Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
19.Feb.12, 11:08 AM
Kerrin stood with uncharacteristic solemnity as he listened to G'rem's speech with only half an ear. He knew the routine, even if he hadn't been allowed to stand for Nirinath's first clutch. He'd dreamed of this moment often enough since boyhood to have already gone through every single motion in his mind, step-by-step, at least a thousand times. His father, too, had lectured him time and time again on what would be expected of him once he'd stepped foot on the Hatching Circuit - and from the unusual hoarseness of the old brownrider's voice and the way those searching dark eyes had met his own in the morning hours before Kerrin had joined his class for their Touching, the boy somehow knew that his father was just as anxious as he was. The man would never say it aloud, but Kerrin suspected that B'ker was just as eager to see his boy Impressed as the weyrbrat was himself to step onto those sands on Hatching day and find his proper lifemate.
Kerrin loved Ayyonth, he really did, and Zhiranth too. He reveled in the closeness he felt with them, well knowing that the ability to hear and communicate with another's dragon as clearly as he did with those two was a very rare gift. But for all the joy and pride he felt when he felt the warmth of Ayyonth's affection or Zhiranth's reassuring protectiveness touching gently upon his mind, the boy was also acutely aware that there was simply no way those weak and tenuous mind-links could possibly compare to the bond that R'nd or his father shared with their respective dragons. He could not possibly know what it felt like to share your entire being with another creature, but shells, he wanted to! He craved it. Kerrin had overheard those foolish hold-bred Stolens whispering about how horrifying it must be to 'sacrifice one's entire life and soul' to a dragon, or some other such ignorant nonsense. The weyrbrat suppressed a scoff as he revisited those thoughts, his gaze lingering a moment on the other Candidates as they walked in a single-file line ahead of him towards the sands. What did they know?
For a rider, being with his dragon was Completion.
Soon enough it was his turn to green Nirinath, and he faced the gorgeous gold beast he felt those tense and unsavory thoughts simply evaporate beneath the sheer force of his awe for the queen in that moment. Kerrin acknowledged, easily, that in many ways he was a selfish, bratty, and insolent boy. That was the whole reason he hadn't stood for Katila's first clutch, after all, and even though his attitude had improved vastly since then it still simply wasn't in his nature to easily show respect or deference towards others. However, when widened almond-shaped eyes met those of the gleaming golden queen, Kerrin felt his head dip in a bow as if of its own accord, a lump of emotion rising to his throat. "Thanks, Nirinath," he whispered, voice thick, and he could feel the beginnings of hot tears welling up in his eyes as it hit him: maybe, just maybe, there was a dragon waiting out there for him.
And if there was, it was all thanks to this beautiful, glowing creature in front of him.
Kerrin bowed once more to the weyrleaders, hastily, quite obviously feeling rather embarrassed to have lost his composure so thoroughly and in front of so many other Candidates. They were all older than him, and Stolens at that, which didn't help matters any when it came to his self-consciousness. Quickly he made his way to the clutch, dragging a sleeve across his eyes and hoping the others were all so overwhelmed by their Touchings that they wouldn't notice his quiet sniffling as he knelt reverently beside a rather eye-catching egg. The unique pattern on its shell appealed to him; in fact, dare he say that the yellow and green crosshatching pattern was rather stylish? He smiled at the thought that a little fashionista dragon might be lurking inside of it. Well, who knew? Kerrin reached out, gingerly touching the Irresponsible Flight egg.
Kerrin loved Ayyonth, he really did, and Zhiranth too. He reveled in the closeness he felt with them, well knowing that the ability to hear and communicate with another's dragon as clearly as he did with those two was a very rare gift. But for all the joy and pride he felt when he felt the warmth of Ayyonth's affection or Zhiranth's reassuring protectiveness touching gently upon his mind, the boy was also acutely aware that there was simply no way those weak and tenuous mind-links could possibly compare to the bond that R'nd or his father shared with their respective dragons. He could not possibly know what it felt like to share your entire being with another creature, but shells, he wanted to! He craved it. Kerrin had overheard those foolish hold-bred Stolens whispering about how horrifying it must be to 'sacrifice one's entire life and soul' to a dragon, or some other such ignorant nonsense. The weyrbrat suppressed a scoff as he revisited those thoughts, his gaze lingering a moment on the other Candidates as they walked in a single-file line ahead of him towards the sands. What did they know?
For a rider, being with his dragon was Completion.
Soon enough it was his turn to green Nirinath, and he faced the gorgeous gold beast he felt those tense and unsavory thoughts simply evaporate beneath the sheer force of his awe for the queen in that moment. Kerrin acknowledged, easily, that in many ways he was a selfish, bratty, and insolent boy. That was the whole reason he hadn't stood for Katila's first clutch, after all, and even though his attitude had improved vastly since then it still simply wasn't in his nature to easily show respect or deference towards others. However, when widened almond-shaped eyes met those of the gleaming golden queen, Kerrin felt his head dip in a bow as if of its own accord, a lump of emotion rising to his throat. "Thanks, Nirinath," he whispered, voice thick, and he could feel the beginnings of hot tears welling up in his eyes as it hit him: maybe, just maybe, there was a dragon waiting out there for him.
And if there was, it was all thanks to this beautiful, glowing creature in front of him.
Kerrin bowed once more to the weyrleaders, hastily, quite obviously feeling rather embarrassed to have lost his composure so thoroughly and in front of so many other Candidates. They were all older than him, and Stolens at that, which didn't help matters any when it came to his self-consciousness. Quickly he made his way to the clutch, dragging a sleeve across his eyes and hoping the others were all so overwhelmed by their Touchings that they wouldn't notice his quiet sniffling as he knelt reverently beside a rather eye-catching egg. The unique pattern on its shell appealed to him; in fact, dare he say that the yellow and green crosshatching pattern was rather stylish? He smiled at the thought that a little fashionista dragon might be lurking inside of it. Well, who knew? Kerrin reached out, gingerly touching the Irresponsible Flight egg.
