Brown Impressions

Writers: Stacey
Date Posted: 8th October 2006

Characters: C'ran
Description: Cerran Impresses
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 14 of Turn 3

Cerran was finishing the last of his food when he saw his brother, sitting across from him cock his head and get that curiously blank look that meant he was talking to his dragon. The instant eager grin that spread across A'ran's face had Cerran sitting up straight about the same time the humming started.

"What is that?" Cerran asked, feeding a piece of herdbeast to Sky who sat on his shoulder. Sky chirped a thank you and gobbled it down humming contentedly now that he was full.

A'ran's grin grew even wider as he jumped up. "Come on brother, that's the sound heralding the arrival of the hatchlings." He replied eagerly, rubbing his hands together as he grabbed up his tray and Cerran's jogging over to put them with the rest of the other dirty trays.

When Cerran just sat there absorbing that and the strangely comforting sound of dragons humming A'ran ran back and hauled Cerran to his feet, ignoring the indignant squeak that came from Sky as he was jostled and pulled Cerran towards the Candidate dormatories. With a hard shove A'ran pushed his brother into the barracks.

"Move brother i have to go and ferry in the family they'll kill me if they miss out on this." A'ran barked, slapping his brother on the back as he turned and jogged off to find his dragon. "Good luck!" He yelled over his shoulder as he ran around the corner.

Cerran jolted out of his shock and surprise immediatly ran over to his cot and pulled the white Candidate robe off its hook on the wall behind his bed.
Helpfully Sky few to perch on the end of his bed, humming softly himself now. Not sure how much time he had he pulled the robe on over the top of his clothes and changed his lighter boots for his much stouter ones remembering how hot the sands had been. As he dressed Cerran was aware that other Candidates were in the same bewildered state as him and were also dressing.
Quickly he ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his robe hoping that he looked presentable. As he waited for the others, they had to wait for somebody to lead them all out, nerves hit him creating an entire flair of excited, agitated flits in his stomach. He was so nervous and anxious he felt like being sick and only sheer will power stopped him seeking out the latrines.

Finally everybody was dressed and a man he recognised as the Weyrlingmaster appeared in the doorway and gestured for them to follow him. Lining up Cerran followed behind and felt comforted in a sense when Sky glided over and landed on his shoulder, wrapping his tail securely around his neck.
The flit's humming had increased to match the increased noise level of the adult dragons humming throughout the weyr. Cerran felt like he was in a strange twilight zone as everything was magnified and yet was happening so quickly.
Before he even realised it he was being ushered out onto the Hatching sands and found himself looking up at the huge golden Queen and up even further to the tiers filling up with people and dragons. Cerran shifted from one foot to the other, his nerves not helped at all by the fact that he was on show.

Looking around Cerran managed to make out several members of his family, his mother, uncle and one of his brothers. He noted that A'ran was absent meaning he'd probably gone back to get the remaining members of his family.
As if in answer to his thoughts A'ran came in leading the rest of his family and he watched as they sat down. Cerran smiled nervously at the Candidates he knew and considered friends now.

"Sky? Go to A'ran now." Cerran suggested, willing the thought into his flit and with a chirp of acknowledgement Sky nuzzled his cheek and launched himself to glide up to his brother. Cerran immediatly felt lonely without the comforting presence of his flit but he straightened his shoulders and pulled himself to together in time to see that the eggs were rocking violently. Cerran watched as one egg cracked and then cracked a second time as a brown forearm forced the crack wider. Cerran was only half aware of the crowds eager calls and increased chatter as the little brown continued to force his way out of the egg. Cerran held his breathe as the little brown came towards them but he stopped in front of the Candidate in front of him.
Cerran recognised him as Dirwol and felt a wave of disappointment wash through him as the little brown seemed to hesitate in front of the other boy. Becoming aware of a tight feeling in his chest he willed himself to breathe and willed the little dragon to come to him noting that the hatchling's colouring was the light golden-brown of sand. As if he heard him the brown came towards him and paused in front of him.

}:Cerran i am Shilath.:{ Came a voice in his head. He was only vaguely aware of the cheers and congratulatery applause from the crowd.

Cerran stared at the dragon in front of him wondering if he'd spoken to him.
}:Of corse i spoke to you, yes i heard you and i am yours now, as you are mine.:{ Shilath said reassuringly as he butted against Cerran's knees.
Cerran felt an overwhelming sense of relief, love and comfort as he realised the little brown was indeed his. In response to his emotions he felt an answering surge of love, relief and hunger from Shilath.

"Come on you are hungry." Was all Cerran was able to get out past the lump in his throat and the tight feeling in his chest as he led Shilath off the Hatching Sands. At the promise of food Shilath creeled softly in hunger and anticipation as he followed after Cerran.

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