12.Feb.21, 11:20 AM
Mylorah was not happy as she aggressively braided her hair. This Hatching was the last place she wanted to be but she had made promises to several people that she would Stand despite her aversion to wanting to be a healer of any sort. She was also still mad at Cazan and Malvayth for how everything ended up during the Touching and that Fediletch was banned from the Hatching and a lot of future ones. All because he was trying to help and stop the stupid fight! She wasn’t going to forgive either of them for a while. She now had scared friends and siblings, a sad friend who didn’t even want to Stand now because he was convinced he didn’t deserve a dragon, and her brother’s mate couldn’t control her dragon or step up and ask for leniency for Fediletch.
At least it was a small clutch and her chances of Impressing in this horrible Weyr were slim. She pondered faking being sick but they’d likely just give her a bucket and send her out anyway. She’d Touched some eggs so she had to Stand. Fetch had Touched some as well! Every Hatching she saw more and more flaws with the tradition but it was nice getting a peek at the little ones hidden away from them.
With the braid finished, Mylorah wrapped it up in a bun and secured it in place. She hardly wore her hair in such a manner—sometimes for a party Tazikel invited her to when she wanted to look mature and proper—but it helped she felt it helped add to the glare she was going to level at Cazan as soon as she got in place. Once her boots were on, Mylorah sprinted over to the Sands, taking a moment to double check her laces were still nice and tight once she was inside. The amount of times she had to run or move around to keep herself or a friend out of the way was climbing far too much.
Speaking of that, she glanced around for Zelana and Zoremet and noted neither had arrived yet. She sighed. Zoremet wasn’t going to sleep in, was he? Surely an assistant or the owner of whichever bed he curled up in for cuddles would make sure he arrived in time? She’d make sure to collect the two to keep them close by. It was Zelly’s first Hatching and she knew her friend was nervous and she wanted to help ease that.
After she showed up and after Mylorah did her glaring. She turned her gaze on the gold pair she had forgotten in the moment and levelled her angriest look at them, not at all close to forgiving them for Fetch—even if her friend was too nice and felt he deserved it all. Glaring officially complete, she turned her back on them and kept an eye out for self-appointed charges, waving at other friends when they arrived.
At least it was a small clutch and her chances of Impressing in this horrible Weyr were slim. She pondered faking being sick but they’d likely just give her a bucket and send her out anyway. She’d Touched some eggs so she had to Stand. Fetch had Touched some as well! Every Hatching she saw more and more flaws with the tradition but it was nice getting a peek at the little ones hidden away from them.
With the braid finished, Mylorah wrapped it up in a bun and secured it in place. She hardly wore her hair in such a manner—sometimes for a party Tazikel invited her to when she wanted to look mature and proper—but it helped she felt it helped add to the glare she was going to level at Cazan as soon as she got in place. Once her boots were on, Mylorah sprinted over to the Sands, taking a moment to double check her laces were still nice and tight once she was inside. The amount of times she had to run or move around to keep herself or a friend out of the way was climbing far too much.
Speaking of that, she glanced around for Zelana and Zoremet and noted neither had arrived yet. She sighed. Zoremet wasn’t going to sleep in, was he? Surely an assistant or the owner of whichever bed he curled up in for cuddles would make sure he arrived in time? She’d make sure to collect the two to keep them close by. It was Zelly’s first Hatching and she knew her friend was nervous and she wanted to help ease that.
After she showed up and after Mylorah did her glaring. She turned her gaze on the gold pair she had forgotten in the moment and levelled her angriest look at them, not at all close to forgiving them for Fetch—even if her friend was too nice and felt he deserved it all. Glaring officially complete, she turned her back on them and kept an eye out for self-appointed charges, waving at other friends when they arrived.