Freckle and Marine had returned to take their places on Alisaide's shoulder, with Marine bringing along their journal as requested--how else were they going to write down everything they'd seen before heading off to the feast? They still had to get ready, of course, but they figured they could spare a few minutes to get some thoughts down in the meantime. There would be plenty more to get down on paper after the feast was done, but perhaps that segment of their notes would be better left until after they'd slept--even with all their excitement powering them, Alisaide didn't fancy their chances of staying awake through the entire night. There was only one problem with that plan, though--how else were they going to see what all the feast had to offer if they didn't stay for the whole thing?
It was on their way off the Sands that they spotted one of their fellow Candidates, still on the way out himself and looking a bit...crestfallen, to say the least. For a few moments, Alisaide couldn't figure out why--hadn't seeing the hatchlings been exhilarating? After it processed, they finally put two and two together: like them, he hadn't Impressed.
Hm. That wasn't something they could fix. But perhaps they could see about lifting his spirits just a tad...?
"Hey!" they called, trotting over to him in a small chorus of firelizard peeps as they held on tighter to compensate for the sudden movement. "Would you mind if I chatted you up for a little bit? You look...kind of sad. Which is sort of rude of me to say, I know, but--is there anything I can do to help?"
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