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Topic Started: Jul 30 2012, 10:16 PM (153 Views)
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Dusk had fallen, the rich cerulean of the summer sky retreating to a deep, rich black-violet and loosing a smattering of milky stars. He'd stared at the night sky more times than he could count, but, for some reason, it felt different. Strange, alien, out of place -- he was nervous and he hated the feel of it, the mild panic tingling just beneath the skin. So he peered up at the deepening heavens for just a few seconds more before turning back to the barracks, sandy path with the last dying rays of sunlight.

He paced about his room a bit more -- arranging and rearranging his rather sparse personal belongings, stripping out of one tunic and throwing on another. After fretting over his hair for several minutes (and quitting with a frustrated sigh when the wild curls refused to lay just so), he found himself scowling at nothing in particular over his strange behavior -- because Tzalok did not get homesick, much less stressed about having a new bed to sleep in. Finally he decided he'd seen enough of his cramped quarters, and wandered back down the halls of the barracks, peeking into rooms as he passed and finally winding up in the shared common room.

With a huff, he slumped into one of the cots he found there, worrying at his hair once more as he soaked in the new shape of the room. There wasn't much trouble to get into, not yet, and his first hours at the Weyr had been strangely slow. It was awkward, he would admit, having no one know your name -- and, in turn, not recognizing the most of his new peers. It would pass, he was sure, and he would be up to his nonsense again in a day's time... but for now, he sulked.

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Eggs on the sands, Tahven couldn’t help but smile. Even now Bresaith’s clutch would be hardening in the warmth of that cavern. He did his best not to dwell on the odds. Honestly, they weren’t in his favor. Some thirty candidates, only sixteen eggs. Well, maybe that put him at almost a fifty-fifty…right? He pondered the problem, but eventually gave up trying to figure out the exact odds. Numbers had never been his things, besides, it wasn’t like good or bad odds had ever helped him before. Tahven just had to, well wait for his dragon to show up. Obviously all the others weren’t meant for him. Still, it did feel a little like rejection after this long. Maybe a wher?...Wait no that meant mines and there was absolutely no way he would be going into any tunnels.

That and it meant staying up all night. He would much rather sleep when the sky turned dark and wake just before it began to lighten. Still, the excitement over the clutch kept him overlong within the common room. Not really doing much of anything besides enjoying the quiet serenity it offered him. Lounging comfortably on a chair, finished with chores long ago, clean and full. Nim lay contentedly on his shoulder, all curled up, her breath humming slightly in her deep sleep. His mind wandered, to topics pleasant and unpleasant.

How long had he been at Vaioa now…almost a year right? So, that would mean D’vel. He cringed. Well, if the weyrling had caught up to the rest of his class. They might be flying by now, no wait, they would be flying now. Tahven swallowed hard, to be honest he still felt guilty about the accident. Maybe he didn’t feel sorry, but he did feel ashamed. Ashamed he didn’t feel regret for those actions. He would have to tell himself that D’vel would be able to fly and would not be a…well had he ever seen an injured rider that couldn’t, well, ride?

Still as his mind drifted on dragons and their growing he couldn’t help but see Seliath in his head, and more importantly Kari next to her. The thought made a small smile appear on his face. They would be flying now. He would need to meet up Kari, ask her how that felt. Yet, they were also coming up on another important stage in the dragon’s life, and that made him hold very tightly to the chair’s armrest. Would Kari be ready for what came when a green rose? Blinking quickly it was as if he awoke and he spotted someone he did not recognize lounging on a couch opposite him.

Dimly he remembered the young man moving fretfully about. It wasn’t difficult for Tahven to pick out the new candidates, he knew all the old ones, and there was a certain air about that new ones that just announced their presence. At least this guy seemed to be holding together alright. He had seen far worse. Feeling companionable he spoke up, best get to know the guy. Make him feel like he had a home at the weyr. After all, they could be wingmates, he would want to be on good terms with anyone covering his back while Thread fell. Amiable smile on his face he nodded toward Tzalok, “You must be new, haven’t seen you around before. Name’s Tahven, you got any questions feel free to ask. I’ve…well, hmm. I’ve been a candidate for a good while now, so there isn’t much I haven’t seen. Besides well, you know a dragon walking towards me to make impression.”
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