[PRP] Stick With Me, Kid! [Meztli/Nonami]

[ShinosBee]

It was still completely bizarre to be here. Western Weyr! Not to mention down among the candidate throngs, but that was a whole new level of wild to be thought over. It wasn't so very different from Black Sands, and yet...so much different! Meztli'd been thrilled to be invited along, so eager for the adventure of it that it'd taken arriving and being quartered with the rest of the kids to clue them in that they'd in fact, agreed to candidacy. Of course, then it'd been an easy enough thing to accept any way. It'd mean they were seeing more of the world, trying new things! Wasn't their main motto to try everything, after all?

Then of course word had come that the next clutches—clutches! Plural!—were to be at High Reaches. That had lit a fire in them that'd left them fit to dance through the halls, hips swaying and arms shaking. Another adventure, to the frozen northern lands! They'd met many a High reaches rider over the turns, come to Black Sands to relax. But going to High Reaches itself? That was the real fun! What must they eat there, where winter blew so fierce and mountains held back the agricultural boom of more bountiful areas?

That was their main quandary as they sat beside their cot tonight, pouring over their piles (and piles and piles) of clothes. What to wear? Would the hatchlings care? Of course, robes, but...for the gather after! And for the touching. And for the days of waiting when they'd be simply tourists at High Reaches when the eggs still held off cracking. "Mmmm, no, no....YES!" The large pile was slowly being sorted into two, one larger, one smaller, to be taken or left behind. With a lash of wine-red hair, they whipped about to face the nearest candidate, holding some gauzy teal thing up to their face. "What about this? Good with my complexion, or...?"

Prism Shine

 

[Prism Shine]

The past couple months had been an absolute blur for Nonami. Candidacy, now that they were finally able to stand, was a big mixing bowl of new assortments of worries. Facing dragon babies that were eager to find Theirs. Remembering all the rules. Staying calm, try to not stay in babies’ ways.. Claws, teeth... Their first clutch they were to stand for wasn’t Western’s own, but a double clutch at High Reaches Weyr, at that! They’d been told they didn’t have to go, that the candidate swap wasn’t mandatory. Yet, where would Nonami be if they didn’t try to be brave?

Their mother was brave. Amiari was raising seven kids now. Aranali was brave. Ezyzu was brave. Now it was their turn to be brave on the sands. The impending trip up to touch the eggs had had the newly-minted candidate eager to find something to take their mind off everything--spending a candlemark or two in the kitchens once free time rolled around helping to bake had been the right way to go. Plus, they had a small basket of the sweet-crusted cookies they’d been thinking about--and the ability to share them!

A small detour to their cot to change their flour-y overshirt was interrupted by another candidate whipping around, Nonami’s face flushing beneath the long curtain of mousy brown hair. O-oh.. Just another candidate, no need to jump.. Yet they blinked a bit owlishly, eyes darting between the garment and the candidate. They had no general judge on clothes--after all, they only went for muted tones and loose-fit. “I- I quite like it. Blue an’ red look nice together..”

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