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 Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:17 pm
((This is set during the Hatching Feast after the snake clutch. <3))
Anxiety was a somewhat foreign beast for him, one that was growing more and more steadily on a diet of new faces everyday. He couldn't escape the people here like he could in the mines, forced to interact and respect those who were here to teach him on how to be a Candidate. Intimidation and respect born of fear had been something he'd learned from a very young age, and he'd learned to utilize both these tools to the best of his ability. Now, however, that was no longer an option. When he'd been brought to this place at first, he wasn't sure if this was what would truly be best for him. It'd been a chance to get away from the mines he'd slowly learned to loathe, the people who still glowered at his broad back when they thought he wasn't looking.
Then the Hatching had happened. That was the only reason he was here now, crammed on a tiny bench with elbows and knees brushing against his own, trying not to lash out to shove away the unknowing offenders. It was a little easier when he was cramming food in his mouth, but his tongue felt rather numb to the taste as he focused on the young men and women with their new companions, clumsy, mewling beasts that already quieted now that they had found Theirs. And for the first time, Goran found himself dealing with a quiet ache in his chest--an ache that he'd filled with anger and violence in order to stifle emotional pain he wasn't good at handling.
What did it feel like, to have a companion like that? Something that only wanted your happiness, wanted to be by your side and fight along with you... He couldn't even imagine. But he wanted to. His shoulders rolled uncomfortably with the realization, teeth grinding silently before he set his hands on the table and pushed himself to his feet. He couldn't take this anymore, not after he'd paid his respects to those who had now Impressed. He shouldered his way roughly from the Hall, lumbering back to his own room to slowly sit on his cot. The quiet was well appreciated, and a rumble of a sigh slipped past his lips.
He was tired now, but at least not feeling weak--he'd seen a few of the Candidates faint on the sands, probably from the heat and adrenaline of it all. He didn't understand much of that himself. But for the first time, the man unknowingly finally felt like the other young men and women here; he was starting to feel the first pangs of truly and desperately wanting a dragon for himself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:50 pm
Fenferari had been concerned when the first few candidates had fallen to the sands during the hatching. Now he was quite close to a state of panic. It had been hard enough to stand for his first time among the shuffling dragonets, and he couldn't even get all the way through that before he was affronted with another problem. Sure, the first few fainting spells could have been chalked up to dehydration -which was still serious- but those that happened in the stands? It was pushing it. As much as he didn't want to think it was true, there seemed to be a sickness sweeping over youth and adult alike.
He had thankfully been able to remain cool while he had joined the feast. As far as the food went, he might as well have been eating mud. He was far too distracted by this new predicament to remember what he had felt as he watched the young dragons surface into the world, those expressions on the faces of each of their chosen. When someone as strong as the Weyrling Master had seemed to succumb to the same spell right in the middle of the feast, Fenferari was done being polite. He excused himself without a word and ran off to the nearest latrine to be sick, something only induced by his nerves under high stress, thankfully. It was out of the question to allow anyone else to see him as he came off of his forced act of control, every emotion he should have faced during the hatching and after impacting him hard as he clung to the latrine.
When his shaking finally stopped, he returned to his room, not at all surprised to find that Goran was already hiding out there. Goran, whom he had not yet been properly introduced to but had been sharing living quarters with him for a couple seven-days now. He made no motion of greeting to the other boy, simply made a bee-line for his cot so he could lay down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, tried to bury his face into the furs of his bed. This was all just terrible. Terrible!
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:51 pm
The sudden sight of movement was enough to make his head snap up aggressively, not in the mood to deal with anyone else--but this, he realized mulishly as he recognized the small body quickly hurtling to the other cot, was someone he'd have to tolerate. Still didn't know the kid's actual name, but that had been the last thing on his mind recently. Well, until now. He looked paler than usual, ill, even, and his eyes were furrowed as he took in the smaller.
There was an uncertain shift in his posture, the cot creaking unhappily under his weight. Words were something he struggled with, even now, and he was silent for a long time even as he stared at the other, eventually clearing his throat and swallowing a cough that surfaced from the action. "Hey," Goran grunted after a moment, not sure where he was going with this, but not particularly caring at the moment. A hand rubbed thick knuckles against the back of his own cheek, another grunt, and then he continued.
"...What'd you think?" The words came slow, but steady. He didn't say about what, didn't think he needed to. Wasn't it obvious? ...Was that what he was upset over? Goran wasn't sure, but his brows furrowed noticeably as he watched the otherwise still body.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:26 pm
The mop of black hair arose from where the face attached wallowed within the furs as he was hailed. After all, he was the only other one in the room. He was quite reluctant, really, the first thought springing to mind being that Goran might be about to exact some of that intensity on him. Really, he didn't think he could take anything more tonight. But the tone did not sound as rough as he thought it would, not quite so angry. Actually, the bigger male sounded rather... tentative.
Sniffing quietly, 'Rari used a hand to push the dark fringe out of his eyes, lips pursing. "I think it's just awful." He said, and felt his shoulders begin to tremble a little. "I think.." But the statement died out as he somehow got the impression that Goran was not speaking about the recent sickness. But what else was there... Besides...
"You mean the Hatching." He murmured quietly, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. Most admittedly he had not had a thought for it since everyone started taking a spill onto the sands. Fenferari did his best to think back, to forget the awful things that had mingled themselves in. "I don't think... I've ever been so happy, but so sad at the same time. It was very... bittersweet." Blue-grey eyes sought the other's face finally, wondering if he'd just made a fool of himself by what he'd said. Was there any semblance of understanding to be had there in Goran? But he had been honest at least.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:44 pm
What was that sound? Thick brows furrowed themselves even more so as he stared warily at 'Rari, the words that fell from the boy's lips not making any sense to him. Awful? His immediate reaction was to tense somewhat, incredulous and angry as everything began to fall into pace. Was he moping? But then the boy faltered, speaking of the Hatching as though that'd been the last thing on his mind. Goran reluctantly settled again.
Bittersweet. He mused over that for a long time, silently rolling the term over his thoughts before he nodded ruefully as though accepting. "...Wasn't really sure... what I was doing here. Now I want to be one. A rider." His words were as gruff as ever, but they were softer now, still hesitant. He didn't remember the last time he opened up to someone his age.
"Wanted to Impress one. Glad the others did. Bittersweet." A stiff, awkward shrug, and he glanced at the boy now as though considering something. "...Somethin'.... happen?"
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