Candidate Bede
What was he even doing?
Truthfully, he didn’t know. The hatching had upended many things Bede had thought he knew, and came with life-altering words and a whole mess of confusion. The person Bede had thought he was… was he truly that person, though? Truthfully, he’d been left with far more questions than answers, and his mind was a mess, trying to make sense of it all. The person responsible for much of his confusion… they hadn’t really spoken since the hatching.
He wanted answers but he wasn’t sure if he should even ask. The drama of the hatching had been a lot, and Fujin and his new bonded were sure to be busy.
Maybe he should leave.
But… he didn’t want to. For all that he was still gathering the courage to knock on the door, he wanted to know Fujin better. Know why the other teen had said the things he had. Perhaps get some idea of what to do about it all. But to do that, he had to actually talk to Fujin. And thus, he stood in front of Fujin’s new weyrling quarters, trying to work up his nerve.
Burying his hands in his curls for a moment as a way to steady himself, Bede took a deep breath, in and out. He was sure he looked pitiful to anybody else in the area, hesitating like this… he could only hope Br’on and his egotistical green weren’t around. Bede’s pride wouldn’t survive the mocking that was likely to follow. From his shoulder, Silk nipped at him- a warning to stop his waffling, but gentle enough to not break skin.
Another breath then. And then, another. This went on for several minutes, before Bede could finally stand it no longer. If he hesitated any further, he’d never bring himself to talk to Fujin. With shaking hands, he finally reached out, knocking on the closed door.