Who

Ziniel, Braenan (NPC)

What

Ziniel has a nightmare, and meets her bunkmate. Sneaking out may have happened.

Nightmare, Anxiety, Phobia

When

It is late night of the twenty-first day of the fifth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass. It is the fifty-second day of Spring and 79 degrees. It is overcast and cloudy.

Where

Candidate Barracks

OOC Date 07 Mar 2018 05:00

 

“Oi,” rolls at her from one of the stone eggs as it nudges her arm.


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Candidate Barracks

Hopes, dreams, and fears are contained in these cramped quarters, full of small cots and smaller trunks; thin ragged curtains barely provide privacy between the bunks, shining patches in the material suggesting one too many mending attempts. The minimal floor space is kept clear of debris and personal possessions, wide enough for a single broad table often used for study in the art of dragon care. It is a cramped space despite it all, when dragoneggs lie upon the Sands: there's no helping the worn surroundings, when use is at an all-time high. Near the entrance, one cubby exists, large enough to contain a bit of luxury for an adult overseer of the candidates, and a desk — for once in reasonable shape — is set to the left of the entrance, conveniently placed for the monitoring of comings and goings.


Wrapped in a blanket, and sleeping fittfully Ziniel is caught up in a nightmare. All that stone shifts, and moves towards her from all sides. It's a slow rolling wave of stone coming towards her. To crush the breath out of her lungs. The girl turns in her sleep. There has to be an escape! The stone catches up with her. Ziniel opens her mouth to scream. There's simply got to be a way to get out of this. So much stone, and no escape. It seems to breathe, to suck out the oxygen. The tossing, and turning has pulled the blanket up around Ziniel's face. Trapped her arms to her sides. What was that? Panic filled eyes turn to stare at… Eggs? Stone eggs roll towards her. Ziniel can't move. When had the stone wrapped round her? Ziniel screams as she fights against the blanket that pins her arms to her sides. It's her own doing that has wrapped her up, but she's still locked in the nightmare.

Braenan wakes at his bunkmate's scream, “Oi,” thick Tillek accent rolls out of him in sleepy annoyance as he rolls to peek under his bunk at the girl in the bunk below. Oh great. With a practiced ease, the young man rolls himself out of his bunk. Feet on the floor, he leans over and gives the girl a shake, “Oi,” he says softly right as the girl screams again, eyes flying open, “You okay?” he asks. Concern showing as he looks around. Other Candidates are starting to wake.

”Oi,” rolls at her from the nearest stone egg as it nudges her arm. She screams again. Panic, and fear is packed into that shrill sound. Ziniel's eyes fly open at that moment. Braenan is leaning over her. Concern clearly showing on his face, “You okay?” he asks. Ziniel can't move, the blanket's been wrapped tight round her torso through her tossing and turning, “here,” the older candidate says, “let me help,” and he does just that. Tears are sliding silently down Zini's face, “Y'er Ziniel, right?” she gives a weak nod, “Well I'm Braenan. Hey, don't. Y'er fine. Scared are ye?”

She feels like such a fool. The panic had been builing inside of her since the first night, “I'm a… “

“Trader,” Braenan finishes for her as she finds she can't speak without choking on near sobs of receding panic, “I seen it afore,” he says, “Them eggs'll crack, ye'll be left standin', and then ye can go back to y'er caravan,” he speaks with such knowledge, “This'll be my last time standin'. I'll be too old for 'nother Search by the end of this,” he sounds resigned to his fate, “Look. Last trader I was bunked with did better on the top bunk. Ye wanna switch?”

Ziniel gives a shake of her head, “No,” she does manage to get out before taking a long, shuddering breath, “Thank you,” is added after a second such breath. What was it that had triggered that nightmare? If she could figure that out, then perhaps she could avoid whatever it was? Then what the older candidate had said sinks in, “You think so? That I'll be able to go home?” that is a thought to hang on to. So much stone. It's everywhere, and she doesn't understand how anyone can stand it? Her wagon is much smaller than the barracks, but she's never felt trapped. Never felt like it was going to collapse on top of her. The nightmare is rapidly fading, and Braenan's calm voice is certainly helping her to calm down, “If we wait a minute for everyone to go back to sleep, we can maybe sneak outside for a few minutes. Just long enough for you to get y'er legs back as it were?”

Once things have settled the pair sneak out of the barracks. Out into the central bowl. Ziniel visibly relaxes, and she turns to Braenan, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake anyone. I asked someone how they handle it. All the stone. Everywhere? I was just dismissed. Like I was being exceedingly silly,” she eyes the gaping maw of the living cavern's entrance with some degree off wariness.

“I think when y'er used to something, it's hard to see that someone else may not be used to it. It'll take ye some time, but I really can't see someone as scared as you Impressing,” Such a cheerful thought, he smiles, and pulls out a water skin, “Here, drink some water, then we need to get back to our bunks. Y'er okay to go back?” Ziniel gives a weak nod, the water skin is eyed, “I'll pass,” she says as she heads back to the barracks. Luck is with them as they manage to make it back without being caught.

“Well, g'night,” Braenan says as he climbs up to the top bunk. Ziniel sits down on her own bunk, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs.

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