29.May.18, 08:48 PM
Only years of etiquette engrained into her stopped the young woman from jerking away and leaping up, out of bed.
It was also the only thing keeping her from reaching up and covering her ears. There was a godawful humming noise in the air, thrumming ceaselessly in her ears. It was unlike anything she'd ever known before, and she had to bite her lip to keep from shouting 'the hell is that?'
Just as she was moving to get up out of bed, someone began to bang on her door. Reaching down, she pulled her blanket up, covering her chest, although the person didn't open it, instead shouting that the eggs were hatching - the eggs were hatching?
Theodosia hurried to her feet, rummaging through her trunk to find the rough robe that she was supposed to wear to the hatching. It was harsh to the touch, and hardly seemed fit for more than carrying around produce, but that was what they were supposed to wear, and so she did. Her boots were pulled on as well - good quality ones, which were tailor made for her feet, and would protect her from the heat of the Sands. She took a moment, attempting to decide which eyepatch to wear, before deciding on the medical grade one. Who knew how long they would be on the Sands, and it would keep her cooler. It was better at wicking away sweat then the silk one was, at least.
A quick brush of her hair later, and she was making her way out to the Hatching ground. Having explored it her first few days here (and she couldn't believe there was a hatching only a handful of sevendays after she had arrived), she knew where it was, and even if she didn't, the crowd of people making there way in would guide her.
As she walked in, she took a moment to look up, seeing Dragons and Flits crouching up ahead. It was certainly worth a second look, but the eggs were moving, and so she moved to join the other Candidates. A polite bow was given to Nadioth and her rider, although she wasn't fool enough to get near.
Theodosia stood not far from the other Candidates, just far enough that she wouldn't have to be bothered by being touched by them, but not too close to the eggs to alarm Nadioth. She stood, tall and proud, head high, chin up, shoulders back, a downwards tilt to her lips like always.
It was also the only thing keeping her from reaching up and covering her ears. There was a godawful humming noise in the air, thrumming ceaselessly in her ears. It was unlike anything she'd ever known before, and she had to bite her lip to keep from shouting 'the hell is that?'
Just as she was moving to get up out of bed, someone began to bang on her door. Reaching down, she pulled her blanket up, covering her chest, although the person didn't open it, instead shouting that the eggs were hatching - the eggs were hatching?
Theodosia hurried to her feet, rummaging through her trunk to find the rough robe that she was supposed to wear to the hatching. It was harsh to the touch, and hardly seemed fit for more than carrying around produce, but that was what they were supposed to wear, and so she did. Her boots were pulled on as well - good quality ones, which were tailor made for her feet, and would protect her from the heat of the Sands. She took a moment, attempting to decide which eyepatch to wear, before deciding on the medical grade one. Who knew how long they would be on the Sands, and it would keep her cooler. It was better at wicking away sweat then the silk one was, at least.
A quick brush of her hair later, and she was making her way out to the Hatching ground. Having explored it her first few days here (and she couldn't believe there was a hatching only a handful of sevendays after she had arrived), she knew where it was, and even if she didn't, the crowd of people making there way in would guide her.
As she walked in, she took a moment to look up, seeing Dragons and Flits crouching up ahead. It was certainly worth a second look, but the eggs were moving, and so she moved to join the other Candidates. A polite bow was given to Nadioth and her rider, although she wasn't fool enough to get near.
Theodosia stood not far from the other Candidates, just far enough that she wouldn't have to be bothered by being touched by them, but not too close to the eggs to alarm Nadioth. She stood, tall and proud, head high, chin up, shoulders back, a downwards tilt to her lips like always.