12.Feb.21, 11:54 AM
Ulliendis muttered something impolite and mostly incomprehensible when someone shook him awake. He batted the hand away. Of course he had heard the loud screeching about a Hatching beginning but it was far too early and cold to get up. So he hadn’t. And then the shaking started. And continued. Rude! Fine, he’d get up!
He sat up in looked around bleary-eyed at all the commotion happening around him. Boys of all ages were running in every direction yelling about food or even baths while others looked just as tired as he felt but were putting on boots and hideous robes. Right—those robes. He had been given one after the Touching and Ulliendis laughed, thinking it was a great joke. It wasn’t. They actually wanted him in that horrible and rough fabric. Life in a Weyr was so tragic!
He ran a hand through his hair and decided that was also tragic and did his best to pat it down as he continued to wake up. Eventually he got himself out of his pyjamas and into that robe and worried he would break out in hives at any moment. He’d gotten a tad spoiled over the years and tailored clothes in finer fabric filled his chest of clothes at the foot of his bed. Instinctively Ulliendis reached for a necklace to help jazz it up a bit but remembered the rules and frowned. Weyr life was tragic and barbaric! But he went along with it, mostly because he was too tired for a debate.
As put together as he felt he could be given the circumstances, Ulliendis followed behind some Candidates that seemed to know what they were doing and joined in the jog from one slightly warm room to a much hotter one. This was the room to be in! They needed to have slumber parties in here. So toasty and so much space! Maybe he’d suggest that later on. First he had to survive his first Hatching.
Ulliendis glanced around, taking in the room he had seen before with the Touching but he’d been too nervous at the time to focus on more than making sure he didn’t trip and kill an egg since that was a thing that could apparently happen! He’d been assured by a lot of people that rampaging golds weren’t normal but he’d been in the Weyr at that time for about two weeks and had never attended a Hatching or read much about their histories before. He was working on a lot of trust but so far it hadn’t led him astray.
He sat up in looked around bleary-eyed at all the commotion happening around him. Boys of all ages were running in every direction yelling about food or even baths while others looked just as tired as he felt but were putting on boots and hideous robes. Right—those robes. He had been given one after the Touching and Ulliendis laughed, thinking it was a great joke. It wasn’t. They actually wanted him in that horrible and rough fabric. Life in a Weyr was so tragic!
He ran a hand through his hair and decided that was also tragic and did his best to pat it down as he continued to wake up. Eventually he got himself out of his pyjamas and into that robe and worried he would break out in hives at any moment. He’d gotten a tad spoiled over the years and tailored clothes in finer fabric filled his chest of clothes at the foot of his bed. Instinctively Ulliendis reached for a necklace to help jazz it up a bit but remembered the rules and frowned. Weyr life was tragic and barbaric! But he went along with it, mostly because he was too tired for a debate.
As put together as he felt he could be given the circumstances, Ulliendis followed behind some Candidates that seemed to know what they were doing and joined in the jog from one slightly warm room to a much hotter one. This was the room to be in! They needed to have slumber parties in here. So toasty and so much space! Maybe he’d suggest that later on. First he had to survive his first Hatching.
Ulliendis glanced around, taking in the room he had seen before with the Touching but he’d been too nervous at the time to focus on more than making sure he didn’t trip and kill an egg since that was a thing that could apparently happen! He’d been assured by a lot of people that rampaging golds weren’t normal but he’d been in the Weyr at that time for about two weeks and had never attended a Hatching or read much about their histories before. He was working on a lot of trust but so far it hadn’t led him astray.