23.Mar.13, 01:31 AM
Rhaedalyn was terrified when the call came for them to get up and dress for the Hatching. She had been through this before, twice in fact, but that didn’t make this any easier. She was afraid of being rejected once again and Katila finding out how useless she was. Sure she could mend clothing and she thought she made pretty dresses and now had a firelizard line going as well, but what if they tossed her out into the wilderness to save food and precious resources? That would be horrible! Surely V’zire and R’nya wouldn’t let that happen and if it did, they would sneak her food and help build a shelter, right?
As she slipped the Candidate robe on, Rhaedalyn knew she was being silly again and made herself stop thinking such things before the fear got out of control. That wouldn’t happen and she still had a chance at Impressing the golden girl. She didn’t think it would go well given her Touching experience and how well Mevrit’s sounded but it wouldn’t do to be so negative before it happened! Besides, Mevrit needed her support as well! Apparently she needed some motivation and energy as well and Rhaedalyn was quick to supply that, chattering happily as she braided her hair.
Her budding excitement quickly turned to confusion when the eggs suddenly stopped shaking and the dragons stopped humming. Everything was okay, right? Assured by some Candidates that either had dragonrider parents or hung out with the older riders that everything was fine, Rhaedalyn followed the crowd off the Sands to wait for when the Hatching truly began. It was easy enough to pass the time, chatting with some Candidates and Kahleena when she came by, giggling at others, and bouncing around R’nya when he came over to check on them and bring some snacks for his golden girls – and three hungry flitters.
It helped having her firelizards as well. Muffin zipped around over the heads of the group quite a bit and when Rhaedalyn lost track of him, she knew the little guy was off visiting Kahleena. That was fine since she was left dealing with Rumour and Whisper bickering over who got to be petted by R’nya while he was visiting with them. They were so embarrassing! “I’m sorry, Ren!” Rhaedalyn sighed, using the nickname that had popped up at some point somewhere for the bronzerider as she captured Rumour. He was beginning to take after Muffin with all of his energy!
When action started up on the Sands again, Rhaedalyn turned to R’nya and was about to ask him to wish her luck but didn’t want to jinx herself nor did she want to take away from Mevrit either. With her mouth hanging open for the few seconds it took to change her mind, Rhaedalyn smiled, let go of Rumour so he could join Whisper once more in keeping R’nya company, and skipped back out to the Sands.
“I think so,” she whispered to Mevrit when asked if she was ready and managed a smile for Kahleena bouncing excitedly off to the side. It didn’t really matter if she was or not. The dragonets were done giving them time to prepare and it was show time. Grabbing Mevrit’s hand in hers, Rhaedalyn gave it a squeeze and watched the little green move around the Sands. The green was adorable but Rhaedalyn believed she wasn’t for her. Someone else would be lucky enough to have the little darling – though that would likely be said for the gold as well. Good luck, Mev, she thought but couldn’t bring herself to say.
As she slipped the Candidate robe on, Rhaedalyn knew she was being silly again and made herself stop thinking such things before the fear got out of control. That wouldn’t happen and she still had a chance at Impressing the golden girl. She didn’t think it would go well given her Touching experience and how well Mevrit’s sounded but it wouldn’t do to be so negative before it happened! Besides, Mevrit needed her support as well! Apparently she needed some motivation and energy as well and Rhaedalyn was quick to supply that, chattering happily as she braided her hair.
Her budding excitement quickly turned to confusion when the eggs suddenly stopped shaking and the dragons stopped humming. Everything was okay, right? Assured by some Candidates that either had dragonrider parents or hung out with the older riders that everything was fine, Rhaedalyn followed the crowd off the Sands to wait for when the Hatching truly began. It was easy enough to pass the time, chatting with some Candidates and Kahleena when she came by, giggling at others, and bouncing around R’nya when he came over to check on them and bring some snacks for his golden girls – and three hungry flitters.
It helped having her firelizards as well. Muffin zipped around over the heads of the group quite a bit and when Rhaedalyn lost track of him, she knew the little guy was off visiting Kahleena. That was fine since she was left dealing with Rumour and Whisper bickering over who got to be petted by R’nya while he was visiting with them. They were so embarrassing! “I’m sorry, Ren!” Rhaedalyn sighed, using the nickname that had popped up at some point somewhere for the bronzerider as she captured Rumour. He was beginning to take after Muffin with all of his energy!
When action started up on the Sands again, Rhaedalyn turned to R’nya and was about to ask him to wish her luck but didn’t want to jinx herself nor did she want to take away from Mevrit either. With her mouth hanging open for the few seconds it took to change her mind, Rhaedalyn smiled, let go of Rumour so he could join Whisper once more in keeping R’nya company, and skipped back out to the Sands.
“I think so,” she whispered to Mevrit when asked if she was ready and managed a smile for Kahleena bouncing excitedly off to the side. It didn’t really matter if she was or not. The dragonets were done giving them time to prepare and it was show time. Grabbing Mevrit’s hand in hers, Rhaedalyn gave it a squeeze and watched the little green move around the Sands. The green was adorable but Rhaedalyn believed she wasn’t for her. Someone else would be lucky enough to have the little darling – though that would likely be said for the gold as well. Good luck, Mev, she thought but couldn’t bring herself to say.