02.Jul.21, 02:51 PM
Fuck all of this bullshit. Rhamnus was in an especially cranky mood as he stood on the Sands near a table set up with water and fruit and a few other snacks. Damn dragons never had the courtesy to pick a good time to drag everyone out to their hatchings. He dragged a towel across his face for what felt like the millionth time. He glared at the fruit on the table as his stomach gave a rumble; it was for the candidates, in case of them got a bit wobbly in the heat and needed to have something shoved in them to prevent or recover from fainting, but he'd been just about to have lunch when things started and he was a bit hungry. Eh, he'd leave them for his potential patients.
Instead he called for Bitty, sending her off to his personal quarters to grab a muffin he'd baked earlier and bring it to him. He gave her a small pat on the head before sending her away to safety and taking a bite. Fuck was it hot. Too hot. At least his new boots were much better at keeping his feet from roasting than the old ones, even though they still weren't quite broken in and were a little uncomfortable on his toes.
The sight of a candidate already starting to wobble made him scowl as he scarfed down the rest of his muffin and grabbed a water skin, stalking out to scold the boy as he tried to get him hydrated. "Come on, it's only going to get worse the longer you're out here, drink as much as you can without making yourself sick."
Once that boy had been sorted out, Rham took a look around and spotted August, giving her the briefest flash of a smile and a nod. He made his way back to his station, beckoning one of the drudges they'd recruited to help and handing him the water skin to go refill. Hopefully this would all just go quickly and smoothly and he wouldn't have to add to his growing list of heat stroke patients who refused to stay hydrated.
Instead he called for Bitty, sending her off to his personal quarters to grab a muffin he'd baked earlier and bring it to him. He gave her a small pat on the head before sending her away to safety and taking a bite. Fuck was it hot. Too hot. At least his new boots were much better at keeping his feet from roasting than the old ones, even though they still weren't quite broken in and were a little uncomfortable on his toes.
The sight of a candidate already starting to wobble made him scowl as he scarfed down the rest of his muffin and grabbed a water skin, stalking out to scold the boy as he tried to get him hydrated. "Come on, it's only going to get worse the longer you're out here, drink as much as you can without making yourself sick."
Once that boy had been sorted out, Rham took a look around and spotted August, giving her the briefest flash of a smile and a nod. He made his way back to his station, beckoning one of the drudges they'd recruited to help and handing him the water skin to go refill. Hopefully this would all just go quickly and smoothly and he wouldn't have to add to his growing list of heat stroke patients who refused to stay hydrated.