After the meeting was done, it was time for everyone to go and get their sleep. 6 hours wasn't nearly enough for any normal human being starting such a bold adventure the following day, but it appeared that no one in this merry band of want-to-be dragon riders are normal. You have an illiterate- well, almost illiterate- farm girl, an erotic, obscene cowboy, a resolute, mead loving viking, a friendly glaive wielder, and an overly snobby dragonrider descendant. And don't forget the gypsy boy who had no idea what the hell he was doing.  What could possibly go wrong?<br/><br/>No sleep. That's what could go wrong. The thing was, however, this sleepless night wasn't unlike any other sleepless night Yeeru has had. He's had them ever since he could remember, and the only different that insomnia had between one night and another was what exactly he did that day. Some nights, especially on a very labour intensive day, he could hardly move. Those nights really sucked because he basically had to lay there starring at the ceiling until they lightened up a bit.<br/><br/>Although he didn't do anything that would have strained his muscles that day, he still laid there silently on his bed. Mainly just in thought. This was entirely foreign territory for the gypsy, and he wasn't sure what he was to do with the information he was being given so suddenly. Although most of his concerns about the dragon eggs were covered during the second meeting, Yeeru couldn't help but feel... uneasy. He didn't know how this whole choosing this worked, or what the dragons based their criteria on, but what if he gets a dragon that's nothing like him? What if the dragon likes him but he doesn't like the dragon Vice versa? What if they both ed up hating each other even though at first they liked one another? What if the dragon runs away? What if he loses it or something happens to it? Would he really die with it? Or was that just figuratively? Yeeru simply didn't, and it concerned him, yet it made him want to find out to get it out of the way. If time moved faster, soon he'll be finding the answers to those questions himself rather than wondering about them.<br/><br/>As the stars were just starting to fall out of the sky through his window, the time struck one. One AM. Almost time to go. Yeeru got up from his bed and shrugged, getting himself into a new pair of clothes and folding his old ones neatly. He grabbed breakfast downstairs and finally grabbed his pigeon, and by the time the Lore Master got to his room to wake him, he was already leaning on the door in the hallway.<br/><br/>"Morning Lore Master." Yeeru smiled simply at her, helping her knock on everyone's doors, but not calling out like she did. He was already ready to go, so once she told them to get in their wagons, Yeeru was the first there, sitting comfortably on top of the steed that will carry him and his wagon.