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26.Apr.22, 12:10 PM
Another Hatching was approaching, this time in Benden. Orgailian had only started Standing at the other Weyrs a couple of years ago to help with his chances but also to just get out and see other areas. Sure, one Weyr was rather identical to another but it was still a change of pace and with new faces to stare at or avoid. Benden was still shiny and new and it had been nearly a year since he was last there so he supposed he had a bit more excitement than usual when packing up and being carted off to another Weyr. Maybe he’d get lucky and end up Impressing and staying for a year or longer or maybe he was wasting his time and would be leaving in a few weeks again.
Either way, Orgailian had arrived that morning and claimed his temporary cot in the Candidate barracks, taking his time nosing about to see who else was already there. He didn’t learn about anyone worth hunting down so he’d grabbed his notebook and went for a stroll with no real destination in mind. He mostly wandered around the Lower Bowl scoping out the best areas to hang out where he wouldn’t be disturbed if he wanted to write but still have a good view of everyone else. A couple of locations were mentally marked but he didn’t stop as a shiny hide had caught his attention.
It wasn’t often he saw a gold dragon simply hanging out in such an open area and he was drawn to her to see what was going on. As he grew closer, Orgailian decided she was young, maybe only learning to fly and it would explain sunning on the ground like that. Then he saw the woman sitting with the dragon and once he placed why she was vaguely familiar, Orgailian knew he was right. He had Stood with the woman a few times and had been there when she Impressed but they had never really spoken more than a few words to one another. That was a shame as well given how attractive she was.
Maybe he should change that. Orgailian moved closer and was startled when a hand raised in greeting and an offer to join was given. He hadn’t expected that despite his intentions to visit and a small crooked smile appeared as he nodded and sat down. Too bad he hadn’t given himself enough time to recall the woman’s name. Autumn? Aubrey? August? That sounded right and Orgailian risked it all on a name, “How’s the weyrling, August? I didn’t get a chance to congratulate you after the Hatching so congrats.”
Either way, Orgailian had arrived that morning and claimed his temporary cot in the Candidate barracks, taking his time nosing about to see who else was already there. He didn’t learn about anyone worth hunting down so he’d grabbed his notebook and went for a stroll with no real destination in mind. He mostly wandered around the Lower Bowl scoping out the best areas to hang out where he wouldn’t be disturbed if he wanted to write but still have a good view of everyone else. A couple of locations were mentally marked but he didn’t stop as a shiny hide had caught his attention.
It wasn’t often he saw a gold dragon simply hanging out in such an open area and he was drawn to her to see what was going on. As he grew closer, Orgailian decided she was young, maybe only learning to fly and it would explain sunning on the ground like that. Then he saw the woman sitting with the dragon and once he placed why she was vaguely familiar, Orgailian knew he was right. He had Stood with the woman a few times and had been there when she Impressed but they had never really spoken more than a few words to one another. That was a shame as well given how attractive she was.
Maybe he should change that. Orgailian moved closer and was startled when a hand raised in greeting and an offer to join was given. He hadn’t expected that despite his intentions to visit and a small crooked smile appeared as he nodded and sat down. Too bad he hadn’t given himself enough time to recall the woman’s name. Autumn? Aubrey? August? That sounded right and Orgailian risked it all on a name, “How’s the weyrling, August? I didn’t get a chance to congratulate you after the Hatching so congrats.”
