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10.Jul.13, 03:44 AM
Nyvian was really drunk when he was woken up at the asscrack of dawn for a Hatching. Normally he would be nervous but determined to Impress, but with a certain amount of alcohol in his system that he did not sleep off... well. He was just pretty sharding drunk. He hadn't tried to go to bed until about an hour until dawn, shells, it was probably because he had lost Ryvian somewhere during the night. The twin swore he had his brother by his side and then the next moment, whoosh, he was gone! Nyvian actually dedicated quite a fair bit of time to relocating him, though Nyvian was considerably drunk at the time. It was likely he spent all of five minutes looking for Ryvian before collapsing into drunken shenanigans with a few of his friends.
Most of them were actually at his hut by the time the call went out. Some were riders, a few were Candidates much like himself, and all were in various stages of drunken stupor. Nyvian himself was convinced that it was a dream until one of his friends attempted to drag him off of the couch by his ankles. He assumed that his friend wasn't nearly as drunk as he was because shells did they have some amazing body strength to be able to haul him about! Oh, he had absolutely no idea why that mattered to him right now. Nyvian pushed himself up off the floor, and after being caught expertly by one of his friends he managed to make his way into his room to grab his Candidate's robe. Where was Ryvian? He certainly couldn't get dressed on his own.
Apparently he could, because he did, and likely left the hut minutes before Ryvian arrived. Of course, he found his twin on the Sands quickly enough, and Ryvian may or may not have been harassed a little by his brother's drunken antics. In previous Hatchings, Nyvian was always quiet... this Hatching he just wouldn't shut up. The eggs couldn't hatch nearly quick enough, because Nyvian spent most of the hours waiting for the Hatching to progress by failing to sober up to a decent level. His twin was smart to drink plenty of water, and Nyvian was convinced to have a little... and well, he managed to sober up somewhat but not nearly enough.
Ryvian had his twin hanging off of his arm for a good portion of the Hatching, even as Nyvian started to think straight. By the time the first eggs began to hatch, Nyvian could form coherent sentences and had the good sense to realize he was tired. But, they were in the middle of a Hatching, and as he sobered up his nerves returned to him, and he stopped chatting his twin's ears off. The young man grew silent, his eyes sharpening with the first signs of sobriety. He could still be categorized as drunk, and the Hatching to him seemed to be moving too fast. He couldn't quite keep track of what was happening, and a voice rocketing through his head didn't help matters.
You reek.
"Mhhmmm..." Nyvian mumbled, a little slow to the take.
I will get you cleaned up after I am fed. The dragonet seemed to have completely dismissed everyone else on the Hatching Sands - even Ryvian didn't get so much as a glance as Skorzanth's eyes connected to the younger twin's. They flashed rainbow, the colors of Impression, but again Nyvian was... terribly slow to realize what was going on. Can you walk? The bronze didn't even seemed concerned whether Nyvian could or could not - he just wanted to know.
"Of course, Kor." He wasn't going to try and say his dragonet's name right now.
The lengthy pause from the newly hatched Bronze was weighted with disapproval and what was likely begrudging acceptance.Skorzanth, the dragonet supplied helpfully.
"Sure thing, Kor." Nyvian was sure he gave his dragonet a thumbs up.
His dragonet.
It sunk into his mind then that he had just Impressed. Nyvian had stood for plenty of Hatchings before with his brother, and he had slowly grown convinced that he would never have a dragon of his own. But, yet, here one was, a Bronze too! Nyvian glanced over to his brother, offering Ryvian a smile that ended up a little goofy. He wasn't sober enough to realize the look on his brother's face, and not nearly sober enough to come to the realization that while he had Impressed... his twin hadn't.
You can do this. It is just a few steps to the side of the Sands. The bronze dragonet was beginning to believe that Nyvian needed a little encouragement to walk his smelly butt over to the edge of the Hatching Sands. He was terribly hungry, and Nyvian was being both negligent of himself and him. Skorzanth extended his neck to press his head to Nyvian's backside, trying to steady his bonded... but in the end only proved to imbalance him. Nyvian stumbled forward, and tripped forward in an awkward heap onto the sands.
Are you going to get up? The bronze wasn't exactly the picture of a doting dragon...
It took a few minutes, but the pair managed to stumble off to the side of the Hatching Sands, where Skorzanth could finally be fed and Nyvian could make an earnest attempt to not cry as he thought over the fact that he had finally sharding Impressed! Once Skorzanth was settled in, Nyvian looked around for his twin, and was vastly relieved that Ryvian was coming to him rather than the other way around.
"Hey, come meet Kor!"
Skorzanth, the dragonet supplied helpfully.
"Skorzanth." A pause, and then a grin that was reminiscent of childish glee flashed across Nyvian's face. "So, what's your dragon's name?" he asked his twin.
Most of them were actually at his hut by the time the call went out. Some were riders, a few were Candidates much like himself, and all were in various stages of drunken stupor. Nyvian himself was convinced that it was a dream until one of his friends attempted to drag him off of the couch by his ankles. He assumed that his friend wasn't nearly as drunk as he was because shells did they have some amazing body strength to be able to haul him about! Oh, he had absolutely no idea why that mattered to him right now. Nyvian pushed himself up off the floor, and after being caught expertly by one of his friends he managed to make his way into his room to grab his Candidate's robe. Where was Ryvian? He certainly couldn't get dressed on his own.
Apparently he could, because he did, and likely left the hut minutes before Ryvian arrived. Of course, he found his twin on the Sands quickly enough, and Ryvian may or may not have been harassed a little by his brother's drunken antics. In previous Hatchings, Nyvian was always quiet... this Hatching he just wouldn't shut up. The eggs couldn't hatch nearly quick enough, because Nyvian spent most of the hours waiting for the Hatching to progress by failing to sober up to a decent level. His twin was smart to drink plenty of water, and Nyvian was convinced to have a little... and well, he managed to sober up somewhat but not nearly enough.
Ryvian had his twin hanging off of his arm for a good portion of the Hatching, even as Nyvian started to think straight. By the time the first eggs began to hatch, Nyvian could form coherent sentences and had the good sense to realize he was tired. But, they were in the middle of a Hatching, and as he sobered up his nerves returned to him, and he stopped chatting his twin's ears off. The young man grew silent, his eyes sharpening with the first signs of sobriety. He could still be categorized as drunk, and the Hatching to him seemed to be moving too fast. He couldn't quite keep track of what was happening, and a voice rocketing through his head didn't help matters.
"Mhhmmm..." Nyvian mumbled, a little slow to the take.
"Of course, Kor." He wasn't going to try and say his dragonet's name right now.
The lengthy pause from the newly hatched Bronze was weighted with disapproval and what was likely begrudging acceptance.
"Sure thing, Kor." Nyvian was sure he gave his dragonet a thumbs up.
His dragonet.
It sunk into his mind then that he had just Impressed. Nyvian had stood for plenty of Hatchings before with his brother, and he had slowly grown convinced that he would never have a dragon of his own. But, yet, here one was, a Bronze too! Nyvian glanced over to his brother, offering Ryvian a smile that ended up a little goofy. He wasn't sober enough to realize the look on his brother's face, and not nearly sober enough to come to the realization that while he had Impressed... his twin hadn't.
It took a few minutes, but the pair managed to stumble off to the side of the Hatching Sands, where Skorzanth could finally be fed and Nyvian could make an earnest attempt to not cry as he thought over the fact that he had finally sharding Impressed! Once Skorzanth was settled in, Nyvian looked around for his twin, and was vastly relieved that Ryvian was coming to him rather than the other way around.
"Hey, come meet Kor!"
"Skorzanth." A pause, and then a grin that was reminiscent of childish glee flashed across Nyvian's face. "So, what's your dragon's name?" he asked his twin.
