12.Jan.20, 05:55 AM
Nerreh had seriously debated skipping the Hatching - there were probably plenty of people who felt him and Faxx being there was bad luck - but he wasn’t enough of an asshole to miss seeing a friend Impress because he couldn’t handle some glares. Besides, he was a petty bastard and would rather shove his presence in their faces then let them think they’d scared him off. Hah. Fuck them. Instead, Nerreh headed over to Fort as soon as he’d gotten the news the eggs were hatching (and he’d been awake enough to actually process that information).
He saw R’dare, R’dal, and A’tay all sitting together, along with R’dal’s greenrider friend and some random girls Nerreh didn’t know, and he started heading for them, intending to join them, when someone else caught his eye. Caz. But not Caz, actually, because Nerreh had seen Caz already sitting up with T’ryn, and this Caz, even from a distance, seemed to hold himself a little differently. Which meant this Caz must be Cazelarias. The first Cazelarias, not the disguised Cazelarias that was Caz. Interesting. What was he doing at the Hatching? Was he interested in the Weyrs too? Or had someone mistaken him for Caz-him and offered to bring him to the Hatching? Nerreh supposed he’d just have to find out, and changed his course from his friends to his friend’s brother.
“Hello there,” Nerreh said as he slid onto the bench next to Cazelarias. “N’reh, of blue Faxxonth,” he introduced himself, “And you’re Cazelarias. The original one, I mean.” Hopefully that was vague enough anyone who happened to overhear wouldn’t understand what he meant, but clear enough that Cazelarias would. Nerreh could only hope.
He saw R’dare, R’dal, and A’tay all sitting together, along with R’dal’s greenrider friend and some random girls Nerreh didn’t know, and he started heading for them, intending to join them, when someone else caught his eye. Caz. But not Caz, actually, because Nerreh had seen Caz already sitting up with T’ryn, and this Caz, even from a distance, seemed to hold himself a little differently. Which meant this Caz must be Cazelarias. The first Cazelarias, not the disguised Cazelarias that was Caz. Interesting. What was he doing at the Hatching? Was he interested in the Weyrs too? Or had someone mistaken him for Caz-him and offered to bring him to the Hatching? Nerreh supposed he’d just have to find out, and changed his course from his friends to his friend’s brother.
“Hello there,” Nerreh said as he slid onto the bench next to Cazelarias. “N’reh, of blue Faxxonth,” he introduced himself, “And you’re Cazelarias. The original one, I mean.” Hopefully that was vague enough anyone who happened to overhear wouldn’t understand what he meant, but clear enough that Cazelarias would. Nerreh could only hope.