Sun Feb 23, 2025 9:41 pm
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Weyrling S'jay of Bronze Alzenoth
As they stood apart from everyone else, waiting for his long-awaited glory to befall them, Sanjay habitually listened to what fragments of surrounding conversations they could pick up; it was an easy and casual way to understand one's competition, and possibly arm one's self against them. But he found nothing worth his time. Not a single one of these Candidates interested him; not for a weapon, not for a tool, nor his own amusement. Trivial, he sighed inwardly to himself, objecting once again that he must suffer such miserable company. And to think, he was expected to consider this ragtag group brothers and sisters in arms one day!
But as Scarlet Vow rocked more vigorously, cracked with greater force, Sanjay shifted his singular focus to it once more. In a shower of shell fragments and egg goop, a bronze emerged before Semaca, immediately demonstrating his strength and merit in an impressive display. Sanjay was immediately enamored, though he appeared as impassive as ever. But said bronze didn't seem as interested in his options, glaring at Semaca's Candidates in clear disdain as he began moving toward them. Joffrey, foolish dimglow he was, was so bold as to extend a hand to him, but earned his just reward in short order. Nebulaeth's firstborn retaliated by biting Joffrey's hand and pulling him down hard, before promptly stepping on him and carrying on his way.
Some part of Sanjay felt incredibly vindicated in seeing a fellow Candidate be so humiliated before all of Semaca, but he didn't let Joffrey's reality check and what bleating followed hold his focus for long; he had much more important matters to address, such as a certain spectacular bronze hatchling approaching him.
Everything in Sanjay's vision was consumed by rainbows in that once-in-a-lifetime moment of Impression, and a voice, smooth and powerful, entered his mind. It was a voice that made one want to listen, to heed his every command, to cater to his every whim. Hm, he mused. I suppose you're the best pick of this pathetic lot. You'll do. Now come, feed me. Sanjay blinked to clear his vision, but regarded Alzenoth as cooly as ever once he did, as though his face was frozen in a permanent expression of neutrality, regardless of how alive he felt. At long last, his moment of triumph had come, and a greater future with it. At long last, he would be more than who he was before, power at his fingertips and his fate in his own two hands.
Let Semaca witness them, S'jay and...
Alzenoth, S'jay greeted. I understand it must've been difficult to detect my quality among countless unworthy Candidates, but I assure you, I will more than do. Really? Alzenoth answered, eyes somehow narrowing further. Well, how about you put some meat in your hands rather than your fate. I told you to feed me. S'jay frowned. That wasn't exactly what he'd expected from his bronze, his long-awaited lifemate, and his greatest ally. But still, he couldn't deny he felt hunger gnawing in his belly like something monstrous, Alzenoth's needs blurring into his own, his awareness of his dragon fresh and raw and...so, so unrefined.
To ease that uncomfortable feeling, S'jay recognized they needed to act and nodded once, an almost curt answer to Alzenoth's demand, to which Alzenoth responded with a snort; clearly, they needed to work on a few things. Together, they walked toward where meat waited in buckets, putting all else behind them, for all else was irrelevant. S'jay cared not for his once classmates, especially while he was apart from them all; Alzenoth hatched first, meaning he was first of his weyrling class, and he looked to no one as his equal for but one wonderful moment.
Be quick about it, Alzenoth quipped upon arriving at a bucket of meat, curling his tail irritably at his haunches. Though his nose wrinkled ever so subtly as he picked up a morsel of meat, S'jay did as he was bid and offered it to his waiting bronze, though whether his change of expression was in disgust at touching raw meat or annoyance at being ordered around by a newborn dragon was hard to distinguish. Alzenoth wolfed down his first piece of meat before snorting once. Good, he praised. Again. S'jay sighed, but obliged, hoping that Alzenoth would outgrow this phase.