16.Mar.12, 10:22 AM
Allendris blinked in a momentary flash of bewilderment when Valerian grabbed his hand, literally towing him towards the Hatching Grounds as if he couldn't make it there on his own power. The glass-smith acknowledged that perhaps he wasn't making quite as much haste as the Candidates who blew past them in a furious jog towards the Circuit, but he couldn't help that he didn't feel quite the same level of urgency. He still felt very new to the Weyr and to dragonkind as a whole, and he felt wholly unprepared to greet a whole room full of hungry, creeling, scrabbling hatchlings - much less to have one suddenly take over a corner of his mind! He frowned at Valerian's words, certain from the choice of adjectives that the Harper was teasing him, but still giving a slight, imperceptible shudder at the thought of suddenly having the responsibility of a bronze on his shoulders. "I highly doubt that," he said, but gave no protest to the other Candidate's having seized the lead.
Regardless of his lingering feelings of reservation on the matter, he would have to present himself on the sands before the clutch. Faranth only knew what horrors G'rem would have in store for any able-bodied Candidate who refused.
But rather than futilely cursing his fate, as he knew some did, the young journeyman had already resolved to use this opportunity as a learning experience. He felt uneasy because he did not know anything about Hatchings; today he would observe, and learn. The heat of the sands beneath his thin sandals alerted him to the fact that they had already reached the Circuit, pulling him from his thoughts at once. With a startled blink, he took in the sight of the crowd gathering in the sands, the din of their chatter thoroughly drowned out by the steady humming of the dragons - the strongest and most urgent song coming from glowing Nirinath, herself. He thought he had never been watched by so many people at once, before, and certainly never so intensely... following Valerian's gaze, the glass-smith noticed and recognized B'jin watching from the growing crowd. He gave his Searchrider a cordial nod, feeling he owed B'jin some token of acknowledgement, but not knowing what else to do.
The crack of shell and the tumble of newly-hatched dragonet onto sand soon seized his attention, however, and Allendris couldn't withhold his gasp when the little creature shakily rose, making its way towards the Candidates. It nosed one tall young man, but seemed to reject him, for in the next moment a young woman rushed forward, shouting an unfamiliar name. So this was Impression? Before the glass-smith could sort things out, another egg had split, revealing its softly crooning inhabitant. This one was slow, gentle, and curious. How strange that the little infant dragons should already have such distinct personalities! He watched this new hatchling with interest, unable to help a small smile at its inquisitive, almost puppy-like inspection of the Candidates standing before it.
Regardless of his lingering feelings of reservation on the matter, he would have to present himself on the sands before the clutch. Faranth only knew what horrors G'rem would have in store for any able-bodied Candidate who refused.
But rather than futilely cursing his fate, as he knew some did, the young journeyman had already resolved to use this opportunity as a learning experience. He felt uneasy because he did not know anything about Hatchings; today he would observe, and learn. The heat of the sands beneath his thin sandals alerted him to the fact that they had already reached the Circuit, pulling him from his thoughts at once. With a startled blink, he took in the sight of the crowd gathering in the sands, the din of their chatter thoroughly drowned out by the steady humming of the dragons - the strongest and most urgent song coming from glowing Nirinath, herself. He thought he had never been watched by so many people at once, before, and certainly never so intensely... following Valerian's gaze, the glass-smith noticed and recognized B'jin watching from the growing crowd. He gave his Searchrider a cordial nod, feeling he owed B'jin some token of acknowledgement, but not knowing what else to do.
The crack of shell and the tumble of newly-hatched dragonet onto sand soon seized his attention, however, and Allendris couldn't withhold his gasp when the little creature shakily rose, making its way towards the Candidates. It nosed one tall young man, but seemed to reject him, for in the next moment a young woman rushed forward, shouting an unfamiliar name. So this was Impression? Before the glass-smith could sort things out, another egg had split, revealing its softly crooning inhabitant. This one was slow, gentle, and curious. How strange that the little infant dragons should already have such distinct personalities! He watched this new hatchling with interest, unable to help a small smile at its inquisitive, almost puppy-like inspection of the Candidates standing before it.
Bronze Weyrling Vyaniorth