12.Feb.21, 12:39 PM
Orgailian laid in his cot as others rushed around him. He wasn’t in any hurry and not just because he didn’t want to get up. He may not Stand as regularly as others but he’d attended enough Standing or in the stands to know there would be time. It wasn’t always a guarantee that they would have an hour or more to wait but he was willing to risk it to avoid waiting around bored.
He didn’t even care one way or the other about the drama from the Touching. He hadn’t been in that group though a couple of siblings were. Everyone survived and the injured weren’t badly off. Sure, it sucked some guy his sister liked was banned but examples had to be made and he wasn’t going to hold a grudge over someone he didn’t know. Mylorah could be angry all she wanted but Orgailian didn’t care. He barely even knew Cazan anyway and didn’t expect her to bend over for him just because he was related to her mate.
A Candidate came over to him, no doubt trying to get him to move, and Orgailian silently flipped him off and the guy skittered off. He’d move when he was ready to. It wasn’t like he had to style his hair or do more than slip into the robe and tie up his shoes. It was tempting to drift back to sleep but even he didn’t want to push his luck with that. He was still somewhat on the fence about Impressing but he wasn’t going to do anything stupid to block his chances at it.
He took out his journal and decided he could start writing his thoughts that were drifting around in his mind and make notes about how others prepared for the Hatching. At one point when he looked up from the page to gather a thought, he was distracted by someone doing stretches. Was that a normal thing upon waking or was that part of their routine for a Hatching? To each their own, he supposed. He was the one journaling currently so in this one particular instance, he couldn’t judge.
Eventually he did get up and change, joining a small group of stragglers. They ran through the cold night but Orgailian took his time, using it as a way to help wake himself up further. He was definitely born for the hotter climates like Ista but a short blast of winter wouldn’t kill him. When he arrived, he saw family on the Sands and in the stands. He lifted a hand in acknowledgement to the family sitting down and meandered further inside finding a spot that wasn’t too crowded.
He didn’t even care one way or the other about the drama from the Touching. He hadn’t been in that group though a couple of siblings were. Everyone survived and the injured weren’t badly off. Sure, it sucked some guy his sister liked was banned but examples had to be made and he wasn’t going to hold a grudge over someone he didn’t know. Mylorah could be angry all she wanted but Orgailian didn’t care. He barely even knew Cazan anyway and didn’t expect her to bend over for him just because he was related to her mate.
A Candidate came over to him, no doubt trying to get him to move, and Orgailian silently flipped him off and the guy skittered off. He’d move when he was ready to. It wasn’t like he had to style his hair or do more than slip into the robe and tie up his shoes. It was tempting to drift back to sleep but even he didn’t want to push his luck with that. He was still somewhat on the fence about Impressing but he wasn’t going to do anything stupid to block his chances at it.
He took out his journal and decided he could start writing his thoughts that were drifting around in his mind and make notes about how others prepared for the Hatching. At one point when he looked up from the page to gather a thought, he was distracted by someone doing stretches. Was that a normal thing upon waking or was that part of their routine for a Hatching? To each their own, he supposed. He was the one journaling currently so in this one particular instance, he couldn’t judge.
Eventually he did get up and change, joining a small group of stragglers. They ran through the cold night but Orgailian took his time, using it as a way to help wake himself up further. He was definitely born for the hotter climates like Ista but a short blast of winter wouldn’t kill him. When he arrived, he saw family on the Sands and in the stands. He lifted a hand in acknowledgement to the family sitting down and meandered further inside finding a spot that wasn’t too crowded.