How long had it been now, since Conomor, no C'mor, had Impressed? Nathail really hadn't been keeping track of the time since his friend had moved out of the Candidate weyrs and into his new weyr with his dragon companion. Of course, Nathail was thrilled for the other, after so much bad luck he deserved to find His finally, and certainly that little flit had to be a sign of good luck too.
But enough speculating on the time, bigger issues were about, like the upcoming Hatching. Without a Touching for this one, most candidates he'd seen were understandably on edge about what would happen. He most definitely was. Which circled right back around to why he was out pacing the lower caverns instead of up in the somewhat comfort of his own room brooding. Enough precious time had been spent fretting over what could, or might happen at the Hatching, enough time that he'd even not managed to plot any good pranks to try and lighten any moods. Not that he would have tried with the group going about making the overcrowding that much more obvious with burned food, messes, he didn't want to have any of the riders' anger pinned on him for one harmless prank when everyone seemed cranky.
At least he was saved from some extra chores for a small bit of time though. For the moment at least. Turning another corner to head back towards the common area of the candidate weyrs and have a seat after all this walking, he makes a note of where he'd gone today to retrace his steps another time for another walk. Right now, human company was a good idea. Preferably someone that wasn't going to be snippy about the Hatching so he wouldn't have to be reminded of his fears and start fretting all over again.
