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Rajen was sitting up late, unable, for some reason, to get to sleep. He stared blankly at the ceiling, following any thought that crossed his mind. It had been a tiring day, but even when he closed his eyes he couldn't get to sleep.
A frantic knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts. "Wake up! The Hatching will begin soon!" Tauryn, the rider of light green Lovanith, bellowed. "Get out of bed and into your robes!" The other male candidates were muttering curses in various languages and rubbing their eyes in an effort to wake up at such a late hour. Rajen moved as if he were in a dream, and for a moment he wondered if he really was. His robe felt softer than it ever had as he slipped it over his head and it seemed to take a long time about falling to just below his knees. Around him, candidates were rushing to find their robes and get ready but Rajen strode out to meet Tauryn within a minute of her alert. When the rest of the male candidates had joined him, they were joined by the girls and marched down as fast as their tired legs could carry them to the Sands, where Lovanith's group of eggs was rocking frantically. Rajen looked around at his companions and suddenly felt very out of place. What was he, a humble holder doing here, on the Sands of Ryslen Weyr, waiting to Impress? Some of his companions had had the life long dream of being here, others had been through unspeakable things before coming here. And he had just been caught unawares by a snow storm. He didn't have much time to contemplate this because the first dragon of the clutch, a dainty light green like her mother, was making her appearance. She chose her rider quickly and the Hatching had truly began. It all passed quite quickly for Rajen. Each dragon hatched and quickly found their respective riders without a glance his way. It didn't help to think that many other Candidates were in the same position as he. An egg set a little bit apart from the others caught his attention as it began to rock. At the same time, a green broke her shell, drawing Rajen's attention to her. If you care about her more than me, I will go find someone else, a dragon's voice, very different from Erundyth's, much younger and very closely resembling his, grumped. Rajen whirled and found himself looking down at a tiny light blue dragon. Of course I care about you more than her, Ahroqaanth, he replied automatically, not sure how he knew this handsome little dragon's name. Why wouldn't you know my name? Ahroqaanth scoffed. I am so hungry! Can't we go eat? R'jen tore his gaze away from his blue to meet his sister's eyes where she was seated with a few other weyrlings in the stands. "He says his name is Ahroqaanth!" he announced with a smile before he was dragged off the Sands by his hungry dragon.  |