30.Jan.21, 04:51 PM
He'd be heading home after this hatch. Provided, of course, that he didn't impress when this clutch finally cracked their shells. Landen was missing home, though he had no one really in the weyr to miss him, and wanted to see Benden again. Maybe he missed the cute little drudges there, he didn't know, but he missed it. Maybe next time he'd just stick to Benden instead of wandering the entire length of the continent in hopes of impressing. He strode into the sands with the rest of them, watching others touching and moving away before he figured out an egg to touch.
Landen was forever optimistic, not much bothered the man, and bumping into other candidates as he shuffled through the eggs wasn't a bother. Even if it was for some. He laid his hand on the warm, bumpy shell of one of the eggs and did what he was supposed to. Think happy thoughts right?
Egg #7
Landen was forever optimistic, not much bothered the man, and bumping into other candidates as he shuffled through the eggs wasn't a bother. Even if it was for some. He laid his hand on the warm, bumpy shell of one of the eggs and did what he was supposed to. Think happy thoughts right?
Egg #7