27.Dec.23, 05:35 AM
"Fuck off," Orgailian grumbled when someone tried to wake him up. He had slept poorly that night and was taking the morning to correct that. But someone had to go and be an ass and wake him before he was ready. It likely didn't help that his heart wasn't entirely into this Hatching so sleeping through it wouldn't have been that big of a deal to him. Until he remembered Mylorah was the goldrider that was likely fretting or being cranky on the Sands and would threaten to never speak to him again if he didn't show up. He didn't entirely care if she followed through on that, but she also might punch him and that was something he wasn't a fan of. So up he got.
Or tried to. He had stripped out of all layers to snuggle up under his blankets and now he had to face the shock of Telgar's winter. It didn't matter that the barracks was rather warm; it was just the idea of anything outside of his bed not being as cozy. With great effort, and another nudge from the person close to losing a finger or two, Orgailian dragged himself out and quickly tossed on the robe, socks, and then shoes. He almost left at that, but threw on a sweater as well for the short jaunt to the Sands.
Food was skipped thanks to his small appetite not demanding anything at middday, though a glass of water was had after a trip to the privy. Then the dash to the Sands took place and a grateful sigh when the heat of the cavern hit him. It was still tempting to leave his sweater on, but Orgailian removed it and added it to the pile by the door from other chilled Candidates.
Or tried to. He had stripped out of all layers to snuggle up under his blankets and now he had to face the shock of Telgar's winter. It didn't matter that the barracks was rather warm; it was just the idea of anything outside of his bed not being as cozy. With great effort, and another nudge from the person close to losing a finger or two, Orgailian dragged himself out and quickly tossed on the robe, socks, and then shoes. He almost left at that, but threw on a sweater as well for the short jaunt to the Sands.
Food was skipped thanks to his small appetite not demanding anything at middday, though a glass of water was had after a trip to the privy. Then the dash to the Sands took place and a grateful sigh when the heat of the cavern hit him. It was still tempting to leave his sweater on, but Orgailian removed it and added it to the pile by the door from other chilled Candidates.