Post by Rowana on Dec 21, 2008 19:40:15 GMT -5
Farryl leaned against the trunk of the great tree with a contented sigh. Here, high above the babble of the water, she felt safe and secure. Heights were not a problem for her and the freedom of the outdoors was preferable to the tension inside the barracks. The Hatching would be any day now and the candidates were growing restless. Soon twelve of them would impress and become Weyrlings, but which ones? Always assuming one of the dragonets did not chose someone from the stands. It was not unknown to happen.
Farryl gazed up between the branches to the sky above. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky and Tille could be seen chasing leaves in the breeze. The little fire lizard was barely distinguishable from the greenery she was so intent on. Farryl wasn't as concern as she might have been about the hatching. True, she wanted to impress, more than she had ever wanted anything from life. Yet she had never been one to dwell on the negatives. What happened would happen, it was useless to worry about tomorrow when it had yet to arrive. Farryl lived in the present, which was, whether she Impressed later or not, just good enough for her. She could always stay or return for the next hatching. Some of her new friends, like Saeo, Raylin and Keirin, she was sure would Impress and she looked forward to seeing what sorts of riders they would become.
Farryl hummed a merry little tune that liked to sing while traveling. Her voice was a pleasant enough alto, though she was no Harper. Whether the Hatching was tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, Farryl was not going to let anxiety ruin a perfectly lovely day.
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Anxiety was clearly and understatement to what Toumke was feeling. He was sitting on his bunk and staring intently at the wall, as if it could tell him what he was suppose to do. He still hadn't decided whether he would attend the Hatching when the time came. Whether he could overcome his fear of being mauled, or whether it was even worth it to try. Could dragons sense fear in a candidate and would they pass him over for it? Did he even want to be a rider at all? Riders did all sorts of dangerous activities, especially with the growing conflict in the north. Not to mention fighting thread. Was it really worth it?
A deep sighed wracked the tall boy's frame and he leaned back in despair. "Why did I even come?" he asked the ceiling. "I should have just stay home where I belong." The ceiling gave him no reply and he sighed again.
Farryl gazed up between the branches to the sky above. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky and Tille could be seen chasing leaves in the breeze. The little fire lizard was barely distinguishable from the greenery she was so intent on. Farryl wasn't as concern as she might have been about the hatching. True, she wanted to impress, more than she had ever wanted anything from life. Yet she had never been one to dwell on the negatives. What happened would happen, it was useless to worry about tomorrow when it had yet to arrive. Farryl lived in the present, which was, whether she Impressed later or not, just good enough for her. She could always stay or return for the next hatching. Some of her new friends, like Saeo, Raylin and Keirin, she was sure would Impress and she looked forward to seeing what sorts of riders they would become.
Farryl hummed a merry little tune that liked to sing while traveling. Her voice was a pleasant enough alto, though she was no Harper. Whether the Hatching was tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, Farryl was not going to let anxiety ruin a perfectly lovely day.
~
Anxiety was clearly and understatement to what Toumke was feeling. He was sitting on his bunk and staring intently at the wall, as if it could tell him what he was suppose to do. He still hadn't decided whether he would attend the Hatching when the time came. Whether he could overcome his fear of being mauled, or whether it was even worth it to try. Could dragons sense fear in a candidate and would they pass him over for it? Did he even want to be a rider at all? Riders did all sorts of dangerous activities, especially with the growing conflict in the north. Not to mention fighting thread. Was it really worth it?
A deep sighed wracked the tall boy's frame and he leaned back in despair. "Why did I even come?" he asked the ceiling. "I should have just stay home where I belong." The ceiling gave him no reply and he sighed again.
