Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
23.Mar.13, 12:39 AM
While the sound of the dragon’s humming didn’t wake Bordtai at first, the glass of water one of the larger Weyrbrats dumped on him certainly did the trick. Jumping out of his wet blankets, he blinked at the larger boys as they dashed out of their shared rooms, white candidate robes spreading out behind them as they went – clearly with no problem leaving the smallest candidate behind with no explanation of what was going on. Bordtai might not have been able to read or write (talents that still left him grasping at air) he was able to put 2 and 2 together and not equal fish.
The hatching had begun. Grabbing his robe from the foot of his bed, he was thankful that it had not gotten soaked in the process as well before he dashed out of the room after the longer-legged boys. He had to stop halfway down the hallway with a groan, however, as he realized he was bare footed and had to sprint back for his boots. Pulling them on quickly, he raced after everyone else as fast as his short legs could carry him in untied boots, tripping only once along the way.
Upon reaching the sands, he had been shrugging on the white robe right over his wet tunic as he followed the other candidates to a semi-circle around the eggs having finally caught up at the very edge of the sands. Tying the robe closed, he realized he was half drenched and his hair a complete mess of curls. He should look better for his first hatching!!! Wincing, he tried with no success at all to wipe the curls back from his face and finally gave up as he watched the eggs with wide-eyed awe.
The excitement, however, soon lost itself when the eggs stopped moving. Time seemed to crawl by to the adults – and for little Bordtai it was an eternity before they were even ushered off the sands for food and offers to bath. Bordtai knew he looked a complete mess, but declined the chance to bath – what terrible luck it would be to be bathing when the eggs began hatching again! He didn’t take one of the offered chairs, too excited to sit down even if the eggs were taking an eternity to finish what they had begun so early in the morning.
It was when the small boy was nearly bored to tears that the eggs finally began to move again, starting with the hatching of a little green. Bordtai could barely keep his own excitement in check as he tried his best not to run out onto the sands again, but instead walk out beside the other, larger candidates. He knew his chances of impressing the very first time he was on the sands was slim. Even slimmer still considering how young and small he was, but he couldn’t help but look at the green with large hazel eyes just begging her to look his way.
The hatching had begun. Grabbing his robe from the foot of his bed, he was thankful that it had not gotten soaked in the process as well before he dashed out of the room after the longer-legged boys. He had to stop halfway down the hallway with a groan, however, as he realized he was bare footed and had to sprint back for his boots. Pulling them on quickly, he raced after everyone else as fast as his short legs could carry him in untied boots, tripping only once along the way.
Upon reaching the sands, he had been shrugging on the white robe right over his wet tunic as he followed the other candidates to a semi-circle around the eggs having finally caught up at the very edge of the sands. Tying the robe closed, he realized he was half drenched and his hair a complete mess of curls. He should look better for his first hatching!!! Wincing, he tried with no success at all to wipe the curls back from his face and finally gave up as he watched the eggs with wide-eyed awe.
The excitement, however, soon lost itself when the eggs stopped moving. Time seemed to crawl by to the adults – and for little Bordtai it was an eternity before they were even ushered off the sands for food and offers to bath. Bordtai knew he looked a complete mess, but declined the chance to bath – what terrible luck it would be to be bathing when the eggs began hatching again! He didn’t take one of the offered chairs, too excited to sit down even if the eggs were taking an eternity to finish what they had begun so early in the morning.
It was when the small boy was nearly bored to tears that the eggs finally began to move again, starting with the hatching of a little green. Bordtai could barely keep his own excitement in check as he tried his best not to run out onto the sands again, but instead walk out beside the other, larger candidates. He knew his chances of impressing the very first time he was on the sands was slim. Even slimmer still considering how young and small he was, but he couldn’t help but look at the green with large hazel eyes just begging her to look his way.
