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31.Jan.21, 10:46 PM
Larnell was feeling… overwhelmed. He’d gone from hiding away from his father in the home he’d grown up in, to being “Searched” by his visiting uncle’s dragon, to being packed up, and shipped off to the Weyr said uncle resided in. Now there he was, standing just outside R’nd’s and B’jin’s weyr, with his pack over one shoulder, wondering what it is he was supposed to do. R’nd had given him detailed instructions on where the Candidate barracks were, and offered to take him, but Larnell didn’t want to be bothersome and his uncle had other plans that didn’t involve chaperoning wayward nephews.
Thumbnail of his right hand finding its way between his teeth, Larnell took a deep breath and puffed it out, dropping his hand away from his mouth and biting his bottom lip instead. He’d head to the Candidate barracks and claim a bunk, and then… well. Maybe the dining hall to see what that was made up of. He enjoyed social areas like that; they often had friendly people and fun conversations and Larnell needed both. He was still feeling quite bogged down by the grief of losing his wife and child, and was doing his best not to dwell on it.
Larnell got lost several times on the way to the barracks, but wasn’t surprised by that fact. When he did make it, he found it almost empty. Apparently all the interested Candidates had been shipped off to another Weyr (Fort, he thought someone said) to partake in the pending Hatching. R’nd had said something about taking him if he wanted, but Larnell couldn’t think of anything worse than Impressing five minutes after moving to the Weyr and opted out. He’d take some lessons, and some time, and see what the future brought him. Besides; he hadn’t been officially Searched so he wasn’t even sure there was anything in him that a dragon would want. R’nd had just been kind enough to slap that label on him for Reasons.
Dumping what little he’d brought with him on a bunk and not worrying about whether or not there were bullies in the leftovers who would steal or rummage through his stuff, Larnell left the barracks. Those that were in it didn’t seem interested in conversations or meetings, so he left them be. The dining hall was a lot easier to find, and Larnell entered it confidently, even though he wasn’t really feeling all that confident. Head held high, eyes bright, and curiosity thrumming he was a little disappointed by how empty it was, but there were enough people milling around gossiping and he figured he’d find someone to mingle with without too much issue.
Like that person there! Smiling politely, Larnell made his way to the other person, who was sitting along but wasn’t giving off airs of ‘leave me alone’. Perfect! “Hi. Mind if I join you?” He asked politely, voice low and warm and smile still sitting pretty on his pouty face as he waited for a response.
Thumbnail of his right hand finding its way between his teeth, Larnell took a deep breath and puffed it out, dropping his hand away from his mouth and biting his bottom lip instead. He’d head to the Candidate barracks and claim a bunk, and then… well. Maybe the dining hall to see what that was made up of. He enjoyed social areas like that; they often had friendly people and fun conversations and Larnell needed both. He was still feeling quite bogged down by the grief of losing his wife and child, and was doing his best not to dwell on it.
Larnell got lost several times on the way to the barracks, but wasn’t surprised by that fact. When he did make it, he found it almost empty. Apparently all the interested Candidates had been shipped off to another Weyr (Fort, he thought someone said) to partake in the pending Hatching. R’nd had said something about taking him if he wanted, but Larnell couldn’t think of anything worse than Impressing five minutes after moving to the Weyr and opted out. He’d take some lessons, and some time, and see what the future brought him. Besides; he hadn’t been officially Searched so he wasn’t even sure there was anything in him that a dragon would want. R’nd had just been kind enough to slap that label on him for Reasons.
Dumping what little he’d brought with him on a bunk and not worrying about whether or not there were bullies in the leftovers who would steal or rummage through his stuff, Larnell left the barracks. Those that were in it didn’t seem interested in conversations or meetings, so he left them be. The dining hall was a lot easier to find, and Larnell entered it confidently, even though he wasn’t really feeling all that confident. Head held high, eyes bright, and curiosity thrumming he was a little disappointed by how empty it was, but there were enough people milling around gossiping and he figured he’d find someone to mingle with without too much issue.
Like that person there! Smiling politely, Larnell made his way to the other person, who was sitting along but wasn’t giving off airs of ‘leave me alone’. Perfect! “Hi. Mind if I join you?” He asked politely, voice low and warm and smile still sitting pretty on his pouty face as he waited for a response.
