes after you, what kind of fool dragon would pick you anyway?"
At that he reached around the taller man, opening the door and giving him a bodily shove back into his barrack.