Post by Elessar on Mar 28, 2013 22:35:17 GMT -5
Lucian had always, from the age of ten, been restricted to a very strict schedule. It was the schedule of first and apprentice and then a journeyman smith crafter. It was the same every day. Rise before dawn to get the fires hot and the bellows working, then toil and sweat in the heat and the flames all day, until finally the sun began to set. Then it was home for a quick dinner and blissful sleep.
The not-so-restricted schedule of being a candidate was driving Lucian mad.
He still rose before dawn from sheer habit, and worked on his crafting and did his candidate chores, but he seemed to have a lot more free time now and that was extraordinarily odd for the young man. And so it was that midnight found him still awake. He was sitting on one of the ledges around the Weyr bowl, staring up at the skies, studying his favourite thing in the whole world (the stars) when a sudden wild energy hit him
The moon was full and bright, and Lucian, filled with this strange, eerie energy that felt like lightning in his bones, stood up so quickly that his fire lizard Dreamer squawked in protest and fell off of his chest. Chattering angrily at him, she climbed back onto his shoulder, n but was immediately dislodged again as Lucian began tearing off his clothing.
Screaming a feral shriek into the night, Lucian took off running, his bare feet carrying him away from the Weyr and into the forest. Still whooping and yelling, he crashed through the foliage like an animal on rampage. Swinging from branches and jumping over fallen logs, his careen through the trees did not stop until he was waist deep in a stream.
Panting, his chest heaving, the candidate tipped back his head and yelled, yelled as loud and as far and as feral as he could, yelled until the very breath was gone from his body and it was all he could do to stand there and gasp for breath.
The not-so-restricted schedule of being a candidate was driving Lucian mad.
He still rose before dawn from sheer habit, and worked on his crafting and did his candidate chores, but he seemed to have a lot more free time now and that was extraordinarily odd for the young man. And so it was that midnight found him still awake. He was sitting on one of the ledges around the Weyr bowl, staring up at the skies, studying his favourite thing in the whole world (the stars) when a sudden wild energy hit him
The moon was full and bright, and Lucian, filled with this strange, eerie energy that felt like lightning in his bones, stood up so quickly that his fire lizard Dreamer squawked in protest and fell off of his chest. Chattering angrily at him, she climbed back onto his shoulder, n but was immediately dislodged again as Lucian began tearing off his clothing.
Screaming a feral shriek into the night, Lucian took off running, his bare feet carrying him away from the Weyr and into the forest. Still whooping and yelling, he crashed through the foliage like an animal on rampage. Swinging from branches and jumping over fallen logs, his careen through the trees did not stop until he was waist deep in a stream.
Panting, his chest heaving, the candidate tipped back his head and yelled, yelled as loud and as far and as feral as he could, yelled until the very breath was gone from his body and it was all he could do to stand there and gasp for breath.