17.Sep.22, 03:09 PM
K’tir had never been a fan of sleeping in, no matter how entertaining and late the night before had been. But since losing his vision and most of his purposes in life, it wasn’t something he gave much thought to anymore. Ghaeth had told him it was early morning at one point when he woke and found Ojassa still nestled against him but he had fallen back asleep. If the go-get-em goldrider wasn’t inclined to move, then he didn’t need to either. Eventually he was nudged awake and disappointed the kiss was only that—until the mention of the eggs.
He checked in with Ghaeth and felt his dragon’s excitement growing and K’tir was so proud of him. His boy was the sweetest dragon and deserved this so much but it also meant the time K’tir dreaded the most was upon them. What people thought of him had never bothered him until they won the Flight. His lack of vision had stolen away some of the attention from Ghaeth’s clean win and now he worried that would happen at the Hatching. He didn’t say anything aloud, however, since it was a conversation already had after the Touching. If he didn’t show, that would draw even more attention and cause gossip, and both the gold pair and Ghaeth had convinced him he didn’t need to wear a blindfold or any other such dramatics.
He allowed Ojassa to help him clean up and then escort him to his weyr for final touches. He even asked her to draw back his hair for him. It was a simple enough task that he could do himself even blind but this was an important moment and presentation mattered. He didn’t want a strand out of place and with the way Ojassa had already been fussing, he knew he had made the right choice in asking for that final detail.
By the time they were on the Sands, K’tir finally caught up to the moment. This was Ghaeth’s Hatching! And Quayleth’s, of course. He nodded his head in greeting to the gold when she addressed him and he smiled as she apologised and went right into business mode. “That’s also my hope for today, Quayleth. Thank you for having us.” He allowed Ojassa to position him and continued to smile as she hoped for some browns. “That would be a nice gift for him.” It was a shame there wasn’t a gold but having a brown or two would be enough for them.
Kajiran! K’tir stiffened at the exclamation and whispered, “my son has arrived,” for Ojassa’s benefit and carefully peered through Ghaeth’s eyes to see his son arriving as part of the wave of early Candidates. He loved his son’s enthusiasm even though he had already been Standing for nearly two years. When he saw Kajiran look over at them, K’tir turned his head as guided by Ghaeth to help the illusion he was using his own eyes, and waved with a proud smile.
He checked in with Ghaeth and felt his dragon’s excitement growing and K’tir was so proud of him. His boy was the sweetest dragon and deserved this so much but it also meant the time K’tir dreaded the most was upon them. What people thought of him had never bothered him until they won the Flight. His lack of vision had stolen away some of the attention from Ghaeth’s clean win and now he worried that would happen at the Hatching. He didn’t say anything aloud, however, since it was a conversation already had after the Touching. If he didn’t show, that would draw even more attention and cause gossip, and both the gold pair and Ghaeth had convinced him he didn’t need to wear a blindfold or any other such dramatics.
He allowed Ojassa to help him clean up and then escort him to his weyr for final touches. He even asked her to draw back his hair for him. It was a simple enough task that he could do himself even blind but this was an important moment and presentation mattered. He didn’t want a strand out of place and with the way Ojassa had already been fussing, he knew he had made the right choice in asking for that final detail.
By the time they were on the Sands, K’tir finally caught up to the moment. This was Ghaeth’s Hatching! And Quayleth’s, of course. He nodded his head in greeting to the gold when she addressed him and he smiled as she apologised and went right into business mode. “That’s also my hope for today, Quayleth. Thank you for having us.” He allowed Ojassa to position him and continued to smile as she hoped for some browns. “That would be a nice gift for him.” It was a shame there wasn’t a gold but having a brown or two would be enough for them.