Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
19.Mar.12, 12:22 PM
An interminably long and hopelessly lonely quarter of an hour passed between the gut-wrenching moment Kerrin had to watch the last and very least enthusiastic looking member of his rapidly dwindling group Impress to what turned out to be a bronze dragon - two Northerners on bronze! he couldn't believe it - and the crack of the next shell. In the meantime the My One and Only Hatching had paused briefly to give a quick inspection, but the weyrbrat knew right away that much like the first Hatchling to approach him with its inquisitive sniffs, the little creature was far too hesitant and careful to be a good match for him. Kerrin knew dragonkind well enough to imagine that any dragon destined for him would surely be bursting out of its shell in its excitement to meet him.
The sand-spraying Love the Hand That Feeds Hatchling had been a little like that, but she had chosen another, and Kerrin simply had to trust that the dragons knew best.
But no. With just two eggs left on the sands and close to 30 hopefuls left standing, in that seemingly endless 15 minutes Katila's youngest Candidate had come to terms with the very real possibility for all his confidence that he would Impress, and for all the strength of his mental bonds with more than one of Katila Weyr's already-existing dragons that showed he was a natural shoe-in for Candidacy, that he would not be walking away with a dragon that evening. He didn't like it, but somewhere deep in his gut he already knew that was the fate awaited him. Even as the second to last shell began to crack, Kerrin was already stealing impatient glances in Indivara's direction, his mood growing more and more sour by the second. Just hurry and let me go see her, he silently urged the hatchling as it struggled within its egg, tiny claws piercing the stubborn shell. When it finally peeled back the walls of its miniature prison, the boy could only boggle as the newest dragonet let out an ear-piercing shriek and immediately bounded off in the very direction he had been wanting to go.
The weyrbrat's slow-burning anger dissipated in that split-second of shock that overtook him - as it did all the weyrfolk, he was sure - when the youngest hatchling's hide gleamed gold in the light at the same time her furious words echoed in the minds of all who were receptive to the voices of dragons. What the--had that enraged little beast really Impressed to Indivara?! Impossible! Everyone in the Weyr knew the girl absolutely loathed the idea of being doomed to ride gold.
In that instant, Kerrin knew that he had sharding well better sort this out for himself! He hardly waited for Nirinath's humming to cease, signaling the end of the Hatching and the sad fact that the last and largest egg was a dud, before he was already dashing off in the footsteps of the screeching dragonet, very nearly bowling the poor creature over in his rush to Indivara's side. "INDI!" he all but screamed, heedless of the fact that the girl wouldn't be able to answer her, much less at the wide-eyed shock of many of the spectators at his completely inappropriate outburst. He just didn't even sharding care anymore. Not only had there been no dragon on the sands for him, his clothes were blood-soaked, his friend had almost been ripped apart in his arms... and NOW just to add a dash of insult to that injury, it looked like in his place, that pig-headed girl might have actually Impressed a gold dragon?! When EVERYBODY knew that was the one thing Indivara hadn't wanted at all?
"Please tell me that's not your gold!" Kerrin demanded frantically of the girl, not even seeming to notice that she was on the very verge of fainting away altogether. His voice, much like his emotions, was colored with a strange and very confused mix of irrational jealousy at the possibility that Indivara had nabbed an Impression before him, and abject horror at the thought of his poor friend and fellow carefree weyrbrat saddled with a gold... as if the day hadn't been traumatic enough for her already! And that was not even to mention the healthy dose of the all-consuming worry for her well-being and safety and had been eating away at him for the entirety of the hatching, despite all of his most desperate attempts to bottle it up. It was all spilling out now, that much was obvious!
The sand-spraying Love the Hand That Feeds Hatchling had been a little like that, but she had chosen another, and Kerrin simply had to trust that the dragons knew best.
But no. With just two eggs left on the sands and close to 30 hopefuls left standing, in that seemingly endless 15 minutes Katila's youngest Candidate had come to terms with the very real possibility for all his confidence that he would Impress, and for all the strength of his mental bonds with more than one of Katila Weyr's already-existing dragons that showed he was a natural shoe-in for Candidacy, that he would not be walking away with a dragon that evening. He didn't like it, but somewhere deep in his gut he already knew that was the fate awaited him. Even as the second to last shell began to crack, Kerrin was already stealing impatient glances in Indivara's direction, his mood growing more and more sour by the second. Just hurry and let me go see her, he silently urged the hatchling as it struggled within its egg, tiny claws piercing the stubborn shell. When it finally peeled back the walls of its miniature prison, the boy could only boggle as the newest dragonet let out an ear-piercing shriek and immediately bounded off in the very direction he had been wanting to go.
The weyrbrat's slow-burning anger dissipated in that split-second of shock that overtook him - as it did all the weyrfolk, he was sure - when the youngest hatchling's hide gleamed gold in the light at the same time her furious words echoed in the minds of all who were receptive to the voices of dragons. What the--had that enraged little beast really Impressed to Indivara?! Impossible! Everyone in the Weyr knew the girl absolutely loathed the idea of being doomed to ride gold.
In that instant, Kerrin knew that he had sharding well better sort this out for himself! He hardly waited for Nirinath's humming to cease, signaling the end of the Hatching and the sad fact that the last and largest egg was a dud, before he was already dashing off in the footsteps of the screeching dragonet, very nearly bowling the poor creature over in his rush to Indivara's side. "INDI!" he all but screamed, heedless of the fact that the girl wouldn't be able to answer her, much less at the wide-eyed shock of many of the spectators at his completely inappropriate outburst. He just didn't even sharding care anymore. Not only had there been no dragon on the sands for him, his clothes were blood-soaked, his friend had almost been ripped apart in his arms... and NOW just to add a dash of insult to that injury, it looked like in his place, that pig-headed girl might have actually Impressed a gold dragon?! When EVERYBODY knew that was the one thing Indivara hadn't wanted at all?
"Please tell me that's not your gold!" Kerrin demanded frantically of the girl, not even seeming to notice that she was on the very verge of fainting away altogether. His voice, much like his emotions, was colored with a strange and very confused mix of irrational jealousy at the possibility that Indivara had nabbed an Impression before him, and abject horror at the thought of his poor friend and fellow carefree weyrbrat saddled with a gold... as if the day hadn't been traumatic enough for her already! And that was not even to mention the healthy dose of the all-consuming worry for her well-being and safety and had been eating away at him for the entirety of the hatching, despite all of his most desperate attempts to bottle it up. It was all spilling out now, that much was obvious!
