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09.Jan.20, 11:08 PM
Helyna, wake up. Aradissicath says we can come back to the sands!
Helyna stirred reluctantly, her brain sluggish in the early morning and particularly so this chilly morning. The last thing she wanted to do was leave the warmth of her bed so early in the day, even for the promise of the heat of the hatching grounds. “What, already? I thought she’d banished you till after the Hatching because your bored sighs were annoying her.” Iliyith had been directed to the grounds immediately after her flight last month; the Weyrleaders seemed determined to avoid another surprise after the mess of her first clutch. While Aradissicath was normally tolerant, apparently even her patience had its limits.
She yawned widely, groping for a robe and her feet searching for slippers to avoid the chill of the stone floor. She really needed to get a new rug for the bedroom, she thought fuzzily, her mind losing track of the conversation.
Exactly! She says the eggs are hatching and we can watch. excitement and envy tinged her mind voice as Iliyith thought of the 40 eggs on the sands. She hoped to have such a spectacular clutch herself! We have to stay out of the way though and I said we would. The gold informed her rider mildly. Helyna stared uncomprehending at her dragon, pulling her robe tighter against a draft, then suddenly she heard the humming. “What? How is that possible? They only had the Touching yesterday for goodness sake.” Iliyith gave the impression of a shrug before pressing her nose to Helyna’s middle. Please just go get ready? I don’t want her to change her mind.
Stifling another yawn, Lyna slipped back into her room, finding something suitable to wear and washing her face. She could feel Iliyith’s impatience, so she didn’t try anything fancy with her hair, just ran a brush through to get the worst of the tangles out and pinned it back away from her eyes. A cup of klah helped perk her up a bit, and a muffin and second cup hastily consumed outside the grounds had her in a much more pleasant mood as she stepped inside.
Iliyith had already found a perch and was trying her hardest to keep still, and Helyna hid a smile at her dragon’s nerves. She quickly got out of the way of the chaos of the assembling candidates, finding a seat in the stands with a decent view. Iliyith, darling? When they arrive will you tell Niath where Tala can find me? She’d mentioned she was planning to come.
Helyna stirred reluctantly, her brain sluggish in the early morning and particularly so this chilly morning. The last thing she wanted to do was leave the warmth of her bed so early in the day, even for the promise of the heat of the hatching grounds. “What, already? I thought she’d banished you till after the Hatching because your bored sighs were annoying her.” Iliyith had been directed to the grounds immediately after her flight last month; the Weyrleaders seemed determined to avoid another surprise after the mess of her first clutch. While Aradissicath was normally tolerant, apparently even her patience had its limits.
She yawned widely, groping for a robe and her feet searching for slippers to avoid the chill of the stone floor. She really needed to get a new rug for the bedroom, she thought fuzzily, her mind losing track of the conversation.
Exactly! She says the eggs are hatching and we can watch. excitement and envy tinged her mind voice as Iliyith thought of the 40 eggs on the sands. She hoped to have such a spectacular clutch herself! We have to stay out of the way though and I said we would. The gold informed her rider mildly. Helyna stared uncomprehending at her dragon, pulling her robe tighter against a draft, then suddenly she heard the humming. “What? How is that possible? They only had the Touching yesterday for goodness sake.” Iliyith gave the impression of a shrug before pressing her nose to Helyna’s middle. Please just go get ready? I don’t want her to change her mind.
Stifling another yawn, Lyna slipped back into her room, finding something suitable to wear and washing her face. She could feel Iliyith’s impatience, so she didn’t try anything fancy with her hair, just ran a brush through to get the worst of the tangles out and pinned it back away from her eyes. A cup of klah helped perk her up a bit, and a muffin and second cup hastily consumed outside the grounds had her in a much more pleasant mood as she stepped inside.
Iliyith had already found a perch and was trying her hardest to keep still, and Helyna hid a smile at her dragon’s nerves. She quickly got out of the way of the chaos of the assembling candidates, finding a seat in the stands with a decent view. Iliyith, darling? When they arrive will you tell Niath where Tala can find me? She’d mentioned she was planning to come.
