The voice prompted him to wake up. But he wasn't happy with it. No, Varric wanted to swat it away and be cross with it, because it had pulled him out of the most delightful dream he'd ever had about Dancer before. Of course, he would never tell her about it, nor would he ever dare consider thinking about it around her, that would just lead to improper reactions and likely, improper words, but... Wait a moment, those words, the ones that had broken through his dreams, that had spoken to him.
They had said something about coming to the sands. It had been an unfamiliar voice, one that he hadn't heard before, well... maybe once. He glanced around, then towards the door and that's when it struck him. The vibrations and the hums that were causing them. His eyes flew wide and he suddenly knew
what the voice had come from.
He climbed from bed and hurried into his robes, rushed to the basin and dipped his hands inside to scrub them over his face and through his hair. The sandals were next on his feet, and there was a sudden excitement in his belly that had only come during the last hatching he'd stood at. This was another chance to Impress, to join the ranks that his cousin stood with. He was eager to prove himself capable of being one of them, to have a dragon of his own. Soon enough, he was ready, but when he left the barracks, he found something curious outside his door - a little glass statue that he almost stepped on.
He picked it up and looked it over, then peered around. No one was around to have placed it there, and someone could have stepped on it, but it was honestly beautiful. He smiled and slipped back inside to place it on his bed, then hurried on out, soon finding himself in the crowd of candidates, eager to enter the sands, he looked for Daela, smiling when he spotted her, winking and mouthing Good luck
before looking forward and waiting to be allowed in.
Cat had been up late. Too late. He'd gone to the forge to work on a new project he'd taken up, now that his strength was finally returning to him, and it was such a relief to be working with metal again, that he'd found himself lost in the work; he'd missed the dinner he'd promised he would have with Nimmy, and by the time he remembered, it was nearing the midnight hour. He grimaced and knew it was too late to find her and apologize, so he was going to have to make it up to her some other way later on. For no, he needed to try and sleep as much as he could, rest while he as able, and wake up in the morning to enjoy the difficult work of tending to metal again.
He had just climbed into bed, just settled in with Emrys curled up in the crook of his arm. Thoughts of Nimmy being there instead were drifting into his thoughts in pre-dream... the coos from the shadow were starting to wrap around him but they were starting to sound like little hums. And the hums were growing ever louder, cascading over him like sheets of ice water and drawing him away from any thoughts of rest. He sat up, rubbed a hand over his face and looked around. It took him a while, maybe a moment too long, before he realized what it was, and he had to chuckle. "Of course they would choose this moment..."
Getting back out of bed, he was quick to put on something decent, but light. He'd been at a hatching before, so he knew to dress at least somewhat comfortably at least. He hadn't told Nimmy this, but he'd saved up, from the last moth or so of working in the stables and with beasts, to purchase something nice to wear to the feast, and he hoped she would approve when she eventually saw it. After pulling on his clothes, he combed his fingers through his hair, wished he had time for a shave, but shrugged it off and decided to go as he was. It wouldn't matter, he was just a spectator in the stands, and he was here to support Nimmy. No matter how he might feel, truly, going into this.
Finding his way to the stands, he made sure he was situated in a decent enough place, and folded his hands over his legs, then leaned forward, a fist pressing into his thigh. He was nervous about this, but he had to place his feelings aside and focus on Nimmy's first. This was her time, not his own, and regardless of how he felt... he would keep his promise to her: he would be cheering the loudest the moment she Impressed.
Dirce hadn't been able to sleep. She wasn't sure why... no, that wasn't the exact truth. She had received word from her friends at Tillek and they wanted to speak to her and Ferghas, yet she hadn't quite told him about it yet. She had to speak to him still, but she didn't quite know where to find him about the matter. Then there was the issue concerning her sister leaving for the Hall. She had just gone that morning, and ever since leaving, Dirce had been a weepy mess, as though she'd said goodbye to one of her own children. She'd spoken to a friend of hers from Atricis, and they seemed to understand - perhaps she had never truly faced the loss of her parents, despite it being well over to Turns now - and she thought that kind of made a little bit of sense. She wasn't ready to let go of those little pieces that reminded her of them.
Well, now here was her chance to to make it through another instance of having that fear of letting go - the humming startled her from the lures she was crafting, and she looked up when she nearly sliced her finger open in her surprise. The beasts around her, her lizard friends, informed her that it was the truth. She had two in this hatching this time, and she was both proud and amazed that her little heart was going to be able to tolerate the ups and downs of another hatch while wondering if the "nest was going to be empty" again. She set her things down, wiped her hands of grime, and stood. She wanted to dress in the pretty gown that candidate Sunaia had helped her find but... she decided it would be best to save that until after, when she would be able to better impress a certain goldrider...
For now, she changed into a light dress, pulled her hair back into a simple enough twist, and then checked on Inkspell and Icehide. They were comfortable, but looking at her with expectation. "You stay here, alright? Better if you stay put."
They didn't seem to mind - just yawned and curled back up, with Icehide nipping at his fancy friend before going back to sleep, humming be damned. She rolled her eyes and chuckled before departing, hand over her stomach with every step that she took towards the grounds. Once in the stands, she found herself a good spot to sit, and settled in, her height giving her the advantage of being able to see over the heads of those in front of her.