Post by Kite on Jun 28, 2013 0:13:38 GMT -5
Arisato wandered his way down into the vault deep within Erolas, and into the Vault with the dragon’s eggs feeling an edge of excitement and anticipation. Ever since he had taken the invitation to the Isle of the Riders a year ago, he was mentally preparing for this moment. This moment, and perhaps the ones to follow, was what he came for, dealt with the pre-city accommodations of Vroengard for. He came to surpass those he held in contempt, those who looked down upon him once and for all, for they could not reach the dizzying heights of the Riders of Alagaesia. If they could, however, he would still have them on time. He was among the first 10 humans to be selected to even try to become a Rider. His reknown for that alone would skyrocket even more, should he be selected by the dragons.
He shakes his head slightly and laughs as he walks through the door. ‘Should’ he be selected? That should not even be among his thoughts, he was going to be selected to become a Rider. It was simply a matter of course, the blank slate of his achievements and praise ready to be written as he ascends to the true power and prestige that the position of Rider afforded. He would become one of the greatest Riders who ever lived, his story passed down through the ether of the future. One of the first humans to be inducted into the Order of Riders, he would bring honor to his race and himself and his partner, and leave an inheritance that would only push his fellow human Riders further in his example. A lofty goal, to be sure, but one he was confident he would attain. His father would have to find another heir to his merchant lifestyle, but considering they had other children and family they would not be want in adequate replacements for Arisato, and Arisato could not imagine the monotony of the merchant lifestyle, even a rich and powerful broker like his father. He could only imagine the benefits of that work, which he’d lived all his life. He was confident he could work like the rest of them, and he had done so through school and tutoring, he was a well educated man and well taught in every aspect of the gentleman. He had striven harder and further than his peers to become so, and to get the highest honors. He had no doubt that he could have striven and succeeded in his pursuits, whatever the course. This, however, was the course he had chosen. The choice he had been given. The course of the Riders of Alagaesia.
He strode through the vault deep within Erolas, wide eyed and somewhat in awe. Simple in that it was not heavy in material splendor, it was a powerful scene nonetheless, holding eggs from the Riders and even wild dragons well defended and safe from those who would do them harm. The gravity of the room was not lost upon him, and he moved around carefully, not disturbing the eggs but for a single touch to each, his confidence and awe at the forefront, not for his surety that one would hatch for him but for the possibilities that he saw for them both and that he intended to bring to reality, before moving back to the middle of room and awaited the movement or silence that was to be his first, hopefully last, trial to becoming a Rider. He adds a silent prayer to whatever gods or spirits would listen that he would be able to back up his confidence and prove his desires true, before becoming still in the room.
He shakes his head slightly and laughs as he walks through the door. ‘Should’ he be selected? That should not even be among his thoughts, he was going to be selected to become a Rider. It was simply a matter of course, the blank slate of his achievements and praise ready to be written as he ascends to the true power and prestige that the position of Rider afforded. He would become one of the greatest Riders who ever lived, his story passed down through the ether of the future. One of the first humans to be inducted into the Order of Riders, he would bring honor to his race and himself and his partner, and leave an inheritance that would only push his fellow human Riders further in his example. A lofty goal, to be sure, but one he was confident he would attain. His father would have to find another heir to his merchant lifestyle, but considering they had other children and family they would not be want in adequate replacements for Arisato, and Arisato could not imagine the monotony of the merchant lifestyle, even a rich and powerful broker like his father. He could only imagine the benefits of that work, which he’d lived all his life. He was confident he could work like the rest of them, and he had done so through school and tutoring, he was a well educated man and well taught in every aspect of the gentleman. He had striven harder and further than his peers to become so, and to get the highest honors. He had no doubt that he could have striven and succeeded in his pursuits, whatever the course. This, however, was the course he had chosen. The choice he had been given. The course of the Riders of Alagaesia.
He strode through the vault deep within Erolas, wide eyed and somewhat in awe. Simple in that it was not heavy in material splendor, it was a powerful scene nonetheless, holding eggs from the Riders and even wild dragons well defended and safe from those who would do them harm. The gravity of the room was not lost upon him, and he moved around carefully, not disturbing the eggs but for a single touch to each, his confidence and awe at the forefront, not for his surety that one would hatch for him but for the possibilities that he saw for them both and that he intended to bring to reality, before moving back to the middle of room and awaited the movement or silence that was to be his first, hopefully last, trial to becoming a Rider. He adds a silent prayer to whatever gods or spirits would listen that he would be able to back up his confidence and prove his desires true, before becoming still in the room.
