20.Jun.13, 08:07 PM
The approach of spring was something that Isscer had never looked forward to. Spring at Katila meant ungodly hot, humid weather with frequent thunderstorms; it also meant that he was more frequently confined to the Weyr proper due to bad weather. The buzz surrounding the two clutches had been going around the Weyr ever since the Flights, and the lead-up to the Touching only served to make the irritable Farmcrafter even more irritable.
At least he could very nearly recite the rules for the Touching from memory, and it was with a sour expression that he noted the female Weyrlingmaster. There had been plenty of others, but in Isscer's experience the majority of them were male--this one was a female, and a bluerider at that! He could only imagine how that had been allowed, but having seen the size of the Candidate pool Isscer could only figure that it was simply due to short-handedness.
The bouncing Gold did little to lighten Isscer's mood, and he shot her a surprised, if vaguely disapproving look. He pointedly ignored her suggestions about eggs, not thinking that she would speak to him anyways, and moved off to a more secluded section of the clutch. An egg with two grey stripes seemed the best place to start, and Isscer laid a hand on the warm eggshell, trying to mentally prepare himself for the onslaught of emotions from the dragonet within.
At least he could very nearly recite the rules for the Touching from memory, and it was with a sour expression that he noted the female Weyrlingmaster. There had been plenty of others, but in Isscer's experience the majority of them were male--this one was a female, and a bluerider at that! He could only imagine how that had been allowed, but having seen the size of the Candidate pool Isscer could only figure that it was simply due to short-handedness.
The bouncing Gold did little to lighten Isscer's mood, and he shot her a surprised, if vaguely disapproving look. He pointedly ignored her suggestions about eggs, not thinking that she would speak to him anyways, and moved off to a more secluded section of the clutch. An egg with two grey stripes seemed the best place to start, and Isscer laid a hand on the warm eggshell, trying to mentally prepare himself for the onslaught of emotions from the dragonet within.