Post by iradial on Nov 7, 2008 4:27:28 GMT -6
When Nerilan had learned she had been worthy to stand as a candidate, she planned ahead. She had thought she had it all together, and she was finally making something out of her life. She would come to the weyr, impress her dragon, and live her life as she saw fit. Of course, Nerilan's vision of the weyr was one that was fantastic, and utterly false, as she had learned. All her plans... they seemed so distant now. Nerilan knew, though, that simply because the real world was much harsher than she thought, that her idyllic future was not lost. She would have to cope, and learn to deal with her new world. Easier said than done, of course, but Nerilan always had been optimistic.
The blonde had taken the kitchen woman's advice and gone to the infirmary, where a healer took one look at her and promptly fetched her a generous amount of the skin protecting lotion. The healer had gone on to list some tips about living in the south, and Nerilan remembered not to bob her head. Shortly after her infirmary visit, Nerilan had decided to cut her hair. She had, and it was a rather messy job, too--her blonde hair now fell a little past her chin--but it was much easier to deal with.
She had forgotten about her neck being exposed, though, and had not applied lotion there, so that was now an impressive shade of red; Other than that, the lotion had done a fine job of protecting her skin. She had yet to get used to the heat--she doubted she ever would--but staying out of the sun during the hottest parts of the day helped; Nerilan tried not to imagine what summer would be like.
Chores were difficult, but Nerilan was a master at acting obsequious, and those who behaved usually were able to avoid the nastiest and most taxing of chores. Nerilan had yet to have to muck out stalls, luckily. Being a candidate was not the easy life holders speculated it to be. She was tired, her bones were weary, but sleep at least came easily.
She did have some free time, though. On this particular day, she had decided to see the hatching sands; Sheluth had risen, and it wouldn't be long until the grounds were guarded by the massive golden dragon, so now was the time to go. Nerilan was unsure of whether candidate were allowed there or not, but she saw no harm in taking a quick peek...
Stepping into the cavern, Nerilan's brows shot up. A wave of heat washed over her, making the high Southern temperatures seem as welcome as a cool spring breeze. The heat burned through the soles of her shoes, too, so she wasted no time in striding over to the stands. Taking a seat a few rows up, Nerilan escaped the blistering sands. Absently, she fondled a strand of hair--she had yet to grow accustomed to it's length--and scanned the empty sands. It certainly was a sight to see; it would be even grander with a clutch of eggs on it. At the thought, Nerilan sighed and let her mind drift off.
The blonde had taken the kitchen woman's advice and gone to the infirmary, where a healer took one look at her and promptly fetched her a generous amount of the skin protecting lotion. The healer had gone on to list some tips about living in the south, and Nerilan remembered not to bob her head. Shortly after her infirmary visit, Nerilan had decided to cut her hair. She had, and it was a rather messy job, too--her blonde hair now fell a little past her chin--but it was much easier to deal with.
She had forgotten about her neck being exposed, though, and had not applied lotion there, so that was now an impressive shade of red; Other than that, the lotion had done a fine job of protecting her skin. She had yet to get used to the heat--she doubted she ever would--but staying out of the sun during the hottest parts of the day helped; Nerilan tried not to imagine what summer would be like.
Chores were difficult, but Nerilan was a master at acting obsequious, and those who behaved usually were able to avoid the nastiest and most taxing of chores. Nerilan had yet to have to muck out stalls, luckily. Being a candidate was not the easy life holders speculated it to be. She was tired, her bones were weary, but sleep at least came easily.
She did have some free time, though. On this particular day, she had decided to see the hatching sands; Sheluth had risen, and it wouldn't be long until the grounds were guarded by the massive golden dragon, so now was the time to go. Nerilan was unsure of whether candidate were allowed there or not, but she saw no harm in taking a quick peek...
Stepping into the cavern, Nerilan's brows shot up. A wave of heat washed over her, making the high Southern temperatures seem as welcome as a cool spring breeze. The heat burned through the soles of her shoes, too, so she wasted no time in striding over to the stands. Taking a seat a few rows up, Nerilan escaped the blistering sands. Absently, she fondled a strand of hair--she had yet to grow accustomed to it's length--and scanned the empty sands. It certainly was a sight to see; it would be even grander with a clutch of eggs on it. At the thought, Nerilan sighed and let her mind drift off.
