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30.Jun.13, 05:06 PM
What courage Bordtai had brought onto the sands that day was shattered as the terror washing over the dark colored egg froze his blood. It was as if someone had tossed him into a lake even colder than the Weyr’s in during the winter months and he’d forgotten how to swim. His muscles instantly ached and shook from the sheer terror and try as he might, he couldn’t break free from the egg instantly. It was as if he were drowning and he couldn’t break the surface of that icy lake no matter how hard he tried to swim.
Moments felt like eternity before his knees finally gave out beneath his shuddering and he fell, forcing him to break contact with the egg. It seemed a mercy to feel the burning sands through his breeches to scorch at his knees. Shaking, he pushed himself back onto his feet and took a step away from the dark, freckled egg of fear. Even now as he remembered to fill his aching lungs with air, Bordtai could not manage to tell for certain if that fear was coming from the egg… or if the egg had simply pushed aside the boy’s momentary courage to show what truly was lying beneath.
After all, a dimglow with a dragon had a purpose. A dimglow without…. Was nothing but a dimglow.
Feeling wetness on his cheek, Bordtai lowered his head and quickly wiped away the tears that the egg had forced to come unchecked. The last thing he wanted was for other candidates to see him crying. A slow look around as he tried to get his knees to stop shaking told Bordtai that at least the majority of the candidates were too enthralled by the emotions they were getting from the eggs.
Moving further away from the ‘fear egg’, he took a long moment to gather his composure as he looked out over the eggs and the candidates touching them. When a boy stepped away from a smooth, creamy-white egg Bordtai tried to gather up his nerves and step forward. The egg didn’t have a single blemish or freckle on it. No shading of colors. It seemed almost perfectly white and was a stark contrast to the last egg he touched.
He hoped that the change in shells would bode better results…
Lifting up his hand, he watched it shake for a moment above the eggs shell before he snatched it away and rubbed his hand on his pants. It looked so… grubby in comparison to the egg. Deciding his pants were not going to make his hand any cleaner, he reached out again with a bit steadier of a hand to touch the new egg.
Moments felt like eternity before his knees finally gave out beneath his shuddering and he fell, forcing him to break contact with the egg. It seemed a mercy to feel the burning sands through his breeches to scorch at his knees. Shaking, he pushed himself back onto his feet and took a step away from the dark, freckled egg of fear. Even now as he remembered to fill his aching lungs with air, Bordtai could not manage to tell for certain if that fear was coming from the egg… or if the egg had simply pushed aside the boy’s momentary courage to show what truly was lying beneath.
After all, a dimglow with a dragon had a purpose. A dimglow without…. Was nothing but a dimglow.
Feeling wetness on his cheek, Bordtai lowered his head and quickly wiped away the tears that the egg had forced to come unchecked. The last thing he wanted was for other candidates to see him crying. A slow look around as he tried to get his knees to stop shaking told Bordtai that at least the majority of the candidates were too enthralled by the emotions they were getting from the eggs.
Moving further away from the ‘fear egg’, he took a long moment to gather his composure as he looked out over the eggs and the candidates touching them. When a boy stepped away from a smooth, creamy-white egg Bordtai tried to gather up his nerves and step forward. The egg didn’t have a single blemish or freckle on it. No shading of colors. It seemed almost perfectly white and was a stark contrast to the last egg he touched.
He hoped that the change in shells would bode better results…
Lifting up his hand, he watched it shake for a moment above the eggs shell before he snatched it away and rubbed his hand on his pants. It looked so… grubby in comparison to the egg. Deciding his pants were not going to make his hand any cleaner, he reached out again with a bit steadier of a hand to touch the new egg.
