10.Jan.21, 09:31 AM
R’dal stood, feeling a bit embarrassed that he let his self-pity take centre stage and distract from the whole purpose of being in the lower caverns. “Sorry. We’re not too far now,” he promised and began leading them again. He nodded at the confession that it had been a while since Zoremet stood. He’d been lucky enough to Impress months before he turned fourteen and back in the Katila days where there weren’t many clutching golds yet so Hatchings weren’t as regular as they were now. He couldn’t imagine the stress and pressure trying to Impress now would be like. His dad simply being a bronzerider at the time was enough self-imposed pressure but now that M’ris was a Weyrleader? R’dal was pretty sure he’d die from disappointment after every failed attempt.
And then there were the extra violent Hatchings the last couple of years! He leaned in and clung a little tighter to Zoremet at the thought, glad that his friend had taken a break and missed most of that. “You’ll be fine, I know it. But you can always hang out at my weyr if you need a little time after the Touching to sort through what you see and feel.” Some of the eggs had been hard to cope with while others were like floating through the happiest dream he ever had. No matter how many years passed, R’dal would always recall those interactions and he’d always offer support to his friends if they needed it or even just a quiet place to hide.
“You’re welcome to hang out there any time, actually. Nap, knit, whatever you want to do. Just no wild parties!” R’dal laughed as he teased Zoremet, knowing he was one of the least likely to invite even one more person along without asking. He stopped them at a door, pushing it open, and with a flourish of his arm, presented the sought after treasure. This room was a danger to him. Yarn, wool, fabric… everything looked so soft and comfortable that R’dal just wanted to sink into a pile and sleep.
And then there were the extra violent Hatchings the last couple of years! He leaned in and clung a little tighter to Zoremet at the thought, glad that his friend had taken a break and missed most of that. “You’ll be fine, I know it. But you can always hang out at my weyr if you need a little time after the Touching to sort through what you see and feel.” Some of the eggs had been hard to cope with while others were like floating through the happiest dream he ever had. No matter how many years passed, R’dal would always recall those interactions and he’d always offer support to his friends if they needed it or even just a quiet place to hide.
“You’re welcome to hang out there any time, actually. Nap, knit, whatever you want to do. Just no wild parties!” R’dal laughed as he teased Zoremet, knowing he was one of the least likely to invite even one more person along without asking. He stopped them at a door, pushing it open, and with a flourish of his arm, presented the sought after treasure. This room was a danger to him. Yarn, wool, fabric… everything looked so soft and comfortable that R’dal just wanted to sink into a pile and sleep.