29.Jul.22, 01:44 PM
Chalrissoram always felt a little calmer at Telgar Hatchings. Which was maybe weird, since he’d Stood for Bedith’s first Clutch and that had been a nightmare, but it was also his home Weyr, his mother was Weyrwoman, by virtue of that he had at least a passing familiarity with all the golds, and the Telgar Sands felt safer, somehow. All in all, it meant that even being woken up in the middle of the night meant Chalris wasn’t as stressed out as he’d been for the last Hatching. Which had been a valid concern, he’d gotten a (pretty minor) cut on his shin from a flailing dragonet wingtip there. But that was all healed up, and Chalris was ready for another Hatching.
He waved at Cazan and A’tay when he got there, as well as his mother and S’far in the stands. They both waved back. Chalris started to head towards Ginorra to chat with her, but his sister gave him a look that said she wanted him nowhere near her just then—she was in a circle of her friends, so Chalris supposed she could be excused. He gave her a shrug and started walking aimlessly in a different direction. He ended up near Sironar, and figured he may as well hang out with him. Make it easier for their parents to keep an eye on their various kids.
He waved at Cazan and A’tay when he got there, as well as his mother and S’far in the stands. They both waved back. Chalris started to head towards Ginorra to chat with her, but his sister gave him a look that said she wanted him nowhere near her just then—she was in a circle of her friends, so Chalris supposed she could be excused. He gave her a shrug and started walking aimlessly in a different direction. He ended up near Sironar, and figured he may as well hang out with him. Make it easier for their parents to keep an eye on their various kids.