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04.Mar.13, 06:22 PM
When Oahvakeen was Stolen, Isscer was already there. He'd probably seen glimpses of the man here and there, but honestly, for Oahvakeen, unless he'd had a long and memorable conversation, that person simply didn't exist in his world. He had been Searched for his good skill in metalcraft and brought in as a Candidate. But he had been avoiding the task as much as possible. So far, his methods included standing as much away from the hatchings as possible, and repeating his mantra, "Please don't pick me, I don't want a dragon" all in his head. So far, it had worked.
Volunteers were needed to clean out the hatching sands, and Oahvakeen was sent to the task as punishment. His instructor had advised him to come in to work on an irregular day for extra hours, and even though Oahvakeen had adamantly refused and spent the day sleeping, he had still been chalked up as insubordination and failing to show up for work.
"I don't get what the big deal is about dragons. Everyone going around with a dragon here, a dragon there, as if Katila were just a crazy lady's pet-hoarding home. ", he mumbled beneath his breath as he walked into the vast room, sands too hot for bare feet. He wasn't even going to begin to mention how odd it was to see people talking to themselves all the time, only to realize later that they were talking to their dragons.
"Technically, no. But the brooding queen is already extremely agitated, so consistency is a slight comfort. Anything that the Weyr can do to make her feel more comfortable. It's like giving a menstruating women some herbal tea. The majority of the lumpiness is from the dragonet's hatching. All the egg goop and shell shards get stuck to the sand and form lumps, like how an oyster gets a grain of sand caught and covers it with its saliva to make it more comfortable and it eventually turns into a pearl. I remember a healer saying that pimples and acne were basically the same reaction. I heard a rumor, that once, on a different planet, the terrain was rocky and dry, and they would take care of their fields the same way as these sands, raking straight lines through all the rocks and stones and pebbles to make the rocks more orderly.", he wasn't spoken to, but he couldn't help replying.
Oahvakeen looked down at the man's legs. "Try two pairs of socks next time. It seems too hot, but it provides extra comfort and shielding from the heat and your body sweat gets caught up in the material and becomes like an ice pack against your skin to cool you down. You'd stink more, of course, but I find it always gets the job done. ", he gestured to his own legs where he wore a standard-issue pair of shoes and three pairs of socks, almost as thick as a cast.
"You don't look like you volunteered for this task, today. Did you get into trouble, like me?", he inquired.
Volunteers were needed to clean out the hatching sands, and Oahvakeen was sent to the task as punishment. His instructor had advised him to come in to work on an irregular day for extra hours, and even though Oahvakeen had adamantly refused and spent the day sleeping, he had still been chalked up as insubordination and failing to show up for work.
"I don't get what the big deal is about dragons. Everyone going around with a dragon here, a dragon there, as if Katila were just a crazy lady's pet-hoarding home. ", he mumbled beneath his breath as he walked into the vast room, sands too hot for bare feet. He wasn't even going to begin to mention how odd it was to see people talking to themselves all the time, only to realize later that they were talking to their dragons.
"Technically, no. But the brooding queen is already extremely agitated, so consistency is a slight comfort. Anything that the Weyr can do to make her feel more comfortable. It's like giving a menstruating women some herbal tea. The majority of the lumpiness is from the dragonet's hatching. All the egg goop and shell shards get stuck to the sand and form lumps, like how an oyster gets a grain of sand caught and covers it with its saliva to make it more comfortable and it eventually turns into a pearl. I remember a healer saying that pimples and acne were basically the same reaction. I heard a rumor, that once, on a different planet, the terrain was rocky and dry, and they would take care of their fields the same way as these sands, raking straight lines through all the rocks and stones and pebbles to make the rocks more orderly.", he wasn't spoken to, but he couldn't help replying.
Oahvakeen looked down at the man's legs. "Try two pairs of socks next time. It seems too hot, but it provides extra comfort and shielding from the heat and your body sweat gets caught up in the material and becomes like an ice pack against your skin to cool you down. You'd stink more, of course, but I find it always gets the job done. ", he gestured to his own legs where he wore a standard-issue pair of shoes and three pairs of socks, almost as thick as a cast.
"You don't look like you volunteered for this task, today. Did you get into trouble, like me?", he inquired.
