For a brief moment, the candidate recalls the tea party, when the rest of that island clutch had been brought to celebrate. He’d run into D’mon, hadn’t he..? It’s a memory he’d tried to forget. Not seeing the little dragons, of course. But running into the Weyrleader, the teasing from Dynzrak..
Perhaps the Weyr had been keen to cut their losses? Ielin isn’t entirely a boon. Sure, he does his work efficiently--and tries to help pick up the slack where he can without drawing an eye. But he can’t say that his social skills are much in the way that dull wherhide sparkles -- it doesn’t.
The analogy is so bad that Ielin almost laughs, scrubbing fingers through his hair to swipe it back, and over his face for good measure. There’s a moment where he touches the fresh scab on his cheek and withdraws his hands with a sharp hiss, teeth gritting as he’d brushed over the large scab that was down his cheek and into his jaw slightly. After the tea party, he’d been a touch more self conscious about his scruffy beard, knowing it needed tamed. Yet when he’d finally summoned the courage to use a straight-razor, it had ended rather badly. Waves had shaken and made the lowest sounds for the blood that Ielin had to mop up, as if he’d been the one wounded.
Speaking of the blue firelizard, the motion produces an offended whine from Waves, who was utterly feeding off of Ielin’s insecurities once more. The little blue flit had mostly tunnelled into his shirt, tail wound around his right forearm, hiding his little jeweled yellow eyes in the thick of his beard. He’d coiled himself around pretty well that he wasn’t slipping -- yet the baby firelizard-shaped lump in his sleeve shook every now and again. Almost shivering in anxiety, and with a gentle frown, Ielin slipped a hand over the warm shape of his little blue.
“Hey now, I got’cha.” His tone is low, but it gains Waves’ attention as he turns. “No matter what they do, I got you -- an’ you got me.” Lessons had always talked about projecting good thoughts to eggs on the sands, but did it work for firelizards? The candidate swallowed, trying to summon good thoughts to the front of his mind. Warmth, surely. Perhaps if there wasn’t a dragon waiting to take him back to Crom, they could go for a swim on their free time. The activity surely helped soothe nerves… The trembling lessened slightly, and Waves crawled out a bit more from his shirt, if to press under the edge of Ielin’s jaw and neck a bit more bodily.
If he was leaving the Weyr so soon, at least he had a firelizard, right?
Yet the door comes into view, and Ielin has to take a slow deep breath to shake the nerves trying to rise up once more. He could do this.. Surely. Fist raising, he knocked on the door--waiting until he’s bidden in to enter. “You.. wanted to see me?”
Uta
Nervous island is nervous
