02.Jul.21, 02:18 PM
It was hot as balls and Madelan hated it. He hated everything about the sticky, sweaty situation. He'd decided he wasn't built for this shit no matter what people had said about it being abnormal. He was debating whether he would go home instead of staying for the hatching but the knowledge that he could impress here made him stay. He definitely wasn't going to spend any of his time remaining here if he didn't. Hop the next dragon back to Fort where the weather was normal. Fuck this. He didn't even want to put his robes on when Iliyith made the call around humming. Butterball was a sprawled mess and Madelan hadn't bothered to wake the poor fat gold when he left.
Now he stood in the sweltering heat of the sands, waving his robes against his body to try to create a breeze as sweat dripped down his legs. He grimaced harshly, mouth pulling down in a disgusted frown. He should've gone back home. He sighed and puff a breath up across his face before wiping sweat away.
Now he stood in the sweltering heat of the sands, waving his robes against his body to try to create a breeze as sweat dripped down his legs. He grimaced harshly, mouth pulling down in a disgusted frown. He should've gone back home. He sighed and puff a breath up across his face before wiping sweat away.