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 Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 6:59 am
It was early. Rukbat had barely risen in the sky when the older candidate rose from his cot in the candidates' male barracks. A yawn pierced from his thin lips and he raised his arms above his head in a decent stretch before he moved on to take a bath. His daily candidate duties had become somewhat tiresome, all of the people he'd known as friends had moved on to become weyrlings, or riders, as the turns had passed. He could scarcely believe he was the last of the group that'd come from Benden Wherhold during the revolution. The last one to not be impressed to a dragon. The last man standing. As he bathed he glanced around the dark passage ways of the candidates' barracks. The other lads would begin to rise soon, he was sure, but he would not be there. He had more important things on his mind as of late.
A gold had laid a clutch on the sands. And those eggs would soon start to harden.
How many times had he touched eggs, gotten feedback from them, only to be rejected upon the sands. How many times had he hoped and was turned away disappointed. By now, those who watched over the candidates had become concerned, fearing that whichever rider had searched him had made a terrible mistake. Did he truly have what it took to be a rider? Did he truly have the innate skills destined to find a bondmate? To become a rider and fight thread? The man no longer knew.
As he finished his bathing, Dazarec rose from the warm water and hurriedly dried his lithe arms and shapely legs. He was childish in appearance, lacking the upper body definition that would mark him a man. His hair was balding and short, close shaven against his bulbous skull. His skin was darkened by the outside ventures he made. Most of his chores now consisted of running messages for those of the Weyr, having repeated candidate classes, writing and reading lessons, and various other menial things since arriving at Trine. Honestly, the man was beginning to feel as though he'd been stuck a candidate for most of his life.
As Dazarec jogged casually to the mess hall, his thoughts turned towards his family back at the Hold. He hoped they were doing well, although reaching out to them had been hard for him to do. He wasn't entirely certain how he would handle telling his family he'd not impressed. Would they be upset with him, disappointed? It was all he could do to tear his thoughts away as he approached the cooks in the mess. Warm cereal filled a bowl, steam rising in gentle swirls from the handcrafted piece. A slice of bread was added to his tray as well as a steaming cup of Klah. He nodded his thanks and shot the cooks a smile before he backed away and walked to a table. Other early risers were present, and his mind flashed to them briefly, although he did not join them. He was too compelled to being alone at this hour of morn.
Dipping pieces of his bread into his cereal, which had the consistency of Terran oatmeal, he ate ravenously. A smile of content plastered to his lips. He ate quickly, as he did anything, and then deposited his tray and bowl in the designated place before exiting the mess hall. By now, Rukbat had risen substantially and the sky was cast with a glow of cool warmth. He enjoyed the morning. It was peaceful.
Somewhere a bell tolled for weyrlings to begin their duties for the day and he grinned slightly. He enjoyed starting his own tasks when the weyrlings did. It made him feel closer to them somehow. The candidate strut into the street before taking off at a jog once more, winding up towards the healers station. "You're up rather early, aren't you?" A healer apprentice questioned him with her beady eyes, pointing her slender chocolate colored finger at him. He merely shrugged, "Sure." Dazarec's lips twitched and he continued on his way, picking up parcels needing to be delivered, or papers, it all depended on what they needed doing. He enjoyed this activity in the morning before his classes.
Another bell sounded and he frowned, he'd finished up his errands for the morning and had positioned himself near the outer wall to drink some cool cider and rest his weary limbs. Sighing, he pushed himself upright and rose to his feet his eyes cast towards the candidate barracks. 'Is it really the afternoon?' Dazarec questioned, his head tilting as he looked to Rukbat's position in the sky. Sure enough, it was over head and scorching. Another sigh.
Running in the direction where the candidates' classes were held he grimaced. He already knew what would be going on today, a clutch was on the sands, which meant that "Hatching Day" lessons would be starting again. Not only would hatching day lessons be starting, but the typical "what-to-do-when-you're-a-weyrling" lessons as well. Dazarec was honestly tired of hearing the same lectures repeatedly, he'd rather be doing those things already, not sitting around listening to the Candidate Master talk about it. The twenty turn old grimaced, clutching his hands into fists as he ran, 'Will it be me?' He wondered.
The man was filled with shame, at twenty he'd still not impressed a dragonet. Not that this was what shamed him. The people around him had come and gone, impressing or leaving the Weyr. It was difficult on his self-esteem that was all. And this was his last chance. He just wanted to make his family proud of him. That was all. He wanted to prove himself.
The lecture began the usual way, "By the shards of my dragon's egg! As you all know, Gold Killakeeth has laid a decent clutch for all you youngsters--" A look of disappointment was flashed Dazarec's way and he slumped lower in his seat, "to find that one piece of your soul that's been missin'!" The master continued his speech and Dazarec closed his eyes his leg shaking energetically. The bouncing disturbed his neighbor, a young wide eyed boy. Sighing, Dazarec stopped and instead tapped his fingertips on his arm, annoyed with being confined indoors when he could be running outside. He'd heard this lecture a thousand times if not more and although the names of the dragons may have been different the number one thing was that there were eggs on the sands. Under no circumstance were the candidates allowed to go view the eggs unattended. Blah, blah, blah.
Dazarec yawned in boredom and looked away from the master for a moment, his mind wandering freely. 'Perhaps this will be the time.'
The lecture ended some hours later, and Dazarec left the building with a sour look on his face, lips pursed in thought. 'I wonder...' His thoughts ground to a halt as he carried on towards the mess hall for supper. He could scarcely believe he'd missed out on lunch that day. Ah well, there would be free time after supper and before bed. He could hardly wait to run wild in the Weyr. Not in a destructive way, but just because he felt like running.
As he got his meatroll and cider the man sat at a table and began to eat, chewing thoughtfully. He wasn't aware of anyone else's presence, though surely someone would come to him at some point...[ wc: 1,250 ]
tl;dr another day in the weyr for twenty turn old candidate Dazarec. now it's dinner time and he's in the mess hall chewing on his meatroll. will anyone join him?
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 4:51 pm
OOC: Reciproth is from a previous Killakeeth clutch! Just rememebred and made an edit. No worries, she didn't speak any of it though.
It was the news of Trine! Killakeeth had laid a wonderful clutch with 22 eggs! It had been a very large clutch indeed and Naressa was quite pleased. With that many eggs there should be plenty of riders, be that none of the hatchlings between. The news also meant one other thing, the need for candidates.
So this was the prime time for the two of them to go out searching. They had spent most of the day away from the Hold in search of prospective candidates and had brought back two that had character and hopefully they'd prove worthy.
At any rate it was late now and she had just finished brushing and oiling the wiry blue and decided she was going to go to the dining hall. She collected a few things on her plate, mainly meat rolls and some nice Klah and was going to go sit in her usual spot but noticed Dazarec sitting by himself. She was aware he was reaching the end of his rope for being a candidate and she could tell it was bothering him. She made a slight face and then headed over and set her plate down across from him and sat.
"You don't mind if I sit here do you?"
She hoped he didn't. Plus she wanted to cheer him up, she had impressed her last year of candidacy and she didn't regret a thing about it. She hoped she'd be able to shed some light on the situation for him, if he wanted her to stick around anyway.
Plus, she figured this clutch would be a special one. It just so happened that 7 turns ago her and Reciproth had bonded by the same Gold who had a clutch upon the sands today. She figured luck would be upon him if anything, she could just feel it.
WC: 309
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 4:59 pm
AstoriaFallen --super duper rushed, sorry!--
Several heads turned and eyed the pair strangely before going back to their meals of meat rolls and what not. Dazarec ducked his head, "Sorry." He mumbled apologetically, trying to flash a small smile at the woman who'd been kind enough to join him in his lonesomeness. Not many people enjoyed being around him, he was just too focused on work, too driven, too... rambunctious.[ wc: 125 ]
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 6:59 pm
xx the prettiest fish xx Its all good, no worries. As she sat down and watched his facial expression she could tell he was having an interesting go about with her sitting here and suddenly burst out that it was okay. Though he had said it quite loudly. She gave a small smile and raised her hands as if to let everyone else know it was okay and everything went back to normal. "It's alright. I understand. You nervous about the clutch?" She asked taking a bite of one of her meatrolls and sighing with gratitude as she chewed and swallowed it. Boy had she been hungry. "You needn't worry you know. I have a special feeling about this clutch." She said with a semihushed tone, leaning in as if she was telling him a secret. "Do you know why that is?" She asked leaning back taking another bite of her roll. She figured she should try and get him interested, at least it would making talking to him smoother. She could tell he was nervous, or at least bothered by something. WC: 172
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 8:57 am
AstoriaFallen thanks for understanding dear!
Cocking his head to the side he tried to remember when she'd impressed. He'd had a feeling in his gut that she had impressed around the time of Killakeeth's first clutch, seven turns ago. Here in Trine. He'd been a candidate then too, though he hadn't really socialized much with the others. He never did. After being through so many tries to impress, he lost heart in finding his bondmate. It was a fact of life. He'd seen her though, and her lanky blue. Looking at Naressa now, Dazarec could scarcely believe she was a search rider and the like. Things were certainly getting interesting.
If truth be told, the man was nervous about this clutch. It was his last one after all. So he nodded carefully and shrugged, "I'ma bit nervous, yeah." He whispered, hardly heard due to his rush of speech. He felt guilty, he'd left his family to get a dragon, to become a rider, and he was letting them down all these years. He could barely stand it. But, he knew he may never clutch. If he wasn't able to... then oh well.[ wc: 308 ]
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 10:11 am
She smiled at him when he said he was a little nervous and she hoped that her feelings were right about this clutch. "I believe you were there when I impressed 7 turns ago. I'll have you know I was your age when it happened." She said taking a bite of her meat roll and leaning back. She chewed it and pointed the hand that held the food at him. "I just have a really good feeling is all. I was much in the same boat as you were, though I had been searched right before the hatching. I had long since given up hope of being a rider before then." She said to him, watching him and his actions. "I think it's just because the dragon meant for you hadn't been born yet. I feel that's why it took so long for me to find Reciproth. He just hadn't been alive yet." She hoped that she wasn't getting him down at all, she had wanted to give him some hope for this clutch, that he still had a fighting chance. "I know you're a bit nervous, by the shards I sure was. It's normal. Have hope and you'll see." She just hoped she wasn't building him up only to watch him crumble if he didn't impress. It was crazy to think that it had been that long already since she had impressed. Had the time really passed so quickly? It had been such a blur and now here they were and she was looking at a lad who had been in such a similar situation as her own had been. She knew what he was feeling and knew that he still had a chance. Even if this one wasn’t successful and she prayed it was, perhaps another dragon would clutch before it was too late for him. She knew that sometimes it was just fated to be that way, but she hoped for his sake he would impress. WC:306
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 10:43 am
AstoriaFallen d'aww tryin' to cheer him up~
Dazarec ate slowly, carefully. He frowned as he chewed his meat roll. Would he even have a chance? As she mentioned something about his dragon not being born yet he nodded. "I guess you are right." He frowned, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. He wanted badly to succeed. To bring happiness to his family. Have hope? That was all he did. He always had hope, but what he needed was faith. That was what he lacked. It wasn't that he didn't believe her, he just had a lack of faith.
There was no doubt she once felt how he felt. Though, Dazarec knew nothing about her. He didn't know the situation she'd been in before impressing. His was the only one he could truly adhere to. He wanted success. For his family, for his life, for everything. He wanted to succeed.[ wc: 218 ]
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