29.Dec.23, 05:50 PM
Ereben was quickly learning that the waiting was the hardest part of a Hatching.
Yeah, the rejection sucked if you weren't chosen but he had been rejected before and would just take another kick of that because that seemed to be what life liked to do to him sometimes. Though at least being rejected by a dragon still meant that he could hang around dragons, he just didn't have his special dragon. Yet. Maybe today that would happen. Maybe. Hopefully.
At the announcement that the Hatching was imminent, Ereben hadn't changed into his robe just yet. Instead, he had wandered some back tunnels, catching snippets of conversation and trying to figure out if he should risk checking out the Sands early through a secret hole that lots of the weyrbrats had been using over the previous weeks. He got as far as seeing a glimpse of the Sands before he decided that misbehaving today would be the worst idea and he meandered his way back to the Barracks to get dressed.
And then, waited.
He felt silly in his robe. It was too...white. It made his scarred skin stand out. While other Candidates were animatedly chatting, Ereben sat alone, his expression clearly one of "fuck off" before anyone approached. He just...wanted to Impress! Couldn't they...make the dragons hatch sooner?
After what seemed like hours -- maybe it was, who knew -- the Candidates filed into the Sands and presented themselves to the wobbling clutch. Ereben tried to peek around other Candidates to see what his favorite eggs were doing. The first egg to hatch held a green dragon and he ignored it. Greens were for girls because they were girls, he had decided, and he wasn't going to change his mind even though that green (and most greens in general) picked a boy out. He knew that he didn't want a green.
Nor did he want a bronze. He held his breath as the first blue appeared and then let it out a disappointed huff when the dragon picked a different boy. Shard it!
Yeah, the rejection sucked if you weren't chosen but he had been rejected before and would just take another kick of that because that seemed to be what life liked to do to him sometimes. Though at least being rejected by a dragon still meant that he could hang around dragons, he just didn't have his special dragon. Yet. Maybe today that would happen. Maybe. Hopefully.
At the announcement that the Hatching was imminent, Ereben hadn't changed into his robe just yet. Instead, he had wandered some back tunnels, catching snippets of conversation and trying to figure out if he should risk checking out the Sands early through a secret hole that lots of the weyrbrats had been using over the previous weeks. He got as far as seeing a glimpse of the Sands before he decided that misbehaving today would be the worst idea and he meandered his way back to the Barracks to get dressed.
And then, waited.
He felt silly in his robe. It was too...white. It made his scarred skin stand out. While other Candidates were animatedly chatting, Ereben sat alone, his expression clearly one of "fuck off" before anyone approached. He just...wanted to Impress! Couldn't they...make the dragons hatch sooner?
After what seemed like hours -- maybe it was, who knew -- the Candidates filed into the Sands and presented themselves to the wobbling clutch. Ereben tried to peek around other Candidates to see what his favorite eggs were doing. The first egg to hatch held a green dragon and he ignored it. Greens were for girls because they were girls, he had decided, and he wasn't going to change his mind even though that green (and most greens in general) picked a boy out. He knew that he didn't want a green.
Nor did he want a bronze. He held his breath as the first blue appeared and then let it out a disappointed huff when the dragon picked a different boy. Shard it!