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29.Nov.13, 12:37 PM
Aparicus was thankful for her little bronze firelizard tonight. She always slept with her door locked and after being gifted a hut of her own she no longer had the security of having a female roommate. She didn’t mind her personal space, but having Jissy to wake her would have been helpful. She’d gone to bed only hours before.
The humming of Cinnamon on her pillow, however, had her waking up with sleepy eyes. Rolling over, she looked at him a moment in the dim light of the fireplace before it dawned on her why he was humming so happily. Of course, the picture he sent her of the hatching sands probably helped her come to that conclusion.
“But… Its so late…” she mumbled. Answered with a croon, she nodded and poured herself out of the warm blankets. “You’re right, they wait for no one. We should be use to these odd-hour hatchings by now.” And it was true, far too many hatchings here in the south were at early hours, dragging candidates out of their beds before the sun was up. It was a pity that this time it was before anyone had gotten any real amount of sleep.
Socks, thin leggings and an under-tunic were pulled on before Apari wrapped her candidate robe around herself. Technically she was suppose to wear only the robe, but she knew far too well how the chill of the rain sank deeply into her thin frame. In fact, she knew it well enough that she pulled on a second pair of socks before stuffing her tiny feet into her boots and lacing them up.
A brush was run through her hair before she grabbed a glow basket and made her way among other older candidates toward the hatching sands. She was still braiding her hair over one shoulder when B’jin paused in front of her to make sure she was ready. She really did love the fact that the harper had taken to keeping the candidates in order once more. He was well suited to the roll. When she was given the nod, she tied off her hair and moved onto the warm sands, thankful for the heat beneath her boots.
Taking up a stand closer to the golden queen’s egg, she watched the egg for a moment before looking around the hatching sands, looking for her fellow candidate’s faces. She loved to watch the excitement in the younger candidates eyes. They had a fire and hope there that was not so often seen among the northerners.
The humming of Cinnamon on her pillow, however, had her waking up with sleepy eyes. Rolling over, she looked at him a moment in the dim light of the fireplace before it dawned on her why he was humming so happily. Of course, the picture he sent her of the hatching sands probably helped her come to that conclusion.
“But… Its so late…” she mumbled. Answered with a croon, she nodded and poured herself out of the warm blankets. “You’re right, they wait for no one. We should be use to these odd-hour hatchings by now.” And it was true, far too many hatchings here in the south were at early hours, dragging candidates out of their beds before the sun was up. It was a pity that this time it was before anyone had gotten any real amount of sleep.
Socks, thin leggings and an under-tunic were pulled on before Apari wrapped her candidate robe around herself. Technically she was suppose to wear only the robe, but she knew far too well how the chill of the rain sank deeply into her thin frame. In fact, she knew it well enough that she pulled on a second pair of socks before stuffing her tiny feet into her boots and lacing them up.
A brush was run through her hair before she grabbed a glow basket and made her way among other older candidates toward the hatching sands. She was still braiding her hair over one shoulder when B’jin paused in front of her to make sure she was ready. She really did love the fact that the harper had taken to keeping the candidates in order once more. He was well suited to the roll. When she was given the nod, she tied off her hair and moved onto the warm sands, thankful for the heat beneath her boots.
Taking up a stand closer to the golden queen’s egg, she watched the egg for a moment before looking around the hatching sands, looking for her fellow candidate’s faces. She loved to watch the excitement in the younger candidates eyes. They had a fire and hope there that was not so often seen among the northerners.
