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29.Nov.13, 01:28 PM
Kicking off his boots, Bordtai did not even bother getting undressed before climbing into his bed. It was probably a good thing in all honesty as ten minutes later there was a commotion coming through the candidate barracks where all of the younger candidates were bunked. A Hatching? Now? He sat up and blinked as glow baskets were thrown open and people shaken awake. Yup, there it was, that familiar dragon hum that always greeted the new hatchlings into the world.
He had come to expect the hatchings at the earliest hours of the morning, but at such a late time at night? Most folks had only just gotten to bed like himself.
“Well, Shards and shells.” He said grumbling as he kicked his feet back off the bed and started searching for the boots that had been kicked off unceremoniously. Finding one, he pulled it on and laced it up before flipping over in his bed and checking underneath. Sure enough, there was his second.
Boots on, check. Pants, check. Robe… Pulling at the tunic that was still on him, he tugged it off over his head before digging through the trunk at the foot of his bunk to find his candidate robes. They had just been refitted for him recently and for once they didn’t seem to be swimming on him. The boost of confidence as a tiny one as he pulled the robe tight around the ribs he could count, but it was still a boost.
Running a hand through his hair, he knew there was nothing he could do beyond that to make it more presentable before he made his way toward the hatching sands among the group of larger candidates. He was still short among the majority, but as he grew older there were younger classmates joining the ranks. No longer was he the smallest boy on the sands, just close to it.
He stood in line near Trelanvor as the teacher B’jin looked over the candidates one by one before letting them onto the sands. Trelavnor’s excitement was contagious and while the boy had briefly sobered up for his inspection, Bordtai found himself wanting to join in his near-bouncing enthusiasm. A brief inspection from B’jin and the small boy was following the larger one onto the sands to stand nearby.
Here they were once more, standing before the sands. It was another clutch from Bronze Torath too. A personal favorite of his and Bordtai seriously couldn’t wait to see his wonderful children. He had been considering recently skipping hatchings, as a male candidate he had the choice to stand when he wanted and to skip when he wanted. Perhaps he would start making a point of only standing for Torath’s clutches whenever he caught a queen. How wonderful would it be to ride one of that bronzes children in flight? Perhaps if he impressed to a child of Torath’s he would make the bronze rider N’kal proud.
He had come to expect the hatchings at the earliest hours of the morning, but at such a late time at night? Most folks had only just gotten to bed like himself.
“Well, Shards and shells.” He said grumbling as he kicked his feet back off the bed and started searching for the boots that had been kicked off unceremoniously. Finding one, he pulled it on and laced it up before flipping over in his bed and checking underneath. Sure enough, there was his second.
Boots on, check. Pants, check. Robe… Pulling at the tunic that was still on him, he tugged it off over his head before digging through the trunk at the foot of his bunk to find his candidate robes. They had just been refitted for him recently and for once they didn’t seem to be swimming on him. The boost of confidence as a tiny one as he pulled the robe tight around the ribs he could count, but it was still a boost.
Running a hand through his hair, he knew there was nothing he could do beyond that to make it more presentable before he made his way toward the hatching sands among the group of larger candidates. He was still short among the majority, but as he grew older there were younger classmates joining the ranks. No longer was he the smallest boy on the sands, just close to it.
He stood in line near Trelanvor as the teacher B’jin looked over the candidates one by one before letting them onto the sands. Trelavnor’s excitement was contagious and while the boy had briefly sobered up for his inspection, Bordtai found himself wanting to join in his near-bouncing enthusiasm. A brief inspection from B’jin and the small boy was following the larger one onto the sands to stand nearby.
Here they were once more, standing before the sands. It was another clutch from Bronze Torath too. A personal favorite of his and Bordtai seriously couldn’t wait to see his wonderful children. He had been considering recently skipping hatchings, as a male candidate he had the choice to stand when he wanted and to skip when he wanted. Perhaps he would start making a point of only standing for Torath’s clutches whenever he caught a queen. How wonderful would it be to ride one of that bronzes children in flight? Perhaps if he impressed to a child of Torath’s he would make the bronze rider N’kal proud.
