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Post by Dragon on Jul 22, 2008 14:56:51 GMT -5
- Minth, why did you have to tell Cele I was bored?! You know I was perfectly content to just sit around doing nothing like we used to! WHY?- Sh'ven asked Minth yet again that day. He stood just outside the hatching Sands, hands shoved as far into his trouser pockets as they could go. Minth was perched a little way off, a safe distance away that Amath would not feel he was threatening her eggs. The silver was crouched protectively at the edge of her clutch, wings spread slightly in a carefully balanced stance that would allow her to go after any who meant harm to her eggs in a second. Not that she would actually leave the clutch, of course. Since she had laid them on the Sands, she had not left to even eat, as was normal for a Queen. Cele had been bringing her food constantly. Also, since Amath refused to let Cele leave the Sands for more then an hour at most, the Senior Weyrwoman had set up a cot with a light blanket just at the edge of the sands. Sh'ven gave a rather load curse as he noted it was almost time for those sharding candidates to start arriving. Hearing this, Celestia sat up from her cot to glare in the direction of her friend and newly appointed Candidate Master. "Sh'ven, will you just shut up. You'll scare the Candidates!" She yelled at him. Fighting the urge to swear again, Sh'ven just gave a curt nod and turned back to wait for the candidates. Surely they would get here soon? This was a Touching, weren't they supposed to be excited and get here early? After all, they were permitted to spend most of today out with the clutch, familiarizing themselves with the eggs. Ah, speaking of the clutch. Sh'ven glanced back onto the Sands, looking upon the clutch of twenty eggs again. The queen egg was settled in it's place on honor somewhat apart from the others. It's shell a sparkling silver mottled with the colour of every dragon in the Weyr. A bit of copper here, some Onyx there with Scarlet swirling through, Purple and Jade and Diamond and Aqua. The majority of it was most certainly Silver though. This egg was sure to turn out an interesting dragon. The rest of the clutch was a good mixture of colours. One egg's shell was a stone-dust gray, with flecks of a dark black covering it. Another a bright amethyst, gleaming jewel like on the sands. One seemed to be a mixture of copper and scarlet, the two colours twining around eachother all over the egg. A small pale blue egg sat off to the side, looking like a robin's egg compared to the others. next to it, dwarfing it considerably was a massive jade that appeared almost black. A group of four was clustered together a bit separate from the others, one a dark purple-red, another a pale egg completely washed of colour, the third a dull brownish black, and the fourth a bright blue. Sh'ven turned away from the clutch again, sending a glare at Minth. - If the candidates drive me to full insanity, I'm blaming you.- was all he said. Minth only rumbled a laugh, staring off into the distance where the candidates approached. On the Sands
Impressed Purple Faereth to Niora Scarlet Renoth to R'lin Copper Tizrath to Aurelie Diamond to NPC Copper Nithuireth to Magena Aqua Kalimanth to T'kah Jade Partheluth to Nwalme Silver Staruenth to Crescentia Copper Maereth to M'ran Onyx Resivath to Z'tair
Between/Dead Maggot-infested Dragon 1 Maggot-infested Dragon 2 Maggot-infested Diamond Maggot-infested Onyx Maggot-infested Diamond Maggot-infested Purple
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Post by Femisis on Jul 23, 2008 10:15:39 GMT -5
The sound of heavy wingbeats filled the air, announcing the arrival of another dragon to the hatching sands. This dragon turned out to be none other than Sephiroth who carried the biggest, fattest wherry in his claws as he flew. Blood splattered everywhere, but he made a conscious effort to make sure that none got on the eggs, though the candidates weren't so lucky. When he landed, he dragged the buck over to Amath and presented the gift to his mate with the utmost respect. /For you, Amath dearest./ He said as he dropped the buck next to her. /I will watch the eggs while you eat./ He offered, then took a step away to give her room. He knew she didn't like anyone near her eggs, even him. Still, he was devoted to her and her health and she needed to eat a fresh buck.
Laughter sounded from the entrance of the hatching grounds, causing Sephiroth to look up and snort. "Sorry about that, he INSISTED on brining Amath something to eat." C'ero told Celestia apologetically as he planted a quick kiss on her cheek. "He makes such a sharding mess..." the Weyrleader shook his head at his dragon before looking to the incoming candidates. "The Touching's today?" He asked curiously. He knew he should have known that, but sometimes things just kind of slipped his mind. Turning his head, he looked at the clutch with an admiring eye, especially at the Queen egg. Faranth only knew what was going to come out of that when you considered Sephiroth's coloration...
/All of these eggs are splendid./ Sephiroth snapped angrily. /There is nothing wrong with any of them!/
/Just thinking./ C'ero replied mildly to placate the Onyx. Oh boy... Sephiroth was going to have a hissy fit come the actual hatching... With a shake of his head he stared out at the clutch and that the array of colors. One in particular caught his eye, a largish crimson colored egg flecked with purple, nestled toward the middle of the clutch. It stood out quite a lot as it was flanked by a white-ish egg on the left and a blue egg swirled with light green. Another on the edge was purple near the bottom, but split into the primary colors red and blue close to the top. Even beyond that were more eggs, but he was so lost in the sea of colors that he could barely pick them out individually from where he was standing.
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Crescentia hardly looked appropriate for a Touching, but time had gotten away from her and, before she knew it, it was time to head on to the hatching sands looking like a frump. She knew she looked rediculous in wherhide pants a plain shirt and sandals and soaked in sweat and mud, but it was either go now or miss it while cleaning up. That was no contest in her mind. She was going to the Touching and if she looked nasty, that was fine, just as long as she could touch the eggs. She'd take being covered in filth for an hour or so over being mauled to death at the hatching. The former was much more desirable than the latter. MUCH more desirable.
So here she was at the enterance of the sands, covered in filth of all sorts. She nervously ran her fingers through her hair as she entered, bowing deeply to the Queen. Would she be offended by the smell or how she looked? She certainly hoped not, or else Amath would probably chase her off the Sands. That certainly wouldn't be a plesant experience at all...
Straightening up, Crescentia moved away from the Silver to go touch the Queen egg. It was obvious which one it was, but she had to touch that one first. After all, she wanted to beat the rush and get a feel for the egg before she was run over by the other girls, many of whom annoyed her and all of whom were, most likely, much cleaner.
The shell really was pretty, she thought as she ran the tips of her fingers over the shell. Maybe the hatchling inside would resemble the shell, though that was an absurd notion. The shell RARELY had anything to do with the hatchling...
(Cutting post of here due to lightning.)
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Post by Pheonix on Jul 24, 2008 13:13:12 GMT -5
Niora was in the kitchens, as they had managed to convince them to let her in and get a snack. Her childish ways of convincing seemed to make the kitchen workers giggle, and it wasn't hard for her to get in. Her fluffy hair bounced behind her as she looked at all the different things in the kitchen, suddenly finding that more interesting than getting food. But she knew she had to hurry, as the Touching was going to be soon. At least she knew what the Touching was, otherwise she'd probably be in the kitchens for the rest of the day. Finally realizing that, she immediately stopped inspecting the kitchens and grabbed a bubbly pie, eating it quickly before she left. After thanking the kitchen staff she dashed out of there, making her way towards the sands.
Arriving at the entrance to the Sands, she looked around the entrance curiously. She had never been to this Weyr's Hatching Sands before. It was interesting. In fact, she had never actually been to a Hatching Ground before, only heard about them. With a huge, curious smile on her face she entered the Sands, looking around with wide eyes. "Ooh! Sand..." she resisted the urge to take off her sandals and wiggle her toes around in the Sand. But there was always the beach for that, even if this sand felt really warm and nice. But she decided that would be impolite, especially if she didn't compliment the Queen's beautiful clu- WHOA. The eggs... there were so many! And they were so pretty! All thoughts of sand abandoned, she kept walking towards the eggs and their clutchmother.
"They're so beautiful!" she said to Amath, bowing. "You must be so proud," she added with a cheerful smile. If that comment was meant towards Amath or Celestia was debatable, though it was most likely meant towards both of them. After admiring the Silver for a little while, she turned towards the eggs. The first one that caught her eye was the amethyst colored one. It was shiny, and it looked like a jewel! Niora loved jewels. She headed over towards it, running her hands over it lightly. Eggs felt so strange. They were hard, but soft. And warm. She could feel the dragonet inside... or at least, thought she could. Reluctant to leave this egg, she decided to touch another one.
The next one she went over to was the smaller blue one. It was so cute... because it was small! Touching it, she noticed it looked horribly small compared to this giant jade-black one sitting next to it. But that was okay! Big was good too! She touched the big jade/black one too. They felt different somehow. Even if it was subtle, they just... felt different. Like each egg had it's own personality.
Wandering back over towards the other eggs, she stopped at the Queen egg, looking at it. There was a bi tof a crowd around this one, though Niora couldn't really figure out why. It was just an egg, right? The other ones deserved attention too. But she did want to see what was so special about this one. Approaching it, she "excuse me"'d through the crowd, and put her hand on the egg gently. It was very pretty. Silver, black, copper, scarlet, purple, green, blue... so many colors! She traced the patterns with her finger, naming the colors as she found them... until she finally snapped back to reality and realized that other people were waiting to touch it. Appologizing, she left the crowd of people and headed towards the cluster of four eggs sitting off to the side.
She touched the egg that looked like it didn't have any colors on it at all, running her hands over it. She thought it was pretty, in a sort of simple way. The bright blue egg caught her attention next, so she touched that next. It was pretty and blue, which was one of her favorite colors. Well, almost every color was her favorite color, she didn't discriminate. Purple, blue, pink... she liked them all! Giggling at her own thoughts, she moved on to the purple and red egg, touching it gently. It felt so strange, they all did. She couldn't get over how odd it felt. She ran her fingers along it, and she was very tempted to sit in the sand with these eggs, she really liked them. It was warm, and it would be a perfect place to nap.... But the Queen might kick her out if she acted too motherly towards the eggs, so she didn't nap with them. "You're very pretty," she told them, nodding and touching the last egg in the cluster over here, the brownish-black one. "Especially you!" she told it, as the dull coloring was rather obvious compared to the other bright eggs in the cluster of four. Still, she had to wonder why they were seperate from the others. It was probably just where Amath had decided to lay them, though.
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Post by Sintarith on Jul 25, 2008 14:34:59 GMT -5
Nwalme was agitated. She knew that the touching was today, but she also knew that all of the other candidates would be there. People she hardly knew. People who would mostly likely judge her from her past. Like everyone did. That prospect was definitely frightening, but after all, where can you hide from people in a Weyr? Grudgingly, she slipped her sandals on, scowling at the white shirt she was wearing. Yes, it was cool and airy, but it was also far too big for her. It looked as though it should belong to a man. That alone seemed dubious. Not helping was the state of her hair. It looked as though fire lizards had nested in it, and ragging a comb through it was doing nothing but tugging her scalp and making it hurt, so she gave up with it. At least her sandy coloured trousers looked alright. So with hair all tangled and messy, a baggy shirt and an a rather scary prospect ahead of her, she left her room.
Wandering over to the hatching sands, she quickly realised how different they were to the sands at High Reaches. They weren’t enclosed in the weyrbowl, but just beside the beach - although the difference in temperature of the sand was immediately noticeable. The again, this entire weyr wasn’t exactly what you’d call ‘conventional’, she thought with a wry smile. It suited her perfectly. She halted just before actually stepping through the entrance to the sands, battling with the compulsion to turn tail and run. Angry with herself for being such a wimp, she forced herself to step forwards. It wouldn’t do to act like a wherry. What dragon would want her if she did?
Steeling herself, she quickstepped across the hot sand, until she stood a distance away from Amath and Sephiroth, but directly in front of them. Bowing deeply, she gazed shyly from under her long blonde lashes. This was perhaps the closest she had been to the Queen and her mate. Standing straight again, Nwalme let her gaze wander over the large clutch. Sure she had stood on the sands at High Reaches, but she was sure she’d never seen such a vast array of colours in the shells.
Unlike many girls, she avoided the queen egg initially. Instead, she saw the four eggs that were slightly separate from the rest. She walked slowly and cautiously over to the, almost as if they were sleeping and she didn’t want to disturb them. Laying one hand softly on the dark reddish purple egg, a small smile flitted across her features. She’d forgotten how this felt and was revelling in the moment. The egg was warm and smooth as she carefully ran her hands over it, not wanting to damage the dragonet inside through rough handling. After lingering on this egg for a while, she touched in turn the pale egg, then the bright blue and finally the darkest of the four. She let her hands rest lightly on each of the soft -yet strangely hard at the same time- shells for a short while, a small gasp escaping her as she felt each one to be recognisably different.
Still skirting around the silver hued egg, Nwalme went back to the main clutch. The next to attract her attention may have been described as relatively unimpressive by some - the black speckled grey one - but she thought it looked beautiful and strong amongst the bright myriad of colours the other eggs presented to the world. She brushed her hand over it lightly, feeling its warmth as she let her hand trail over to its neighbour. After a while, it seemed she had touched all of the eggs, save the queen and the crimson one towards the centre. As she strained on tiptoe to see it better, she noticed it was dappled with purple patches. Like the first egg she had touched, these were her favourite colours. She stretched carefully over the eggs closer to the edge of the cluster and stroked gently down the shell. A smile had been plastered on her face from the experience of touching the eggs all the time she had been at the sands, but as she stepped away from the clutch, it turned to worry as she looked at the queen egg.
Why would the little dragonet inside want her? She was different to the other girl candidates, she knew that much. And if she were a queen dragon, she knew that she probably wouldn’t want a rider who wanted other women as well as men, especially as all the onyx riders were men. She didn’t feel as though she deserved to touch it.
Stepping almost reluctantly towards the gorgeous egg, she found herself in awe of its colouration. There was a bit of every dragon colour in the shell. Stopping a short distance away, Nwalme glanced about. Why she she of all people get to touch it? Yet the people around her seemed to encourage her to touch it. She caught the gaze of a boy who had just entered the sands, and he winked at her, then looked sincerely towards the queen egg as if urging her on. Blushing, the girl stepped towards the larger egg and tentatively put her hands on it. The egg just felt...majestic. As it should really. Not taking longer than she aught to, she hastily stepped away to let the other girls past. She looked around, trying to see the boy who had winked at her, but found that when he turned to smile at her, she had to turn away. Wandering to the edge of the sands, Nwalme seated herself to watch the other candidates.
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Post by min on Jul 27, 2008 14:59:44 GMT -5
Broad shoulders and a smooth chest was revealed above the water’s foamy surface. He wiggled his fingers as he dragged his arm slowly against the flow of the murky but completely natural water. With nutrients filled to every soluble percent, this mineral water was supposed to be great for one’s skin. Where the weyr got it, was something Relin did not care about, and as he sat with his knees drawn up to his abdomen in the public baths, he was quite pleased to be there. And even though these were the public baths, the greenish tinge of the water was murky enough to make anything private remain private within its slightly warm and very soothing depths.
And as public as they were, they were still segregated by gender, and so in the men’s public baths, Relin was calmly listening to the conversation of a pair of young men, perhaps fellow candidates as they seemed to be rather soft things. Perhaps even holdbred they were. Either way, they daintily but proudly stalked their way toward the exit with a towel wrapped around their lower body, one with a simple red fluffy thing, the other with a rather extravagant scarlet and gold trimmed monster. Snickering silently at the atrocity the young man was wearing, as he watched them leave, Relin looked down to see a trail of bubbles appearing on the surface of the water between his two barely visible kneecaps. Grinning, he tapped the top of dark blonde hair that was starting to show, and the face that was connected to said head, surfaced sputtering water and gasping for air. With a rather crossed expression the young woman complained,
“Did they really have to take so long? When will you hurry up and become a rider so we can have your own private bath all to ourselves?”
With a cocky grin he kissed his current flame on the cheek, “Don’t worry yourself, love. I’ll hurry up and impress a king, just for you?” “Well, you better! I want to enjoy the benefits of letting a silly little candidate rattle my bones.” Murmured the kitchen girl whose cross expression had quickly turned into one of mischievous coyness as she slowly slinked back down into the water with a rather flushed face. “I’m sure you had fun down there…” Relin started with a equally if not more so expression, but he stood up abruptly, and jumped clean out of the water to land gently at the edge of the bath as he quickly wrapped a normal white towel around his lower body, “ But we’re going to have to continue this later as I’ve got some chores to attend to.”
The girl was startled into splashing down, face first into the bath water, and she went screeching all the way down. And being the tough working girl that she was, she shot right back up sputtering, but with a rather angry air this time.
With a roll of his eyes, that he made sure the girl didn’t see, Relin grinned and placated the angry wherry, “Look love, if you want me to impress that king for ya’, you gotta’ let me go do my candidate chores, or else they are going to quick me out, ya’ hear?” With a mute nod, she pouted but motioned for him to quickly get to his duties.
Human’s are greedy ambitious little things aren’t they? As long as they get what they want…..
Knowing this fact, Relin happily whistled his way into his clothes, and with a quick shake of his head, sent water droplets flying in all directions, as he achieved that perfect fresh out of the bath look.
Instead of going toward where his designated cleaning area was, he made a different turn, heading for the beaches. The Touching, was today after all, and there was no shame in getting there early.
Well technically, he didn’t need to worry about his chores after all, as earlier in the day he had met a fellow candidate. Girls were such easy creatures to fool into doing work for you, and all it had taken from him was a few pouts, a pair of long lashes that blinked into twinkling eyes, and one of his extra shirts.
Smirking as he entered the Sands with a flourish of bows and smiles, he made sure to give an extra flourish to the clutchmother and weyrwoman, “My Queen and Weyrwoman, I am so grateful for this opportunity to be able to come this close and maybe even touching distance of these great offspring. I thank you.”
Shuffling backwards with a still bowed figure, Relin straightened up as he nearly bumped into an egg that had been clustered off to a side, and it appeared to be within a group of three others that stood apart. This brownish black egg was rather appealing to Relin, this manly coloring would surely be screaming testosterone unlike many of the other more brightly colored specimens.
Without further thoughts, he placed his hand firmly and gently onto to the smooth shell. He followed this hand with his other, as he ran down the length of the egg with his palms, and he probably would’ve placed his face on there too, if he hadn’t been shoved out of the way by some meandering fool, and Relin was sent sprawling away to have his fall stopped by a egg that was rather lacking in the color department. With his back touching the egg, he felt rather odd as this was a first for him. And before he was shoved out of the way, Relin had time to lean back further to rest his head against the shell. This time letting the flow of the candidates push him along, he landed before a rather dusty grey egg. Now this one caught his eye.
The splattering of dark black against the grey was just enough to be extravagant, but not enough that it was so eye catching that it would be dependent on appearances alone. No, there was something of charm about this egg. And so, Relin proceeded to faceplant and try to encircle the egg with his arms, a hug of sorts as he muttered to the egg, “This is quite comfortable no matter what it might seem.”
And all the while, he was kicking at people who started to push him out of the way, but finally he was ripped from away, to be carried off to another egg, by the mythical Candidate Stream!
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Post by Dragon on Jul 27, 2008 20:02:41 GMT -5
Amath gave a grateful rumble to Sephiroth as he brought her the fresh wherry and promised to keep an eye on the eggs while she ate. Still careful to watch the clutch out of the corner of her eye, she began to tear into the wherry, eating rather slowly and carefully so she wouldn't splatter the eggs with wherry blood. Or the candidates, for that matter. Her careful eating caused Cele to laugh before she turned to greet C'ero.
She grinned at her Weyrmate. "Thats alright, since Amath refuses to leave her clutch she doesn't get to eat that much. I can't exactly bring her a whole wherry like that." She rolled her eyes. "And yeah, the Touching is today. Hopefully the candidates are careful or I think Amath might literally bite one of their heads off if they so much as chip one of her precious eggs." Cele found Amath's protectiveness rather amusing. This was the Silver's first clutch, after all. She supposed it was only natural, though she couldn't remember the previous Queen being quite as over-protective of the eggs.
Shrugging, she turned to watch the Candidates tramp onto the sands, followed by the sullen form of Sh'ven. "I don't think Sh'ven is too happy about me making him Candidate master..." She stated, trying not to grin at his sullen expression.
Sh'ven did seem rather frustrated now. "Sharding candidates, can't even greet their Sharding candidate master when they come to touch the precious eggs..." He muttered, stalking onto the sands behind the majority of candidates. Minth's amusement leaked through their bond, causing Sh'ven to scowl in the general direction of Minth on his perch outside the Sands. That sharding dragon. Now muttering incoherently, he took a seat in the stands where the rest of the weyr would gather to watch the hatching, a good distance from Cele and C'ero.
His eyes followed the candidates as they moved from egg to egg, sharp eyes watching for any mistakes so he could take his anger out on someone. At this point he would probably chew out some poor candidate for the smallest mistake, just to unleash his anger on someone rather then continuing to mutter under his breath.
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Magena was in her room, as always. Since transferring to Vyrzen Weyr, she had mostly lurked in her room when she wasn't busy with chores and whatnot. This was, in fact, how she had behaved at the previous Weyrs she had been at, as well. No point in socializing with the other candidates when they would either Impress, leave, or she would. Why make friends when they wouldn't stick around? Besides, if she were to impress this time, she wasn't allowed really close relationships. Not that she planned on having any. If she were to Impress, she was sure it would be a fighting Dragon, ready to learn to fly and flame. So why have friends? Still, her room did get rather boring. Good thing today was the Touching.
While Magena wasn't fond of having to spend time among the other candidates, she was still thrilled about getting to see the Clutch the Senior Queen had just laid recently. Touchings were always fun, because of the strange difference in the aura of each egg. Not that the Touchings ever did her any good. She had not been considered once by a dragonet, not even had one try and maul her. It seemed as if the Dragonets thought her unworthy even of pain from them.
Still, the nineteen turn old had kept herself from getting frustrated. Surely she would find her lifemate sometime. If not, she would just take up residence in the Weyr as a kitchen hand or something. Maybe a healer. Given that she had been working with animals most of her life, she could easily mend minor wounds and was willing to learn to work on major ones. But that was a fail-safe plan. It would be much better if she could Impress a fighting dragon to learn to fight thread with, even if there might not be any thread in her lifetime. She refused to even think of the possibility of Impressing a Diamond. That would be absolute torture. She was a smart person, tough and ready to be one of the guys. There could be no way a Diamond would choose her.
Pulling back her chocolate locks to pin them up behind her head, a ritual to defy her mother and make her seem less feminine, she readied herself for the Touching. Light trousers and a tunic of a common brown adorned her female figure, fitting rather loosely in an attempt to hide her gender. Any male that would dare so much as look at her would get a face full of fist. This was just an attempt to avoid violence. She did not wish to get kicked out of this Weyr, and that was sure to happen if she got into too many fights. Dark brown eyes barely glanced into the looking metal as she headed out of her room, jogging to the sands where most of the candidates had already arrived. The candidate master, Sh'ven, had already entered the Sands and taken a seat.
She sighed. Late again. Of course. She turned her attention immediately to the great forms of Amath and Sephiroth. Even though the Queen was eating, she still bowed low, muttering a greeting. This was the clutchmother, and she deserved to be praised for such a fine clutch. Although the eggs were a bit... different. But that was alright. Mag always preferred to be different, especially when it came to the other girls. A bow was given to Sephiroth as well. He was just as important in this Weyr as Amath. A nod was sent in the direction of the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader, as well as toward Sh'ven. The Candidate master seemed rather angry right now, so she hurried to the eggs, moving to the first one that caught her interest, which happened to be the large crimson egg flecked with purple. She gently ran her hands over it, completely ignoring the other candidates in the process.
A small smile flitted across her face. Ah, she really would never tire of Touchings. The eggs were just so wonderful to be around. As quickly as it came, the smile was gone, replaced by that familiar blank expression. Moving on to the next egg, the blue egg swirled with green. Her fingers traced the swirls of colour, eyes taking in the whole egg carefully. Would she feel a pull from the egg that held her future life-mate? Was that dragon that was destined for her here at all? Or would she continue to Stand, only to walk away from each Hatching alone? Pushing these slightly depressing thoughts from her mind, she moved again to another egg, this one the tri-coloured egg that seemed to be purple, blue and red all at once. She sighed quietly, running her fingers over the egg with a gentleness only the eggs would ever know.
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Post by min on Jul 27, 2008 23:17:32 GMT -5
“Baa baa, I really do hope you grow up big and beautiful. “ murmured the girl into the side of the young sheep who had scarlet ribbons tied around either ear, and a bright golden ribbon around its neck in a bow, while she had her arms around the herdsbeast. “Or, at least you better considering how much hay I had to steal to give you a little extra!”
After the slight threat that the sheep completely did not understand, Aurelie squeezed the creature just a tad harder feeling her face sink into the fluffy wool, even though the somewhat itchy texture was slightly irritating against her skin. The girl didn’t mind sacrificing this feeling for the greater good of the pure and simple adoration of a cherished creature. Patting the sheep on the head, she smiled at her precious baby one more, before leading it toward a couple of buckets of soapy water and a large cistern of mysterious brown water. With a cheerful whistle, Aurelie tugged again at the leash, and happily dragged the beast to stop in front of the muddy substance. Get a grip around its middle, she heaved and hoed until she was able to lift it up in a comfortable position and dropping it with a mighty brown splash into the substance. As the sheep screamed its protests,
Aurelie gave it a rather sadistic smile, before picking up the iron brush that she had placed next to the tub. Actually she had prepared everything, anticipating the trouble she would have with this bath. Pulling the brush through the wooly tangled mess, Aurelie cheerfully whistled to herself, an old folk tune about a herd of sheep and the girl who fell asleep while caring for them. At an especially hard mess, she gave an especially hard tug, and the sheep uttered a displeased squeal, kicking and thrashing to send a wave of the mysterious brown liquid onto Aurelie’s rather worn and stained but still white shirt, which was now reeking of brown ooze. “Shardit!” cursed the young woman, as she dropped the comb and sheep alike to pick at her ruined article of clothing. “This was my last white shirt!” With an angry stare at the sheep, she forcefully ran the comb through the wool with all her strength, as the poor creature bleated helplessly, from pain or frustration was up to anyone’s guess.
Finishing with a huff, she dropped the sheep from the tub onto the ground with one final dump of a bucket of clear water that had been sneaked from the drinking facilities, Aurelie tied the corresponding bows and ribbons in their rightful places as she begun to pluck at her clothing again. Soaking wet and brown, the shirt was definitely ruined, and she sighed rather regretfully before squatting down. Well, she was done with all her candidate chores, and all that was left was to go change before the Touching, as she couldn’t just show up in her current dirty state.
Squatting near the sheep that was now chewing on some offered hay, the girl was bowled over as someone nearly stepped on her. Shooting upwards Aurelie sent a death glare in the direction of this unnecessary intrusion, which turned out to be a pretty young man with a rather charming smile, which was directed at her person. Blushing, Aurelie looked down and then back up at the man, who uttered an apparently sincere apology, before giving her the classic up and down eye sweep.
Aurelie started to stutter something as she noticed a flicker of something flash across his face and before she managed to say anything, he opened his mouth and smoothly noted, “I see you’re in a sticky situation. Need some help there?”
Immediately her stubborn self shot to the surface, and she shook her head furiously, “No! I’m fine!”
But she then added shyly, “But, thank you for asking.”
With a pout forming on his face and puppy dog eyes appearing, the young man moved forward, “ But you see, I do need your help. W-w-would you be able to help me?”
The stern expression across Aurelie’s face slowly cracked as she stared into the depths of those eyes and she even felt her resolution dissolve away at that pout. With a suspicious frown she supplied, “With what?”
The young man added a saddened cast to his features and then softly murmured with tears brimming in his eyes, “There is this Runnerbeast that I care for, and the poor lump injured his leg. I need to take care of him for the last time today. They are putting him down, since he can’t run anymore. C-could you take care of my candidate chores for me? It’s just cleaning the hallway that leads towards the kitchens.”
Mutely and without further questioning she nodded, as the young man’s face cleared up and he gave her a smirk. Staring as the young man turned around to walk away, Aurelie gave a startled squeak as he suddenly stripped his shirt off and threw it backwards at her. Automatically she reached out to catch it, and immediately the musky scent and warmth of the shirt hit her senses, and she felt another flush across her face. With a wink, the young man sashayed off, leaving Aurelie with a sheep, a warm shirt and a moment to realize she had probably been tricked.
Faranth! The next time that deadglow came into her line of vision he’d better be careful! If she didn’t castrate him right then and there….!
With a mighty hurumph she slammed the shirt into the dirt, before stalking away. After a few steps Aurelie walked back to the shirt, and picked it up, looking around suspiciously to see if anyone was there to see her doing such a thing. Dusting it off, she shoved the shirt into a little wad before giving the sheep a final pat on the head and stalking off to get ready for the Touching. She never really had enough shirts, and an addition would do great things for her lacking arsenal of clothing.
A little while later she had changed and ran a quick comb through her black mop of hair, Aurelie was ready to go. Except for the watchwher of guilt that sat on her shoulders, she daintily fingered her new shirt before giving an final loud exclamation of a sigh and headed off to finish that dimglow’s chores.
Mumbling as she mopped and cleaned the expanse of hallway, it was only when a few girls that gave her odd glances walked by that she realized how much time had passed, and Aurelie shot up, leaving the mop and water-filled bucket while narrowing missing tipping it over. Running and shooting over obstacles as they appeared before her, Aurelie made it to the sandy beach that served as the Sands, with enough time to spare an appreciating glance at the rolling waves and the bluish tinge on everything, Aurelie leapt toward the feeding Queen and the weyrwoman, while carefully bowing to the Weyrleader and the king as well. Bending in half with her arms stuck to her side, the young woman bowed to the Silver dragon before nodding deeply at her rider.
“This is a wonderful clutch; I’m sure you’re pride is rightly justified for these great eggs.” She murmured quietly before excitedly moving toward the eggs, with anticipation written in the lines of her body.
The first that caught her attention was of course the swirling colors of the Queen egg, due to the sheer amount of people surrounding it. Giving the area around it a good look through she saw no cracks, and without further inspection moved away toward another cluster of eggs. This one contained a beautiful specimen of scarlet and copper entwined with each other. Although it too was quite surrounded, there were still gaps, and Aurelie sneakily slipped through one of these, managed to place a cheek against the smooth shiny shell before she felt someone literally step on her bent back, and she faceplanted the hot sand. A muffled curse later, she was let up and she shot up looking for the culprit, but all she saw was many faces she didn’t know, all hopeful and excited.
With a grumpy frown she glanced around the Sands to see any other openings, and alas there was one! Shuffling with the speed of dragon in flight, she shot across the sand leaving a flying trail toward a purplish red egg, that a young man had just walked away from.
Placing both palms gently against warmth of the shell Aurelie couldn’t help but wonder what was waiting within to burst out during the Hatching. With one final smile she moved away, as she patted the egg gently as her next target came into her line of vision. She then moved on to another one, a bright brilliant blue that radiated the light of the waves off its exterior. Aurelie gently placed her forehead against this one, perhaps trying to telepathically talk to the creature within.
Finally moving on, she decided /would/ touch the Silver egg after all, if she had to learn how to fly by wiggling her toes. Standing at the edge of the crowd that had gathered around that egg with its myriad of colors, the young candidate started to shimmy her way into the crowd by filling in gaps and empty spaces that formed as the people shuffled about. Moving forward, slow and steady like Aurelie finally came close enough to the shell, and she shoved her arm through the gaping hole that was the area between a girl’s arm and her body, and she slid her fingertips along the multiple colors of the shell, managing to trace the pattern of one color before having the girl discover her personal space had been invaded. Aurelie gave the female a cheeky grin before giving the silver egg one last pat and withdrew her hand, sheepishly. Shimmying her way out of the crowd of estrogen, Aurelie heaved a great sigh, proud of herself for being able to touch all the eggs that she had already felt. Patting off her new shirt of sand, she stalked toward her next target proudly.
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Post by Femisis on Jul 28, 2008 11:40:00 GMT -5
Lifting his head proudly, Sephiroth proceeded to watch over the eggs with the utmost care while still managing to look dignified in the process. Yes, no matter what His said, these eggs were marvelous and nothing was going to change his opinion of them. His opinion might have been a bit biases as he was the sire of the clutch, but who was keeping track? As the candidates continued to come in, he had no trouble in making his opinion of each one known to His. This one was too stupid, that one too skinny… he did manage an approving rumble at Magena as she passed by, but everyone knew that the Onyx liked to be flattered. He wasn’t just looking at the candidates, though, but at what they were doing as they milled about the eggs. He wasn’t too thrilled with the squealing group of girls around the Queen egg and, at one point, he even hissed furiously at them when two girls started fighting.
Calm down, Sephiroth, you’ll scare them off if you don’t. C’ero commented wryly as he watched the girls scatter in fear, but they’d be back. They couldn’t resist touching the multicolored egg. “Well, as long as she eats, I suppose it’s alright. I just wish Sephiroth would try to be a bit more tidy next time.” He sighed before turning to Sh’ven. “Next time, try to do nothing somewhere outside the Weyr.” He advised the other rider before turning back to the clutch to make sure his dragon didn’t eat all of the candidates himself.
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As the crowd around the Queen egg started to get too large for her liking, Crescentia was forced to move away lest she be crushed by the sheer amount of girls lurking around the biggest egg. It held the most promise for them all, but she really didn’t want to end up as a candidate pancake any time soon. With a frown she moved toward another egg, the massive Jade one, and proceeded to run her hands over the shell. The frown wasn’t there long, however, before being replaced by an amused smirk. The egg might be Jade and quite large at that, but wouldn’t it be the ultimate irony if a tiny Diamond came out of it or something like that? She’d have to laugh if that was the case. She might even die laughing if it happened. It would be quite funny, though…
“Are you people or animals?!” She screeched as another group of candidates shoved her away from the jade egg. “Shardit, bloody pigs…” She hissed as she stalked away furiously, but she couldn’t let them know how angry she really was… Nothing could cheer her up at this point. Well, that was a lie. If Amath ate them, it would… Speaking of Amath, she watched from the corner of her eye as the Silver’s mate brought her a wherry and then proceeded to watch the clutch himself. She had always admired Sephiroth for his sheer size and unpredictability. Forcing herself to stop staring, she started off to find another egg when a familiar face caught her attention.
“Hey, Niora!” She called as she jogged over to the other girl, giving her as friendly of a smile as she could in the mood she was in. “Having fun yet?” She asked as she ran her fingers delicately over the shells of the clustered eggs. The red and purple one gained most of her attention, but she made sure to touch them all just in case. The more the dragons knew you, the less of a chance you had of being eaten alive.
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Post by Sintarith on Jul 28, 2008 14:28:03 GMT -5
Tairen had been swimming in the sea when he realised that loads of the other candidates he knew were heading towards the hatching sands. Shard it! It must be the touching, why else would they all be going there? The eggs would still be far too soft in the shell to hatch. He’d forgotten that Sh’ven had told them that it would probably be today or tomorrow that they would get the chance to touch the eggs. So they didn’t risk getting mauled he said. Well, if that wasn’t a good enough reason, Tairen thought, nothing was. Also, he just wanted to see the beauty of the eggs, he’d heard they were absolutely gorgeous, but even as a harpers son, he’d never gotten to go to a hatching.
Swimming a few more dragon lengths to rid himself of the hyperactive energy that he felt was building up, he finally retreated to the beach. Luatyrr had decided to curl herself up in a little copper ball in his towel, to sleep. She chirruped as the boy moved her gently into the warm sand. She didn’t even really notice and snuggled herself into the sand a bit bore, snoring slightly as she fell back into a deep sleep. She really was enjoying the sun.
Towelling off his hair to being somewhere near dry, he found that he didn’t even need to dry his body off; the sun had done it for him. So what if his trousers were still wet? Tair threw the towel back down on the sand, content to leave it there until after the hatching. No one would take it. Grabbing his breezy shirt, he shrugged it on and left it open. It was a little over large, but it didn’t really matter - it suite wed him that way. The pale blue cotton was cool and refreshing in the heat.
Sauntering into the hatching grounds, Zetairen caught the eye of a rather uneasy looking girl. He winked at her and tried to encourage her with looks over to the queen egg. It seemed to work, so he smiled as he walked over to the candidate master. What was her name again? Nwalme! He’d tried to talk to the fair haired girl once or twice, but on both occasions, she’d only really blushed and just mumbled a greeting. That was fine, he’d keep talking to her until she trusted him enough to talk back. It’d be nice to have a friend or two in the weyr.
Finally reaching Sh’ven, he greeted the candidate master cheerfully, resisting the urge to clap the guy about the shoulder, the way he used to do with his mates. “Brilliant day for a touching, eh? Well, I’d better go and greet Amath and Sephiroth before they think I’m being impertinent, I’d like to try and stay in their good books!” He was always chatting, especially to anyone who would listen. He then turned and bowed gracefully to the pair of dragons, a huge smile on his face. “I’m so honoured to be able to be here, thank you for this opportunity.” He smiled again. “You have a very beautiful clutch, it’s no wonder you’re both proud!” He bowed again before walking towards the eggs.
To begin with, there weren’t many that caught his attention - they were all beautiful in their own way. Walking around, he laid his hand on an egg here or there, but it turned out to be not more than a quick brush in both cases. He was getting tired of being jostled about by all of the other candidates, and only getting fleeting glimpses of the eggs.
This was getting unbearable, there were simply too many people all trying to get to the same eggs. So far he’d only really touched two. And because of the amount of people clustered about, he hadn’t even gotten a glimpse at what colours the shells were! He let a pout sit on his face for a while before giving in to the realisation that he would have to be a bit pushy himself if he wanted to get anywhere.
Shoving past a lad who seemed determined to take up all of the space, Tairen finally caught sight of an egg he really wanted to touch. It was blue and green swirled; the shell looked so delicate, he couldn’t believe it was strong enough to be touched. Standing next to it, he tentatively put his hands on it, a ripple of delight shivering through him as he felt a distinct personality within the egg. This was the first time he’d touched a dragon egg properly. Lingering over the moment, getting a proper feel for the dragon inside it.
The smile on his face cracked into a huge grin, even as he moved on to another egg. He didn’t go about it methodically, zig-zagging between the eggs - especially the smaller cluster of four that were on there own. He should have really touched all four while he was there, but he kept spotting others he wanted to touch next.
Eventually, he had only a few eggs left to touch, one of them being the large jade-black egg. It seemed he had a thing for the ones with green in the shell, even though that didn’t denote anything about the dragonet inside. He just liked green, that was all.
Smiling again at Nwalme as he caught her gaze, he shuffled about in the sand a bit slower than before. He offered a greeting here and there, introducing himself to people he’d rarely had chance to speak to before. One of these people was Magena. He offered her his hand and a charming smile “Mine name’s Zetairen, I haven’t seen you about before, have I?”
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Post by Sintarith on Aug 2, 2008 7:13:01 GMT -5
Lying lazily on a rock a little way out to sea, Tekah was enjoying the lull of the waves he had known all of his life. Except, they were a little different here. The current was different, the colour of the sea, subtly altered. But not much. It was the same enough to be reassuring, yet different enough to not bring about the longing he had to see his mother and sister again. Standing, the lad gauged the depth of the water, and satisfied, dived down to swim along the sea bed. He really did enjoy the sea, and it suited him well to be at a Weyr right by the sea. After all, his upbringing had a lot to do with the sea, but although they had tried to encourage the harper in him, his heart had always belonged to the sea, not to music.
He had been swimming near Zetairen when the other lad had dashed off; leaving his fire lizard snuggled sleepily in the sands. Tekah had continued sculling in the cool waters for a moment or too before realising what was happening. Still, it took him a look over to the hatching grounds before he fully realised anyway. The crush of candidates at the entrance told him that he had forgotten about the touching!
Swimming to the beach, Tekah grabbed his towel that had been on a rock and quickly dried himself over. He wasn’t sure what the imperious little Luatyrr might think at being picked up by someone else, but she knew him well enough. In his rush, Zetairen had seemed to have forgotten about her, and Tekah was sure that the little flitter would like to look at the eggs herself, even as deeply asleep as she was. Besides, the dark haired boy would thank him later, after all, he didn’t want the flitter to be awake all night, did he?
Picking up a rather disgruntled firelizard and placing her on his shoulder, he placated her with some of the meatroll he’d hidden in his towel for a snack. Tekah had been waiting for this day. Ever since Amath had clutched, he’d been waiting. The hatching of Verilith’s clutch hadn’t gone so well for him, but even so, he’d escaped dreary hold life. Last time happened because he hadn’t been at the touching. This time he would be. The boy looked at his forearms and winced in memory; the scars still looked relatively new, even with the huge amount of salve and ointments he’d had on them. Shaking the thought off, he promised it wouldn’t happen to him this time.
He quickly ran back to the room he shared with another lad, he threw on a creamy coloured shirt – after all, it wouldn’t do very well to be waltzing around the hatching grounds topless, what would the ladies think? Luatyrr squawked as she was unceremoniously launched off his shoulder, berating him for carelessness before popping between. Obviously she had got to find her bonded. Ruffling his hands through his hair, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and smiled. He looked a bit of a state, almost like he’d just got out of bed, but he looked good! Not that he was conceited; he just enjoyed taking care of himself.
Trekking over from the barracks to the hatching grounds was rather uneventful. No other candidates rushing about, none of the weyrlings in sight. All in all, it was a rather quiet day. Which was odd for the weyr. But still, most people must either be at the touching or off on official business. Or something like that.
As he actually got to the hatching grounds, he caught sight of Relin and smiled at him. That boy was worse than he was when it came to girls, but on the few occasions they had spoken, Tekah had ended up laughing. Bowing deeply to Amath, Tekah was almost afraid to speak. It wasn’t often he lost his tongue, but today was obviously going to be one of those days. He was still in such awe when he was around dragons, especially the senior queen and her weyrmate! Remembering Sephiroth, he turned slightly and bowed to the onyx dragon too, careful to make sure it didn’t look like a slight on his behalf. That would be unthinkable! He also thought and bowed to the weyrleaders too, for it was because of them he had remained in the weyr.
After his respects were paid, Tekah looked directly at the clutch. His instinct was to go and touch the bright blue one first, but it was the furthest away from him. He could work his way around to it, he guessed. One of the only reasons he wanted to see that one first is because he loved bright blues. Something about the colour made him happy. But instead, he wandered around for a while, not daring to touch the eggs.
He marvelled at the fantastic colours of them all. The boy had never touched an egg before, but he had seen them hatch. That, was absolutely awe inspiring, majestic, just… wow, for the lack of any suitable words. That was something that you couldn’t ever forget.
But eventually, the curiosity overtook his caution and reverence for the eggs, and he laid his hands gently, almost fearfully on the grey egg that was flecked with black. And almost jumped backwards in surprise! It was as if he could feel a personality developing within the egg, tangible yet extremely subtle, it played on the mind like a forgotten memory – catching glimpses of it, but not seeing the whole thing.
The other thing to shock him was the smoothness of the shell. Tekah thought that it would have some form of texture, maybe a bit grainy, maybe a little rough, but this shell was almost completely smooth. And warm, ever so warm. A brought a smile to his face and for the first time in turns, tears sprang to his eyes. He’d never had the opportunity to do this before, and as a first time, it was intensely emotional. Normally happy anyway, Tekah felt as happy as he had ever been, but something in the back of his mind hinted that this was nothing compared to the elation he might feel as Impressing at dragonet, newly hatched from the shell. His grin grew a little more.
After a short time in star struck silence, Tekah moved on to another egg, this time, the copper and scarlet swirled shell. It was odd seeing those two colours mix, because at times it looked as though they swirled into them in the darker hues of each colour, and then emerge strongly each as a separate colour. The pattern intrigued him, and captivated him. It was another while longer before he touched this one, just admiring its beauty. Gently he put his hands on the egg, smoothing them over the surface, and was again surprised. This one was different to the last one. He couldn’t describe how, but it most definitely was different.
He was so overwhelmed that he didn’t even notice the pretty girl with the dark hair passing him. And that was strange. For him at least. Usually he’d be trying to talk to any pretty girl that came within ten feet of him. But today, he had no eyes for anyone but the eggs on the sand in front of him. Wistfully, he sort of wished that he could go and touch the silvery hued egg, but knew that the queen would only look to girls, and there would be no point. He didn’t even know if he was allowed to touch the queen egg, so he didn’t even bother trying.
After touching about half of the eggs there, he looked over again at the bright blue one that had caught his attention initially. Wandering over, he wondered for a moment or two why these four eggs in particular were separate from the others. Theories ran through his head – maybe they were going to be different colours to their clutch brothers and sisters? Maybe they would be the old colours? Maybe they weren’t even expected to hatch and were placed away from the rest of the clutch to prevent them from upsetting too many of the other hatchlings? Or maybe, he settled on, it was just the way they were laid because the sand had shifted, or something like that. It was the queen’s prerogative to lay her eggs wherever she chose.
When he got to the small cluster of four, he sat by them, humming softly to himself. First, he touched the blue one, spending a lot of time caressing the shell. Then, he moved on to the one with almost no colour to it. He thought it stood out more than the brightly coloured ones, purely because of its lack of colour. It wasn’t always good to blend in with the crowd, he mused. The last egg in the clutch he touched was the brown and black one. He still hadn’t been able to figure out which dragons in the shells were male or female, but then again, he thought, it didn’t really matter. The dragon chose the rider, and that bond mattered far more than the gender of either of the bonded pair. The dragon, he knew, was always right.
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Post by Sintarith on Aug 9, 2008 8:26:19 GMT -5
Mikyran was sleeping when he heard a hammering at the door of his room. Fortunately for him, he was the only person that occupied this room as of yet, the others were full, but not with enough people to warrant them spilling over into new rooms. He felt privileged. Yet he was also rather irritated at the fact he'd been woken. Grumpily, he rolled over; annoyed that someone was insistent about waking him up. Shard it! He'd only had a few hours sleep. Arriving at the weyr nearly halfway through the night then wandering around for an hour or so had almost exhausted the poor boy. Still, the knocking persisted and, if anything, got louder. Throwing a pillow over his head did nothing to dull the noise. So Kyran threw off the covers and muttered a string of curses a she plodded over to the door.
The door was thrown wide-open, much to the surprise of the girl standing in the empty hallway. Kyran stood there, glaring at her with his steely eyes. She glanced nervously up at him – he bettered her by more than two heads – and her gaze lingered on the topaz coloured run in his iris. Then she blushed and looked down to the floor. The front of Mikyran's hair was a mess, the bangs in disarray, all matted and fluffy for being slept on. Still, his face was a picture of fury. "What do you want?" He made his voice as gruff as was possible; for a lad, he had a rather high-pitched voice. His unrelenting gaze would not leave the girl and because of it she was nearly shaking in fear. Which wasn't altogether surprising. Luckily for her, she'd used the initiative that this was the boys' barracks, so he must be a boy, or else she might have mistaken Mikyran for a girl. Woe betide her if she did! Judging by the look on his face, had she said anything slightly wrong, it would have earned her a good clout, girl or not. Bravely, she piped up finally to tell him what she had been sent to say. "E-excuse me mister, but… but you're meant to be at the t-t-touching. It's today you see." He voice dropped to almost a whisper as she was speaking, as if her courage fled from her with each word.
Mikyran let his features drop into a more amiable expression, thanking the girl. He closed the door and thanked his lucky stars that Ophith and T'rin had found him last night. Sure, he'd still have been able to attend the Hatching if he'd been Searched but he would have been at severe risk of a mauling. At Southern Weyr, he'd seen a newly hatched queen attack the first 3 girls she had seen. One had been ferociously thrown aside after being chewed. She had died. The other two had been scarred for life, and had left the Weyr. They had lost any desire to attend another hatching after that experience. He shuddered involuntarily. This was not an option for him; he had to remain strong for his father. Even when the inevitable occurred, he would remain strong.
Shucking off the shirt he'd been wearing whilst he fell asleep, Mikyran looked around bleary eyed for the back he'd quickly thrown some clothes into the prior night. All semblance of anger had left him now, for in truth it had only really been an act. He wasn't used to being woken, and perhaps he'd come across as too harsh. Oh well, he'd make it up one day.
((Will continue later, meant to be working now ><))
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Post by Dragon on Aug 12, 2008 12:51:23 GMT -5
Magena was just standing there trying to ignore everyone... and then one of the other candidates just had to come and introduced himself. Of course. She tried not to openly glare at the boy who introduced himself as Zetairen, grudgingly shaking his hand with her best, crushing grip. A not so friendly smile appeared on her face, as she was still attempting not to glare at him and tell him to bug off. After all, she had to be somewhat nice, she told herself. So, might as well introduce herself. "I'm Magena. And no, you havent seen me before. I usually stay where no one sees me." She stated, trying to keep a growl out of her voice.
She glanced back at the clutch, looking only at the eggs and acting as though the other Candidates were invisible. But she quickly turned her attention back to Zetairen. She sighed, wondering if he was going to stay and expect to socialize or go away. -Just deal with it, you have no choice- She told herself, trying to focus.
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Cele couldnt help but laugh at C'ero's comment to Sh'ven. But her attention was again on the eggs and Amath. She stared intently at the clutch, then blinked rapidly, rubbing at her eyes. "I must be tired..." She muttered, more to herself but also partly to C'ero. "I swear I just saw that egg move... the gray one...." She blinked again, staring intently at the egg. Oh, there it was again... another twitch, but this time it was a different egg. She stared between the two.
-Amath.... did those eggs just twitch?- She asked her bonded carefully... surely she was imagining things? But Amath simply answered her by humming, a hum which Minth picked up from his perch just outside the hatching grounds. It was taken up soon after by a few of the other dragons, as another egg twitched and Amath hummed ever louder.
"C'ero.... I think they're hatching..." Cele whispered, wide eyed as she watched the clutch, and listened to the ever-louder hum.
Sh'ven too was staring at the eggs now, as Minth's hum echoed around him and inside his head. No... surely not? But today was only the Touching... He didn't say anything, just turned to stare at Cele and C'ero now, in confusion. "It can't be time already, can it?" He asked, glancing between the two.
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Post by Femisis on Aug 12, 2008 13:44:52 GMT -5
C'ero couldn't help but snort in amusment as Sephiroth picked up the hum, his head lifted proudly as his voice rose in volume. He couldn't be sure, but maybe this was the dragon's way of screwing with them, maybe it wasn't. Either way, the eggs were hatching now and the candidates had to get into position. There wasn't time for them go put their robes on, so they'd just have to stand as is. "Well, if the dragons are humming and the eggs are shaking, it must be time." He replied evenly even as he walked over to Sephiroth and laid his hand on the Onyx's foreleg. Please try to keep the antics to a minimum?
Of course. Sephiroth replied as he continued to hum, watching the eggs with his whirling eyes. He never thought he'd be so... excited, if that was the word to use, about watching his and Amath's clutch hatch. Maybe proud was the better word...
Shaking his head, C'ero looked over at the candidates and called, "All of you, get in your circles. DOn't bother going back for your robes, you don't need them." He told them, watching the furious scramble as they all fought to get in their positions while he wrapped an arm around Celestia's waist.
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While still waiting for Niora to answer, Crescentia's head snapped up as the Queen began to hum. Wait, this was the Touching... Were the eggs hatching early or something? Well, if they were, they had to get into place! "Come on!" She grabbed Niora's wrist and dragged her to where the other girls were gathering. She knew she looked(And felt) disgusting, but there wasn't much she could do about it at this point. All she could do was stand in her place and hope that the hatchlings didn't take offense to her looks.
(Short, sorry.)
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Post by Sintarith on Aug 12, 2008 16:50:20 GMT -5
Pale hands traced the patterns in the dark jade and black egg. It was huge, especially compared to Mikyran’s slight frame. He laughed, almost prettily when he felt the presence inside the egg. He’d never actually stood at any hatching at Southern Weyr, he felt that it would have been cruel to make his father see another young hatchling about the place, in such close proximity. But now, the boy actually had the chance to Impress, and the huge grin on his face said it all.
He let his mind wander off, into what he’d like to see as the future. He’d be sitting astride a great dragon, although because his imagination had for some annoying reason put the daydream into greyscale tones, he couldn’t even begin to discern the colour. Sitting comfortably in the hollow between two neck ridges, with a little fire lizard at his shoulder, flaming at thread when it fell. He knew they were mid interval, but thread had gone AWOL in the past. The records were proof. Still, it left him with that heroic, smug sort of feeling.
Returning to the present, Mikyran found himself bing shoved out of the way by an over zealous candidate, whom he snarled at before rearranging his features back into that winning smile. This, he directed at Relin, then spotting a rather gorgeous looking tan boy, he flashed that same grin at Tekah. He didn’t think anything of it, yet when his back was turned, the Sandy blonde boy scowled furiously at the redheads back.
Mikyran hadn’t been at the touching for very long, and as of yet, he hadn’t spoken to anyone but the person he’d been introduced to late the previous night as Sh’ven. He’d bowed to the dragons present and to whom he assumed to be the Weyrleaders - he knew they were Celestia and C’ero, but he’d never had the good fortune to actually meet them. Anyway, he’d yet to make a fool of himself, and hopefully, although his brightly coloured hair seemed to be attracting one hell of a lot of attention, he seemed to be getting along alright without any mishaps.
Without warning, a grey egg that he had been standing by gave a twitch. Perplexed, Kyran walked slowly backwards, to bump into another egg behind him. That one didn’t seem to be moving, but as the grey one gave another shudder, the boy carried on walking away. Then the dragon hum arose around him. First the silver queen, then the scarlet and onyx joined. The sound reverberated through his body, and although he should be used to it, it still made him feel a bit shaky. It was the kind of sound that penetrated you and made you feel weak. But still, Mikyran had thought this was a touching, so why the bloody hell were the eggs beginning to rock?! Looking about confirmed that everyone else was perhaps just as confused as himself, if not moreso. He caught sight of a rather dreamy looking girl with almost white blonde hair and dark blueish eyes. She was standing in complete shock.
So the smart person lodged within Kyr’s brain decided to make him move, more like a sheep than anything else as this was where everyone else was going, towards the point where the boys were meant to assemble. He was one of the first few to get there, and secretly in his mind, looking at the clothes everyone else was wearing, he thought himself a brilliant thinker by wearing his white tunic over some grey coloured trousers. It was a lot closer to hatching robes than say, what the boy he’d overheard call himself Zetairen, was wearing. Sure his shirt was pale, but he was also wearing still damp dark blue linen trousers. He chuckled slightly to himself before turning his head towards the eggs that were moving. He kept his face as neutral as possible, and shuffled about a bit so he could see a bit better, especially as the lads gathered around him all seemed to be taller. He didn’t want to be missed by any of the dragonets!
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Post by Pheonix on Aug 12, 2008 17:16:14 GMT -5
Niora had sort of been dozing off, her fluffy blonde hair sprawled out in the sand as she curled up around the four little eggs, like a mother dragon might. Except Niora was a bit smaller than that. In fact, she could barely curl around one, but that didn't matter. The sands were so warm and nice... she didn't even mind that her hair was probably getting filthy. She'd just take a shower later. There wasn't any rush.... her mind began to blank as she drifted off into the darkness of sleep.
It wasn't long before she heard Cresce call out her name, which caused the girl to open her bright green eyes, blinking a few times. She wasn't quite sure how long she'd dozed off for. Long enough for the Touching to be over? No, there were still quite a few others about the sands, touching eggs and all that. Leaning on the brown egg, she sat up, grinning at her friend. "Hey, Cresce!" she said, feeling a little slow... probably due to the fact that she had just been sleeping. In the sand. Next to dragon eggs. Not the most normal thing to do at a Touching. Niora hadn't even touched a lot of eggs, only a few that she passed on the way here. But these four eggs... she kind of liked. They were her egg-friends! Yeah, egg-friends.
Niora was so lost in her own thoughts that she completely missed Crescentia's next question, and just stared blankly at the girl with an innocent little smile on her face. It was... well, it was kind of a long time before anything happened. She wondered why Crescentia looked like she was waiting for something. Had she missed anything? Tilting her head to the side, she opened her mouth to question why Cresce had come over here if only just to stare....
And then something was humming. The eggs? No, not the eggs. But the eggs were moving. She stood up, leaning on the purply red egg which was probably a bad idea, since the egg gave a violent shake and almost threw the blonde off balance. Why were the eggs moving? Did they not like her anymore? While Niora was trying to piece together what was going on, Cresce had grabbed her arm and started leading her off to form an oddly shaped semi-circle. "But Cresce... Cresce it's not the Hatching, it's the Touching!" This was going against everything she had learned about dragons. The Touching was just... the Touching! It wasn't a Hatching! But even the new Weyrleader and the Weyrwoman were starting to move, and the dragons were beginning their little hum. No, wait, this was wrong! The dragons weren't allowed to hatch yet! They had to do the Touching!
Well, they had already done the Touching... but... but.... Maybe the dragons had a schedule of their own they had to follow. It's not like they'd care if they were causing complete panic all through the Weyr. Or even know. They were dragons! They were still in eggs, even! Or maybe the prescense of the Candidates had caused the eggs to want to Hatch. Was it their fault the eggs were Hatching early? Were Touchings the cause of early Hatchings? Niora's mind was filled with questions, and she glanced at Cresce as if she was going to ask something. But if this was an actual Hatching, even if they weren't wearing the right clothes, it wouldn't be good to talk. And besides, she doubted Cresce knew much of what was going on either. The things Niora wanted to know were things that only the dragons themselves could answer.
'I'll just ask my dragon,' she thought contently, looking at the eggs and humming tunelessly along with the dragons. That humming was really contagious, no wonder all the dragons started humming together. They must enjoy it. Niora sure did, it was a pleasant sound. Even if she'd only heard it from underground in her room that she used to rarely leave. It was much more... enjoyable out in the open, right next to the pretty dragons themselves. She dusted off her fluffy hair, trying to remove some of the sand. Niora had never really been vain, but she did like her hair to be pretty. Although, the sand did sort of blend in with the bright blonde color of her hair. Fluffing it out again, she decided to keep her focus on the eggs now, since they deserved her attention more than anything. Her hair could wait.
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