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27.Dec.23, 05:24 AM
Mylorah, Amagrith tried to whisper but the mental nudging she also gave wasn't quite as soft. She hated to bother her rider when she was so happy and sleeping next to Z'kel, but this was important. Mylorah! It's time! She tried again with more force and volume, which woke the woman with a grumble.
Time for what? I don't remember any engagements coming up, then again, she was terrible at remembering them to begin with so there was a chance Amagrith was on to something. But she really didn't want to get up and check the little notebook or calendar L'ri and T'ryn had respectively given her to help stay organized. The eggs are wiggling! Well, one is. Oh. Well, that was a fairly important engagement, wasn't it?
Mylorah did her own wiggling to free herself of Tazikel's light hold, apologizing when he mumbled his own complaints about being awake so soon after falling asleep, and set about finding everything she had picked out for the Hatching. Honestly, she wouldn't have put too much thought into it, but she had to deal with Amagrith and Tazikel impressing the importance of looking and acting like a Junior Weyrwoman that was cool and confident in her maiden Hatching. That was all well and good and she even agreed--until Tazikel's eyes lit up with the realisation he got to dress her up again. At least the dress didn't have layers and was a length she preferred. It was actually super cute and possibly even something she would have picked out herself if she had been told to find a lovely dress.
In truth, it was likely too early to doll herself up, but Mylorah didn't want to chance everything happening too quickly and therefore miss her opportunity to change. So into the deep maroon dress she went. It fit perfectly, because of course it did. Tazikel didn't miss once he had her measurements. The v-neckline showed the right amount of cleavage to be only slightly scandalous in the Holds while the length hit mid-thigh, but as shorts. The actual dress portion came in the form of the lacy layer (though it barely counted as another layer when compared to the Hold contraptions) that gave her flowy sleeves to her elbows and draped down her body to her ankles for the illusion of modesty. For footwear, she had the best pair of sandals ever, all thanks to L'ri commissioning Cazan. He showed Cazan her favourite pair of knee-high boots and asked to have a pair of sandals resembling them and her fellow goldrider had done a brilliant job.
For the briefest moment Mylorah debated wearing jewellery or doing something fancy with her hair, but that was going too far so it remained down and the accessories stayed in their little box. She wanted to make a good impression, but she was still going to keep a large part of who she actually was showing. With a deep breath that was released slowly to steady herself, she headed down to the Sands to take stock of everything. It turned out, it wasn't a lot. As Amagrith said, one egg was occasionally wobbling and did so alone for the half hour they watched together.
It was another hour before a second egg wobbled and it was enough to send word of the Hatching beginning. It was decided that spectators could arrive when they wished, but the Candidates could continue to stay in the barracks and be at the ready for when more action started. Mylorah didn't see the need of everyone standing around hot and bored for what could be hours yet. She knew firsthand several times over how much that sucked and insisted it was fine to keep the Candidates secluded in their far more comfortable barracks.
Time for what? I don't remember any engagements coming up, then again, she was terrible at remembering them to begin with so there was a chance Amagrith was on to something. But she really didn't want to get up and check the little notebook or calendar L'ri and T'ryn had respectively given her to help stay organized. The eggs are wiggling! Well, one is. Oh. Well, that was a fairly important engagement, wasn't it?
Mylorah did her own wiggling to free herself of Tazikel's light hold, apologizing when he mumbled his own complaints about being awake so soon after falling asleep, and set about finding everything she had picked out for the Hatching. Honestly, she wouldn't have put too much thought into it, but she had to deal with Amagrith and Tazikel impressing the importance of looking and acting like a Junior Weyrwoman that was cool and confident in her maiden Hatching. That was all well and good and she even agreed--until Tazikel's eyes lit up with the realisation he got to dress her up again. At least the dress didn't have layers and was a length she preferred. It was actually super cute and possibly even something she would have picked out herself if she had been told to find a lovely dress.
In truth, it was likely too early to doll herself up, but Mylorah didn't want to chance everything happening too quickly and therefore miss her opportunity to change. So into the deep maroon dress she went. It fit perfectly, because of course it did. Tazikel didn't miss once he had her measurements. The v-neckline showed the right amount of cleavage to be only slightly scandalous in the Holds while the length hit mid-thigh, but as shorts. The actual dress portion came in the form of the lacy layer (though it barely counted as another layer when compared to the Hold contraptions) that gave her flowy sleeves to her elbows and draped down her body to her ankles for the illusion of modesty. For footwear, she had the best pair of sandals ever, all thanks to L'ri commissioning Cazan. He showed Cazan her favourite pair of knee-high boots and asked to have a pair of sandals resembling them and her fellow goldrider had done a brilliant job.
For the briefest moment Mylorah debated wearing jewellery or doing something fancy with her hair, but that was going too far so it remained down and the accessories stayed in their little box. She wanted to make a good impression, but she was still going to keep a large part of who she actually was showing. With a deep breath that was released slowly to steady herself, she headed down to the Sands to take stock of everything. It turned out, it wasn't a lot. As Amagrith said, one egg was occasionally wobbling and did so alone for the half hour they watched together.
It was another hour before a second egg wobbled and it was enough to send word of the Hatching beginning. It was decided that spectators could arrive when they wished, but the Candidates could continue to stay in the barracks and be at the ready for when more action started. Mylorah didn't see the need of everyone standing around hot and bored for what could be hours yet. She knew firsthand several times over how much that sucked and insisted it was fine to keep the Candidates secluded in their far more comfortable barracks.
