13.Oct.18, 07:51 AM
Quinvalis was silently panicking as he laid on his bunk, curled up on his side as he ignored everyone else bustling around him getting ready. It was time. He was only at Telgar for their Hatching because R’nya had encouraged it and he didn’t want to disappoint the man that he viewed as a father. The bronzerider’s opinions mattered to him and he never wanted to make R’nya question his decision to take him under his wing as much as he had. But what if he actually did Impress at Telgar? That was eighteen months of being stuck in a different Weyr than R’nya and Madiquel. Sure, he was closer to his mom and sister so that was kind of nice but it wasn’t his sister he thought about trying to kiss and it wasn’t his mom that made him happy during even the toughest or most boring of chores.
He wondered how much trouble he would be in if he stayed hiding in the barracks. He could feign a stomach ache, which wouldn’t be hard to do with how much it was currently tying itself in knots from panic and fear. But what if he was meant to Impress this time and his dragon couldn’t find him and he went between thinking he was alone and no one wanted him? Quinvalis knew a bit of that, despite having his mom, sister, and now R’nya and his family taking him in. He didn’t always feel like he belonged and he didn’t want a dragon thinking that as his last thought before… well. That was enough guilt to finally get him off his bed and changing clothes.
He didn’t dare eat and he had bathed that morning so didn’t feel up to trying to sit in a tub full of people chatting and sharing their excitement. He wasn’t excited, he was nervous and now wracked with guilt. He sat there, lost in thought and emotions, until the very last possible second when one of the older and more experienced ‘brats corralled them up to head over to the Sands. He followed along, dragging his feet, and managed a smile when he found Phinarion. He liked the guy and they had fallen into a rather easy friendship that didn’t demand much from either of them. He made his way over to Phinarion with a quiet greeting and they moved closer to the eggs, Quinvalis’ nerves still running amok.
When they settled into their spot, Quinvalis looked around for Xyreith but didn’t see him yet. R’nya would come, though. Weyrleaders didn’t have to go to the other Weyrs for the Hatchings, but he figured it was polite to do so, especially with them being a small community still. But he really hoped R’nya came for a more personal reason, and maybe Jajojin would let Madiquel come along as well. If she wanted to. He knew how much that Ista Hatching affected her. He wouldn’t blame her if she never attended one again but it would be nice to see familiar faces in the audience.
He wondered how much trouble he would be in if he stayed hiding in the barracks. He could feign a stomach ache, which wouldn’t be hard to do with how much it was currently tying itself in knots from panic and fear. But what if he was meant to Impress this time and his dragon couldn’t find him and he went between thinking he was alone and no one wanted him? Quinvalis knew a bit of that, despite having his mom, sister, and now R’nya and his family taking him in. He didn’t always feel like he belonged and he didn’t want a dragon thinking that as his last thought before… well. That was enough guilt to finally get him off his bed and changing clothes.
He didn’t dare eat and he had bathed that morning so didn’t feel up to trying to sit in a tub full of people chatting and sharing their excitement. He wasn’t excited, he was nervous and now wracked with guilt. He sat there, lost in thought and emotions, until the very last possible second when one of the older and more experienced ‘brats corralled them up to head over to the Sands. He followed along, dragging his feet, and managed a smile when he found Phinarion. He liked the guy and they had fallen into a rather easy friendship that didn’t demand much from either of them. He made his way over to Phinarion with a quiet greeting and they moved closer to the eggs, Quinvalis’ nerves still running amok.
When they settled into their spot, Quinvalis looked around for Xyreith but didn’t see him yet. R’nya would come, though. Weyrleaders didn’t have to go to the other Weyrs for the Hatchings, but he figured it was polite to do so, especially with them being a small community still. But he really hoped R’nya came for a more personal reason, and maybe Jajojin would let Madiquel come along as well. If she wanted to. He knew how much that Ista Hatching affected her. He wouldn’t blame her if she never attended one again but it would be nice to see familiar faces in the audience.