29.Jul.22, 04:06 PM
Sh’ran had a slight preference for “middle of the night” Hatchings over “super early morning” Hatchings. The line between the two was slightly vague and fuzzy and not always consistent, but Sh’ran liked to tell himself this was a “middle of the night” Hatching and therefore sucked less. At some point, his body may realize that and wake the fuck up properly.
Still, he’d made it to the Stands before anyone Impressed—there were baby dragons on the Sands, but no one had Impressed yet so he wasn’t late. Misha blinked around at the Stands trying to find people to sit with—Dyoricath was sitting with Coroth, as usual, but Sh’ran couldn’t seem to find C’dhin and didn’t want to ask Dyo to find out from Coroth. It was too late and or early to deal with Dyoricath’s put upon sighing. He did, however, manage to pick out Kor’is from the crowd, and Misha immediately headed over to him. His friend was sitting alone, at that simply would not do! Especially if he was sitting alone on purpose.
“Kordi,” Sh’ran greeted, plunking himself down in the seat next to Kor’is as a murmur went through the crowd at whatever was happening on the Sands. Without waiting for a response he threw an arm around his shoulders and slumped against him. “Sleepy,” he added, letting his face smush into Kor’is’ collarbone.
Still, he’d made it to the Stands before anyone Impressed—there were baby dragons on the Sands, but no one had Impressed yet so he wasn’t late. Misha blinked around at the Stands trying to find people to sit with—Dyoricath was sitting with Coroth, as usual, but Sh’ran couldn’t seem to find C’dhin and didn’t want to ask Dyo to find out from Coroth. It was too late and or early to deal with Dyoricath’s put upon sighing. He did, however, manage to pick out Kor’is from the crowd, and Misha immediately headed over to him. His friend was sitting alone, at that simply would not do! Especially if he was sitting alone on purpose.
“Kordi,” Sh’ran greeted, plunking himself down in the seat next to Kor’is as a murmur went through the crowd at whatever was happening on the Sands. Without waiting for a response he threw an arm around his shoulders and slumped against him. “Sleepy,” he added, letting his face smush into Kor’is’ collarbone.