22.Jun.21, 11:13 AM
Orgailian had almost returned to Ista Weyr after Mizeath’s Hatching. It wasn’t that he had anything against Helyna, N’mor, or their dragons; he was just bored. Benden wasn’t as hot as Ista so spending too much time outside wasn’t nearly as enjoyable and they didn’t have a beach just a trek away. He could also go and start looking things up for Zelana for her return (assuming she didn’t Impress) but he kind of liked researching with her and didn’t want to start without her. Besides, some old friends had relocated to Benden when the Weyr first opened and spending more time with them really wasn’t the worst idea he had even if there wasn’t a beach.
A small part of him still hoped he didn’t Impress and argued that he should only Stand in Ista but Thallyath seemed to be on a two-year schedule and Ista only had a couple of other golds thanks to both being a small Weyr and the pruning some asshole had done to the population. If he wanted to be a dragonrider, he’d have to leave his comfort zone and deal with the fact that there was a much higher chance of a success rate if he went to other Weyrs.
So there he was, circling the clutch, doing his best not to make a snarky comment at N’mor for the show he was putting on for the young and impressionable Candidates from Holds that were amongst them. He could tease the bronzerider later about it. For now, Orgailian would play the perfect Candidate and Touch some eggs. He started with one that was slightly tilted, wondering if the egg was malformed on the bottom, if the sand shifted, or if the dragonet within had shifted and liked the angle. He was hoping for the latter as he placed his hand on the shell, thinking a quirky dragon would be a good way to start things off.
Egg 19, please
A small part of him still hoped he didn’t Impress and argued that he should only Stand in Ista but Thallyath seemed to be on a two-year schedule and Ista only had a couple of other golds thanks to both being a small Weyr and the pruning some asshole had done to the population. If he wanted to be a dragonrider, he’d have to leave his comfort zone and deal with the fact that there was a much higher chance of a success rate if he went to other Weyrs.
So there he was, circling the clutch, doing his best not to make a snarky comment at N’mor for the show he was putting on for the young and impressionable Candidates from Holds that were amongst them. He could tease the bronzerider later about it. For now, Orgailian would play the perfect Candidate and Touch some eggs. He started with one that was slightly tilted, wondering if the egg was malformed on the bottom, if the sand shifted, or if the dragonet within had shifted and liked the angle. He was hoping for the latter as he placed his hand on the shell, thinking a quirky dragon would be a good way to start things off.
Egg 19, please