22.Mar.13, 10:39 PM
The call had gone out at six in the morning, human yells punctuated by dragon humming reverberating throughout the Candidate barracks. Isscer had been roused from a dead sleep, and had barely had the presence of mind to grab the day before's tunic. Luckily he had, although he managed to put it on backwards the first time. Really, he wasn't much good before a first cup of klah, and even if he was used to early hours he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.
The heat from the Sands didn't aid the waking up process too much; if anything, the heat lulled Isscer into a kind of foggy stupor. On one hand he was worried, eyeing the eggs with a wary eye, but on the other he could barely keep his eyes open. The fickle nature of the eggs served him well, and he was glad to be ushered off the Sands.
It was only after a cup or two of klah, which had been brought to the group by kitchen workers, and a hot bath that reality really began to set in. This was yet another Hatching, and the familiar feeling of dread had begun to settle over Isscer more and more with every hour that passed. He had to wonder if it was like V'zire had said--was there a dragon for him? He didn't want a dragon, Faranath help him, but it wasn't unheard of for a less-than-willing Candidate to Impress. Talian came to mind, but Isscer couldn't even begin to understand how the Healer could deal with that.
Impression was simply not an option, but even Isscer could doubt. From the moment the tiny green burst from her egg, he could feel it. The doubt that despite all of his hoping, a dragonet would have the misfortune of bonding to him gnawed at his self-resolve. Isscer watched her carefully, squaring his shoulders, dread and fear making his stomach churn as he hoped that he would go unnoticed.
The heat from the Sands didn't aid the waking up process too much; if anything, the heat lulled Isscer into a kind of foggy stupor. On one hand he was worried, eyeing the eggs with a wary eye, but on the other he could barely keep his eyes open. The fickle nature of the eggs served him well, and he was glad to be ushered off the Sands.
It was only after a cup or two of klah, which had been brought to the group by kitchen workers, and a hot bath that reality really began to set in. This was yet another Hatching, and the familiar feeling of dread had begun to settle over Isscer more and more with every hour that passed. He had to wonder if it was like V'zire had said--was there a dragon for him? He didn't want a dragon, Faranath help him, but it wasn't unheard of for a less-than-willing Candidate to Impress. Talian came to mind, but Isscer couldn't even begin to understand how the Healer could deal with that.
Impression was simply not an option, but even Isscer could doubt. From the moment the tiny green burst from her egg, he could feel it. The doubt that despite all of his hoping, a dragonet would have the misfortune of bonding to him gnawed at his self-resolve. Isscer watched her carefully, squaring his shoulders, dread and fear making his stomach churn as he hoped that he would go unnoticed.