07.Oct.13, 09:22 AM
The morning storm was refreshing, washing away the oppressive heat and mugginess. Trelanvor felt as if a weight was lifted as thunder rumbled and cracked and lightening flashed across the dawn sky. Rained drummed against rooves with a soothing rhythm that made him want to ignore his chores and remain in bed. That wouldn't go over to well with those in charge so he dragged himself from his cot and dressed.
He let the fresh, rain cleaned air fill his lungs, ignoring the spreading dampness on his shirt. The storm produced a vastly improved mood among the weyrfolk. Smiles and joking returned and chores didn't seem nearly as difficult as before when just think seemed to make one sweat. When lunch time rolled around he felt absolutely famished. The heatwave had dampened his appetite and now he needed to make up for that.
It was shortly after lunch when a familias throbbing hum began. Trelanvor broke into a quick jog for his room, joining the mass dash of candidates for their quarters. The humming pulsed against his ears as he tugging his robe over his head. Keeping the white garments unmuddied would be a challenge today. Holding the hem up around his knees he wondered if this was how girls felt when they wore skirts, bit of a pain in the ass really.
He slipped and slid, nearly loosing his footing completely on his way to the hatching circuit. He took it as a challenge, laugh as he managed an intentional slide across the muddy ground. If there wasn't a hatching to get to he'd have started up a competition to see who could slide the farthest. The steady humming pulled him forward like an invisible leash. Maybe today would be his lucky day.
He wiped what mud he could from his feet, glancing toward the eggs, already showing signs of the life contained within them. There was a Gold egg in this batch and his gaze lingered on Arddra for a moment. She wasn't the only Queen candidate, though he did hope she was successful today. He stepped into the sand, wincing at the heat that rose up around him. He moved toward Arddra, flashing her a grin. "Good luck today!" He said, nodding toward the single Gold egg.
He let the fresh, rain cleaned air fill his lungs, ignoring the spreading dampness on his shirt. The storm produced a vastly improved mood among the weyrfolk. Smiles and joking returned and chores didn't seem nearly as difficult as before when just think seemed to make one sweat. When lunch time rolled around he felt absolutely famished. The heatwave had dampened his appetite and now he needed to make up for that.
It was shortly after lunch when a familias throbbing hum began. Trelanvor broke into a quick jog for his room, joining the mass dash of candidates for their quarters. The humming pulsed against his ears as he tugging his robe over his head. Keeping the white garments unmuddied would be a challenge today. Holding the hem up around his knees he wondered if this was how girls felt when they wore skirts, bit of a pain in the ass really.
He slipped and slid, nearly loosing his footing completely on his way to the hatching circuit. He took it as a challenge, laugh as he managed an intentional slide across the muddy ground. If there wasn't a hatching to get to he'd have started up a competition to see who could slide the farthest. The steady humming pulled him forward like an invisible leash. Maybe today would be his lucky day.
He wiped what mud he could from his feet, glancing toward the eggs, already showing signs of the life contained within them. There was a Gold egg in this batch and his gaze lingered on Arddra for a moment. She wasn't the only Queen candidate, though he did hope she was successful today. He stepped into the sand, wincing at the heat that rose up around him. He moved toward Arddra, flashing her a grin. "Good luck today!" He said, nodding toward the single Gold egg.