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21.Nov.13, 01:07 AM
Indamor, weyrbrat (B'jin's son)
Despite the excitement surging through the youngsters of the Weyr – most notably those that had been granted places within the first group of candidates to Touch the eggs, Indamor didn’t feel any particular need to act ridiculously or to rush through his morning chores like everyone else. Unfortunately, everyone else’s desire to run around and do things half-heartedly in order to get away sooner, was causing Indamor to pick up the pieces as he did his own work. He was not required to, and he certainly wasn’t operating under any particular expectations that he do so. But Indamor was a naturally tidily inclined individual and it was generally easier to pick up their mess than to try and make them do it again themselves. Easier for him to do it, and to make notes which would be passed on to the supervisors they were supposed to be reporting to.
He managed to finish about a quarter of an hour before the session was supposed to start, and Indamor gathered that left him plenty of time to clean up and go and collect some food on the way to the Hatching Circuit, though he didn’t expect he’d get a huge amount of time in which to eat it. At any rate, the young man had a slice of thick bread with cheese melted on top when he entered the building, taking a moment to brush damp hair off his face before moving towards where the candidates were gathered with his father and a couple of (official) Assistants.
“Sir,” Indamor’s greeting was mild mannered and polite as he found himself a spot within the group, glancing around to see who else had arrived. Some potential goldriders, a few guys at various ages, and no Telrynd to be seen. Well, he would be along soon enough, Indamor decided, watching his father thoughtfully. Undoubtedly so would R’nd; the unofficial attendant was always hovering around somewhere, though the young man had yet to decide if that was because he was attached to B’jin by an incredibly strong coil-cord, or because he actually enjoyed assisting with teaching them.
Munching on his bread, Indamor watched his fellows curiously while waiting impatiently (very much so on the inside, and not at all on the outside) for his father to give permission for them to start parading around the Eggs.
Despite the excitement surging through the youngsters of the Weyr – most notably those that had been granted places within the first group of candidates to Touch the eggs, Indamor didn’t feel any particular need to act ridiculously or to rush through his morning chores like everyone else. Unfortunately, everyone else’s desire to run around and do things half-heartedly in order to get away sooner, was causing Indamor to pick up the pieces as he did his own work. He was not required to, and he certainly wasn’t operating under any particular expectations that he do so. But Indamor was a naturally tidily inclined individual and it was generally easier to pick up their mess than to try and make them do it again themselves. Easier for him to do it, and to make notes which would be passed on to the supervisors they were supposed to be reporting to.
He managed to finish about a quarter of an hour before the session was supposed to start, and Indamor gathered that left him plenty of time to clean up and go and collect some food on the way to the Hatching Circuit, though he didn’t expect he’d get a huge amount of time in which to eat it. At any rate, the young man had a slice of thick bread with cheese melted on top when he entered the building, taking a moment to brush damp hair off his face before moving towards where the candidates were gathered with his father and a couple of (official) Assistants.
“Sir,” Indamor’s greeting was mild mannered and polite as he found himself a spot within the group, glancing around to see who else had arrived. Some potential goldriders, a few guys at various ages, and no Telrynd to be seen. Well, he would be along soon enough, Indamor decided, watching his father thoughtfully. Undoubtedly so would R’nd; the unofficial attendant was always hovering around somewhere, though the young man had yet to decide if that was because he was attached to B’jin by an incredibly strong coil-cord, or because he actually enjoyed assisting with teaching them.
Munching on his bread, Indamor watched his fellows curiously while waiting impatiently (very much so on the inside, and not at all on the outside) for his father to give permission for them to start parading around the Eggs.
