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Post by Onyxaeon on Jun 19, 2009 23:08:16 GMT -5
Scattered across the Hatching Sands are twenty-eight lovely eggs. (I know the clutch listing says 29, but bear with me. You will understand.) I'm posting first what each egg looks and gives off the aura of, and then the actual postie with Linnelyth being all emo and such. ;P
Fallen Ruby Tears: This egg is the farthest away from the main cluster, resting against the wall of the stands. It is a fairly petite egg for its coloring (it is known to be either a crimson or scarlet), but that does not stop this egg from pouring out a warm, bouncy personality from inside its shell. One cannot help but be cheerful upon simply standing beside this egg, let alone the overwhelming feeling of joy that comes from touching the surface. This egg is a soft, tomato red, with darker, ruby colored spots splattered here and there. Impressed to Maylin, NPC
Touch The Sky: Touch The Sky is the only egg that lays on its side and, oddly, the dragon inside seems to protest with hateful feelings when you turn it right side up. If one does not try to tilt the dragon back to its upward position, this semi large egg seems to be perfectly content and welcomes company. It even seems a touch lonely when it has been denied attention, but this is almost instantly forgotten once a hand has been laid on it. This egg is a soft, sky blue, with veins of white spider webbing across the surface. Impressed to Imere
Blow Me Down To Dust: The egg is a recluse, stationed far away from its brothers and sisters in a sandy cocoon. It doesn't like to be touched by any other than the male candidates, and even then it is rather picky. Under that though, it seems to be a fairly intelligent dragon inside. Quite, but clever. It is the closest egg to the candidate entrance, and a rather easy sight on the eyes for its standard, medium size. It is a tan beige throughout, almost a cream color were it not for the evident shading of brown to it. Impressed to W'kin, NPC
Airborne But Earthbound: This egg is rather...large. Were it not for the coloring that had grown to tell the color of the dragon inside, most would have thought it a queen egg. This egg seems to bear a split personality: it is endlessly teasing and humorous one moment and then serene and pensive the next. What most don't realize is that it all depends on where you touch on the egg to get either mood. Touch to the left, you get happy, to the right, you get peaceful. It is a rich, soil brown, with a dark, navy blue spiraling around the shell. Impressed to Zyine & X'vier.
Tarnished In Promise: This egg is proudly in a cluster of three other eggs, touching the three for they prop against it like a guardian. It screams male and pride, and utterly refuses to acknowledge any but male candidates. It seems to love the role of protector, as it isn't bothered by the three other eggs leaning on it. It is a fine size and a good sign for the Weyr to have such good looking kings and for they to stand out so even in their shells! This egg is a honey color, with a flawless, even coating to it that does not fail. Impressed to Y'nors, NPC
Waiting By Light, Feather Driven Scars, & Window To Between: These eggs are all seemingly jointed at the hip, as they all touch one another and lash out with utterly hateful feelings if moved even a fraction of an inch. They each lay pressed against the Tarnished In Promise Egg, huddled around it as though seeking protection. They are thought to be three close sister Silvers but, who knows? Each egg bears the same milky texture to it, and are quite smooth to the touch, their white hues perfect copies of the others. Each egg bears a different mark, though. WBL bears a faint, crescent moon mark darker than the rest of its white, FDS bears a small, lighter white stripe down one side, and WTB bears a much darker white swirl at its base. The three eggs are roughly a healthy Bronze egg's size, and portray an attitude much the same when touched. Though, there is a lingering tension that coils in the sinews once one has moved on to touch other eggs. Impressed to M'yran, Jeri, and R'taik.
Dew From The Canopy: This egg is in the dead center of a much larger cluster than that stated above and it is clear that these dragonets inside this close knit group are all very sociable. This small egg is a very pale green, almost appearing as though it would glow-in-the-dark, with veins of yellow-white here and there across the top and base of the egg. It seems to be very shy, but warms up quickly to candidates that linger for longer than a minute or two to talk to it. Impressed to Lek.
Dazed Among Ferns: This egg is also small, but it bears a personality that could knock just about anyone down for its explosiveness. Before even touching this egg, one cannot help but laugh. The dragonet inside is so eager to see the world, it would burst shell right then and there if it could! DAF is a deep, emerald shade, with stripes of black across its surface that make one look to the Emerald Typhith and ask if this were not his own egg. Impressed to Cerici, NPC
Passion Set Ablaze: This egg is a fine size for a Blue egg and, where it a Blue dragon nestled inside, it would be in perfect condition. No, this large for its color egg is a fine shade of wine red, not break in its color or mark to ruin this egg's beauty. It gives off the aura of wanting to be free, wanting to be out of its shell and to do...something. Anything. Unfortunately, this egg doesn't know what as it pulses with indecision but spirit. Impressed to Jy'mon, NPC
A Taste Of Iron: Large for its color, this egg rests up against another of its color, almost in a reassuring manner. Probably due to the "big sister" nature this egg gives off constantly. It seems to care for far beyond its own, and only wants to help make the world brighter and a better place for others. It looks for no personal gain. This egg is a stunning shade of ash gray, with faint spots of darker, slate gray on the right side and the apex of the egg. Impressed to Hailey
Chrome By Candlelight: This egg sits right alongside A Taste Of Iron, almost in a terrified light. It doesn't like to be alone, and candidates are often found glued to this egg as it pulls at the heartstrings with its sorrow for being left. Perhaps that is why it rests so close to its sibling. This egg is smaller than its resting egg-post, but not by much, and bears a dark gray coloring that is quite close to being black. It bears a lone, straight line of silver down the middle that gives clue to its color, and also its name. Impressed to Nasabii, NPC
Bitten Emerald Hopes: Of average size, this egg is a soft, grass green....Sorta. All across the shell, many swirls and shades of light green and yellow-green scratch back and forth, making this egg dearly resemble an oddly painted easter egg. Candidates can clearly tell the dragonet inside's mercurial mood is betrayed by its shell, and, just as one would expect, this dragon seems to favor charming the candidates to staying close. Almost flirting. Impressed to Allia, NPC
Dripping Dry Whispers: This egg screams average, as nothing about it really seems too extraordinary. It is of middling girth, and its shell is one solid navy blue in coloring, the egg itself only slightly rougher than those eggs around it, though that isn't much to wonder over. Inside, the dragonet seems to want nothing more than to be left alone. It knows its place, and simply wants to get through the whole mess of having to hatch, live, and then die. Very un-Blue like but, then again, who knows? -Impressed to G'trun, NPC
Dusk Past Noon: Again, a fine, healthy king egg, what could be considered large for its color. This egg stands proud and quite sure of itself, arrogance seeping through the shell to touch the candidates passing by. It knows exactly who it is, and is quite pleased with that. This egg is a mix of copper and red-orange, with fine, thin lines of the red-orange along the sides as f a very tiny brush had been taken to the egg. Impressed to C'tib, NPC
Lost Beneath The Pines: Again, the clutch sees an egg whose coloring is so dark a shade, it is almost black. So deep is the depth to this green, that it is really impossible to see another shade staining the shell, and the darkness gives an air to the larger egg that should not be found in its coloring. The dragonet inside, though clearly female, commands attention: she must be in the limelight, and the world is hers to command. She only wants the best and, perhaps that is why she is picky with her candidates. Impressed to Tamie, NPC
An Affair's Kiss: Almost pink in its base hue, this egg is middling in size, with triangles, yes triangles, of a darker red scattered here and there. It is positioned in the dead center of the second cluster, as it feels secure there. The dragonet inside gives off a trusting aura to it, very gentle and sweet natured, but also rather naive and a tendency to be a bit spacey and ditsy, though fun in its forgetfulness. Impressed to Naryn, NPC
Tides Sweeping Sands: This egg is smaller in its coloring, but more than makes up for it with its personality. Loving and simple, the dragonet inside could be content with rotten meat for its first meal. It does not appear to be one to complain, and has a sweet, unjudging soul to it that the candidates can tell upon passing by. The egg is a soft, violet-blue, with very tiny specks of purple along the shell that are almost too small to be seen unless one looks closely. Impressed to S'nyru, NPC
Rukbat's Burning Light: Smaller than average, this egg is a dusty, goldenrod coloring, with splotches of amber gold thrown here and there to distract the eye from the attitude this dragon bears. Defiant and feisty, this dragonet does not wish to be contained, and clearly seems to harbor a distaste for the rules. Bold and risky, this one appears to seize any chance given, and that might not always be such a good thing.
Burned In Ashes: Across the shell of this egg, contrasting shades of maroon and apple red swirl together in an aimless dance, the two colors meeting but not mixing. Of healthy size, the dragonet inside seems to understand what is going on, but not why: it appears a curious appetite lingers about in this dragon and, as true with the nature of Reds, this one will certainly be getting into mischief to find those answers. Impressed to N'sorb, NPC
Moss Written Lies: An olive shade of green, this egg seems to have forgotten what color it really is, as a solid spot of bright red rests on the top of the shell, making it appear like the olive its coloring suggests. Inside the shell, the dragonet cannot seem to sit still, as though every touch makes it jump. It is apparent the poor dear is frightened silly, and has somewhat of a short attention span, possible a bit dramatic as well. Impressed to Mairis
Whistle In Silence: The last of the silver hued eggs, this egg has a flawless shade of very light gray, with nothing but the smoothness of the shell to linger as a distracting thought. Candidates cannot quite seem to fathom how such a being could radiate such sweet thoughts, nor at the same time harbor such a great thirst for affection. This egg loves to be pet and, it would seem, the dragonet will not soon ignore that habit. Impressed to Opaesi, NPC
The Dawn of Night: Fairly cut and dry, this egg seems terribly to the point and short tempered. It gets impatient when candidates cannot decide whether or not to touch it, and seems to have a very short fuse. Best to move past this egg once you are done with a quick touch. This egg is of average size, with an almost checkerboard pattern, alternating between a dark gold and a true bronze hue. Impressed to Ly‘runiah, NPC
Holocaust In The Making: Very much resembling the look of dried blood, this egg looks quite disdainful to the eye. It has a bumpy texture to it that the other eggs do not, and most pass it up for this reason even though the egg is large for its coloring. Shame on them, for it has quite the understanding soul within. Very tolerant and thoughtful, though sometimes rash and too quick to act. Impressed to R'rovin.
Tickled With Leaves: A giggly spirit resides in this egg, and one obviously too hyper to calm down without some manner of difficulty. It loves to be touched, and almost tempts candidates to it with its joy only later to find it might not have been worth all that hype. Easily excitable would be a good word for the solid lime green egg. It is of average size, thankfully. Who could take a larger dragon so bouncy? Impressed to B'nub, NPC
Sparked By The Sunrise: This egg is the second largest in the entire clutch, and is situated by itself with one other egg: Beyond Between Again. It is a fine, golden sheen, marked only by a few darker spots of goldenrod yellow here and there. It is the queen of the clutch, no doubt, and has an attitude fitting. Demanding and wild, this dragonet has a rebellious nature that wont soon be told what to do, if really ever. Far be it from any to make the mistake of holding this queen back from what she desires.
Beyond Between Again: This egg is the largest of the clutch, surpassing even the queen, and situated away from the other eggs with the ever demanding queen egg Sparked By The Sunrise.It is a flawless, metallic shade of ebony throughout the shell: no breaks, no wronged patches. Unlike the queen, however, this dragon does not seem to accept the fact it is easily a king. No, this dragonet thinks far too much for that, and often does not respond to the candidates who touch his shell for he is lost to thought. When he does, however, the entire shell protests, as though such strength should not dare to be contained. Impressed to F'air
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Post by Onyxaeon on Jun 20, 2009 15:44:39 GMT -5
Jouri had been in as much of a state as her dear Linnelyth over the past few seven days: sterilization could do that to you. In the defense of the dear Opal, she was so bent on peace, as was the rest of Talune, that it wasn't impossible to try to find peace in that Wildfire's words. That didn't matter, though. Her poor queen was little more than an overgrown Green now. Jouri sighed, brushing this thought aside as she spoke with the Headwoman. "Linnelyth will be here in just a minute. As soon as I can coax her out of her couch. Go inform the candidates to get ready.-They should have enough time to do so and get down here with how long talking to her might take. My poor dear is..." The Weyrwoman did not have to finish that statement: the Headwoman understood and merely nodded, padding off of the sands and down into the candidates barracks. With that taken care of, Jouri moved on to bigger problems.
Love, come on now. The candidates will be here soon and you'll want to see them inspecting your lovely eggs, wont you? It'll be good for you. You should come down and preen at this lovely cluster off eggs. An Onyx and a queen? Four Bronzes? Come now, love, that's something to be proud of.
Linnelyth mumbled something inaudible as she heaved herself to her feet, stretching her wings faintly before looking about her weyr. She should be there, shouldn't she? Is Varanth there? D'ron? I don't want to be alone...They'll look at me differently. Jouri had to shake her head, biting her lip as she glanced over to D'ron. The man offered a reassuring smile, turning his gaze to the Onyx beast standing over the entrance to the Sands with a watchful tint to his eyes. He would not pass to allow the candidates in until Linnelyth was on the sands and comfortable. The last thing the queen needed was to have stress added on to her already fragile state of being. "How is she doing, Jouri?" D'ron questioned, one hand on the woman's shoulder as he looked over the eggs, a silent prayer going to Faranth that something in these twenty-eight eggs could help Talune recover from this. "As well as could be expected. She's thinking of coming down but refuses to accept my telling her that you two are down here and that no one will look at her differently." The woman heaved a frustrated sigh, shaking her head and trying to reason with the stubborn Opal before Varanth cut in.
I'm right here waiting for you, Linnelyth. The candidates are getting closer: I can hear them. Do not make them wait long, dear queen. As long as I stand, they will not look at you as anything but the queen you are. The Opal reluctantly agreed to this, taking the long walk to her ledge before spreading her wings wide and gilding down into the Hatching Sands. The queen took to settling down on the far side of the Hatching Sands, curling up around several eggs before resting her head on the warm, grainy sands. Let them in. Without hesitation, the Onyx stepped back, moving away from the entrance to stand beside his Opal queen.
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Post by Dragonmage on Jun 21, 2009 0:10:57 GMT -5
Mairis walked slowly towards the Hatching Sands. Many of the Candidates had been talking about the Opal in a disparaging manner. She thought they were being cruel because the Opal had been tricked and it was not fair to make the sterilization all her fault. It was as much or more the sneaky Wildfire's fault for coming up with the plan to harm Talune Weyr. Coming to the entrance to the Hatching Sands, Mairis bowed to Linnelyth and Varanth.
"Opal Linnelyth and Weyrwoman Jouri, Onyx Varanth and Weyrleader D'ron, it is an honor to be allowed to touch your eggs."
Mairis carefully stepped onto the sands. Shards, they were hot. The first egg that caught her eye was the Fallen Ruby Tears egg. One hand reached out to caress the bright red shell. Mairis had to force down a giggle that threatened to spill out at the joyful exuberance that the dragonet inside gave off. It almost looked like it was made of glass and not a real egg at all. But of course it had to be. Linnelyth would never allow one of her eggs to be replaced by a glass copy, however beautiful. There were other eggs to touch however, and she left the happy egg to look for another.
The next to catch her eye was the Airborne But Earthbound egg. Even though she was not that interested in a male dragon, the brown base color swirled with dark blue made her want to see the egg and learn more about it. This egg was interesting enough that her nervousness about possibly impressing a male dragon was partially dispelled. Mairis firmly laid a hand on the left side of the egg. It was another happy one. That was nice. Grumpy eggs wouldn't be so much fun to meet at a Touching. She moved to the other side of the egg, brushing her fingertips along the shell. Mairis tilted her head when the energetic happiness was replaced by a relaxing serenity. How odd that the two sides of the egg would feel different. She might have lingered but there were other eggs to touch. Might as well do this right and give herself as wide a choice as possible. Too bad that there was no Opal in the clutch.
Mairis walked toward the A Taste Of Iron egg. That was almost kind how it leaned closer to the Chrome By Candlelight egg as if protecting it. She put a hand onto the A Taste of Iron egg and just tried to accept whatever the egg had in store for her. It was so loving and protective that she smiled gently in spite of her worry that the Opal and the Onyx might take the smile the wrong way. This was a good egg to touch.
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DaeSiggil
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Post by DaeSiggil on Jun 21, 2009 11:28:52 GMT -5
(*yawns* Hope it's acceptable..)
Rearovin was tense, almost unbelievable so and lowered his head to shield his eyes with his for once loose hair. His thin hands were twisted in each other behind his back. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, breath stopping for a second as his feet touched the warm sands. He noticed a few other candidates and felt a bit tenser instantly, he had hoped that he would be alone to check them out, well alone as he ever could be with both of the parents here. He dipped his head in greeting to said parents and sweeped past them in silence.
He walked to the egg Waiting By Light and crouched by it, gently touching it. He felt the attitude that would form itself, just as the lingering tension "You don't like to be moved, hmm?" He questioned, more to himself than to the others. He stood up again and looked around for a moment, he was quite curious what the other eggs held, stepping to the one that the other had touched he did the same. His eyes fell closed as he felt the joy ooze down from it. He jerked his hand back soon though and shook his head.
Dripping Dry Whispers was the next to catch his attention. He walked over to it and touched the rough texture that made the shell, he felt that it wanted to be left alone and promptly raised an eyebrow as he did so. That was unusual from a blue, he felt a tiny smile raise and didn't bother to push it back and once more stood up, he would leave it alone as it wished. He stretched now, he felt bothered by the heat that came from the sands, but nothing that could be done about it, sadly enough.
Chrome By Candlelight pulled on him too, he walked gently over to it, more tender than he would be with other eggs he placed his hand on it. A small gasp escaped his lips and he closed his eyes again, stroking the shell he pulled back. He bit his lower lip, it was strange but he felt almost close to it, but no matter. It wasn't to be his, he would be happy with a simple blue too, it hadn't to be special or anything. He straightened and stretched, muscles cramping of the constant crouching he did to touch them.
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Post by Desert on Jun 22, 2009 15:37:23 GMT -5
"Xavier! For Faranth's sake, man, get UP!" Xavier was unceremoniously rolled off the bed. Tangled in the fur, he thudded onto the stone floor, jarring him into wakefulness. The young man groaned sullenly and tried to haul himself back onto the bed, but the other candidate who had woken him wouldn't let up. "Come on, Xavier, or you'll be late. I told you you shouldn't've gotten into the wineskin last night, didn't I? You don't have time to go to the Headwoman for that hangover, you'll just have to deal with it."
Xavier swatted at the helping hands that were trying to assist him into a sitting position. "I don' have a hangover, dimglow!" he snapped. "I just need more sleep. Verzan has more of a tolerance that I thought, it took longer to drink him drunk than I expected." He chuckled. "But you should know me better by now than to think the few rounds I had last night were enough to even give me more than a mild headache. I'm good."
The other candidate, a lad several years his junior, rolled his eyes. "All right, so let's get going, since you're lucid."
Xavier sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "Get going to what?"
The other rolled his eyes in exasperation as he explained, "The Touching, idiot! Linnelyth's clutch is ready for the Touching today, remember? You'll be late if you don't get a move on!"
"Oh!" Xavier lurched off the bed and fumbled his way to the trunk of his clothing. As his friend rapidly threw on clothes and pulled on a pair of heavy boots, the younger candidate couldn't resist taking a jab at Xavier's vanity. "What, not taking the time to make yourself presentable this morning? You might meet a pretty girl, can't let yourself be seen at less than your best!"
Xavier smacked the other candidate on the back of the head as he passed. "Oh, shut your trap. My natural good looks will suffice me until I can get back here and fix myself up, but for now I don't want to be late. Come on, then, you were the one nagging me earlier!" He took off at a jog down the hall, leaving his chum to catch up. The younger lad had to chuckle at Xavier's irrepressible nature.
They came onto the sands at the tail end of the group of candidates. Xavier slipped in ahead of his friend at the end of the line -- making sure to pay proper respect to Varanth and Linnelyth with a deep bow. It didn't matter that the opal was sterile, she was still an opal, which made her a queen. Not to mention she was large, and things that are big enough to eat you in one gulp deserve a measure of respect. Xavier didn't think much of the fools who talked about Linnelyth behind her back -- it was just plain wrong. They had no compassion or couth.
As he entered the Grounds, Xavier scanned over the eggs and judged which ones to touch. The silver-looking ones and green ones were automatically out, as was the big queen egg. The red ones he'd have to be careful of, since scarlets and crimsons were sort of hard to tell apart at this stage. The rest -- all the blue and brown and bronze, maybe even that big onyx egg -- were good. Not that Xavier had any problem with any of the others, but he wasn't interested in Impressing a green or silver and all the discomforts that would entail a straight guy getting a female dragon. Juuust no.
The first one he went up to was the Airborne But Earthbound. As he splayed a hand across the two-toned shell, he felt a wave of bubbly cheer emitted from it. He had to grin at the mischievous humor the egg exuded, and gave it a playful caress; oddly, as his hand passed across the shell, the mood changed to one of introspection. Xavier was surprised by the sudden shift in mood, and withdrew his hand. Making a mental note to come back to this egg -- his curiosity had been piqued, though there were others likely wanting to touch that egg -- Xavier moved on to a different area of the sands.
He noticed most of his fellow candidates overlooking the blood-colored Holocaust in the Making egg and deliberately made for it. "That's cold, avoiding you," he muttered to the egg. Sure, the texture was rather unusual, and the coloration perhaps a bit intimidating, but as he laid his hand gently on the shell, Xavier felt nothing wrong with it. "You're not so bad, just a little mean-looking." Perhaps it seemed a bit unusual to be speaking to the eggs, but Xavier didn't care. He gave the Holocaust egg a parting pat and strolled off, toward one of the eggs he could tell by size an coloration was a bronze.
He could tell the Tarnished in Promise egg was a bronze just by the feelings it radiated: how could anything but a bronze or onyx be so male and so proud? He rested his hand on the shell with a grin. Even in the egg this fellow seemed paternal and strong, given how the three smaller eggs leaned against it. Xavier stroked the amber-hued shell once and moved on, as one of the bigger candidates who fancied himself the next Weyrleader was making for the Tarnished egg with a businesslike expression. Why that hulking bully wasn't monopolizing the onyx egg if he considered himself to be such leader material was beyond Xavier -- perhaps he considered onyxes inferior to bronzes, simply because they were mutants.
Xavier rolled his eyes. There were still plenty with that anti-mutation attitude, though he personally saw no point to it. As big as the world was, one couldn't remain insular for long and expect to survive. That had been one of the lessons hammered into his head at the Harper Hall. Well, the world also takes all kinds, and certainly there were enough hidebound fools. Xavier shook off those thoughts and looked around for another egg to visit. [/size]
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Post by Lauri on Jun 22, 2009 20:41:05 GMT -5
"Oh, oh, iyo!"
You always knew Jeri was coming long before you actually saw her.
Singing with a rich, throaty contralto voice, the willowy and barefoot acrobat scrambled to the Hatching Grounds with her sandals dangling deftly from a printed violet and chartreuse waist wrap. Clangs, clings, dings, and rings accompanied her chanting, heaping rings of brassy bracelets and anklets threatening to fly off her bruised bony joints with each and every great arc her sweeping limbs made. She was dressed in her usual attire that put a court jester to shame: a single gold cloth crossing her flat chest to cover it, dual-colored parachute pants reaching mid-calf, and all sorts of trinkets adorning her cropped hair. Onlookers dared not stare at the blur as she flew on by, frightened that watching for too long would cause blindness.
But she couldn't help it! Jeri was more than ecstatic to get a chance to feel the shells of the Queen's eggs, a pre-Hatching chance to see if she could bond early with her life partner. But she just hoped that she wasn't the last one there! Skidding to a halt and rocking back on calloused heels as the recoil hit her, she immediately saluted the two riders with a painted hand. When did that flower get on her palm?
"Sorry I'm late, 'eyrleaders! I was, uh, busy with, uh, stuff."
She gave no hint as to what she had been doing prior to the engagement, just smiling with those bright teeth that contrasted so strongly against her skin color. Bowing to the Opal mother with a motion that seemed awkward at best, she skipped on off to go satisfy the privilege she had been given. This was what she had been waiting all morning for!
Howling when she felt the the heat pierce the cracked skin underneath her feet, she cursing herself loudly for forgetting to put on her sandals.
After hopping and hissing, the dark girl threw her gaze around and giggled when she saw that there was barely anyone on the Sands. Why had she been in such a hurry, there was no reason to worry! Skipping over to the three eggs clustered together gayly, the Waiting By Light, Feather Driven Scars, & Window To Between eggs, she sung a little melody as she grazed the dappled rocks with a hand sporting a generous amount of scars and nicks.
"You guys are all so sad, betcha can't wait 'til you get outta those silly shells!"
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Post by Onyxaeon on Jun 22, 2009 22:06:18 GMT -5
Linnelyth had been quite content, sullen but still alright, with the candidates trotting onto her sands and touching her eggs. She wasn't usually possessive aside from Flights, but a certain springy, bouncing candidate had her hackles raised. A slow hiss rolled from her maw and, before Jouri could react, Linnelyth had curled her tail around several eggs, her wings spreading out to enclose most after batting away a candidate or two. Her neck had curled around the the queen and Onyx egg protectively. Another hiss droned in the back of her throat as she looked on at the female with disdain. Her eggs. Al hers! No one should touch them if they weren't going to be careful. They needed quiet! Her babies were sleeping soundly inside their shells.Her eggs...
Besides the moody queen, Jouri muttered an oath, nearly falling herself due to the fact the Opal's tail had lashed about and, had it not been for D'ron catching her from falling out of fright and Varanth taking the dull slap of the queen's tail, she would have been face first in the sand by now. Linnelyth, are you nuts?! You could have broken one of my ribs with that stunt. Love, she's just happy to see the eggs...There's no need to being all prickly about it. I promise, no harm will come to your eggs while I'm standing and taking in air. The Weyrwoman thanked D'ron for his assistance, her gaze going immediately to Varanth as she faintly acknowledged his a actions with a small smile. They had seen the queen moody before: and this was nothing compared to other, worse times. At least now the Opal could be reasoned with.
My eggs. Mine... Varanth crooned to his smaller mate, great wedged head lowering to nuzzle the side of her jaw ginegrly. Of course they are yours, love. Every last one of them. But, if you don't let the candidates in, our little ones wont know where to go upon Impression. They'll be so very lost on the Sands, and you don't want that, do you? The Opal honestly considered this for a moment, and finally snorted, shaking her head and bringing her wings back to her sides. Her tail twitched a moment before she allowed her body to relax and she snaked back into her previous position, eyes keener than before. Fine. You win, but I want them to be quiet. They're dreaming. Sweet, beautiful dreams of peace and the days before Black Sands. The Onyx nodded, licking the side of his mate's face first before allowing his nose to brush against the Onyx egg lovingly. That was his pride. His son. Someone to take over after he was no longer Weyrking. He spoke softly inside the minds of those candidates, keeping his resounding voice calm and almost whisper toned though, no doubt for those so new to a dragon's voice in their minds and and aged dragon being their first encounter, it would feel like athundering roar. Linnelyth wishes you to be very quite while on her sands, little ones. Our own little ones are dreaming, as she put it. You must be careful not to upset any, and any candidate wanting to touch these two eggs beside my maw must be extremely cautious. Crystal Caverns is in need of a queen, and we have offered up our lovely daughter for that right. Know that Impressing to her means transfer. That being said, an Onyx son is destined for life in this Weyr.-He and His will not leave Talune. He will be your Weyrking someday. Mayhaps when I am no longer around to watch over you so. The Weyrking retracted his maw, beckoning the candidates closer and assuring them that Linnelyth was fine now and would not lash out at them unless they were reckless. Mine will show you how how I favored him upon my own Touching. He recounts my shell rolled under his touch. When we have a rider for our own native son, you will know. The ONyx gestured to his Mine and, promptly, the man eased his way around the eggs, taking great care to not disturb them as he made his way to the Beyond Between Again egg. The man knelt, his eyes raking over the shell before his hand touched the surface. For a moment, everything was silent. Not a sound was made aside from teh breathing of those around, and the dragons close by. Just as a puzzled expression blanketed D'ron's face, the dragonet inside kicked (yes, kicked) a dull thud coming from inside the egg as it tilted on one side toward the Weyrleader. The man stroked the shell lovingly, looking over those young males present. Perhaps one existed here who could lead. "Do not be alarmed by his actions.-He's just letting you know he finds comfort in your thoughts. If you think far too much, you're the bonded of an Onyx for certain. He recognized me because I ride his sire. And, I will admit, I do tend to overcomplicate even the simple stuff." The man chuckled lightly, gesturing to those closest to come have their turn. "If nothing happens, don't lose hope. He, too, may be lost in thought. Mayhaps even enough not to feel your touch."
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Post by Bacchante on Jun 26, 2009 0:43:38 GMT -5
"Duh-duh-duh!" A person muttured a tune under their breath as they slipped between shadowed corners of the Weyr. It was something that had just come to him one day as being perfect for sneaking about. Sneaking was something he was good at. A person turned the corner and looked around for the source of noise. They shrugged and kept moving. Moments later, Faltair dropped silently down from the ceiling. "They never look up." He mused. Then with a shrug he kept going, humming his tune all the while. There were a people clustered around the door, D'ron and some candidates. Oh, and the Weyrwoman. Easy since they seemed focused on the Onyx egg. He moved along the wall, no longer humming, and slipped in. He paused to wave to Varanth and Linnelyth so they knew he was there. He winked at them and went on quickly. He moved along the wall longer and came across a Red egg. He knelt down to examine it. Small, quite pretty too. Reaching for it he paused. Exuberance rolled outward from it, even when he wasn't in contact with it. He carefully put one hand against it and almost laughed out loud. "You are a cheerful one, I like that. But happiness is not enough. I like you little one and in other circumstances I'd take you. But you, you are not for me." Faltair carressed the egg gently and then left, feeling strangely wistful. Sneaking around, the Dazed Among The Ferns egg caught his eye. He moved carefully closer and gently ran his hands along it. What a curious little guy! So full of life! "You want to see the world, just like me. But you would see so much that you would forget to enjoy. You will make a wonderful companion little one, but not mine." He stroked it one last time and moved on. He noted Bitten Emerald Hopes and moved closer, wanting to even more as he did so. He kneeled before it and lightly touched the shell, sensing as best he could. "You want me to stay, to keep me close. You flirt with all, drawing us in. You remind me of myself little one, but freedom is more than friends. Learn this, and make someone happy." He rubbed the shell gently and kept going. Faltair was now at Tides Sweeping Sands, already with one hand upon it. It was.. beautiful. Touching really. "You love us all, and would love whoever got you no matter what. I deserve you not. Go to one better than me, and find happiness." Faltair bowed his head over the egg in respect, then moved on. Rukbat's Burning Light was next, and Faltair was thinking of leaving soon. None of these eggs felt right for him. He'd skip this Hatching, most likely. This one felt rebellious but not in the way he wanted. "You are strong and brave. You care only for yourself. Lighten up, have fun. Some rules are made for a reason. But never forget your spark. I fnd kinship with you, but we are not meant to be." He placed both hands on the egg to show respect, and then stood; all ready to leave. Something stopped him as he moved for the door. The Onyx egg shone in the light, something about it catching him. He didn't know what though, it just... called to him. Not literally but the light playing of it was so enticing. Why not try? What harm could it do. Faltair moved in and bowed calmly to D'ron. "Weyrleader." He said calmly. D'ron was... effecient. He disliked that. Effeciency equalled harder to commit pranks, in his mind. He moved around the egg slowly, examining it. Then he went on to one knee, then kneeled before it. He ran his hands over the shell, but over it so they didn't quite touch. There was something here he couldn't explain. Nothing else for it. He placed one hand on the shell and then the other carefully. The sensation was, to Faltair, indescribable. The egg seemed unresponsive, yet deep within he felt something. It rumbled beneath its shell, with a powerful and deep intellect. It felt like an ocean to him, a deep sea of wisdom that he longed to dive into. There was reluctance deep inside it as well, of a sort. No not reluctance. Confusion. It seemed to think to try and understand itself. He kneeled there feeling the mind deep within the egg, and marvelling. He whispered quietly, mostly to himself, "For you, I'll come to the Hatching."
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Post by Dragonmage on Jun 26, 2009 1:30:01 GMT -5
When Linnelyth had panicked, Mairis had leapt away from the egg she was touching to avoid angering the Opal farther. After several long moments and a bob of the head later, she went back to petting the egg. Mairis knew she would need to move on from the A Taste of Iron egg soon, but it was too nice an egg to just leave. Giving the shell a last loving pat, she stretched and looked around for another egg to try to make friends with. The Chrome By Candlelight egg was close by and in all probability held a silver, so why not go see it too?
Mairis was shocked by the sensations when she touched the egg. There could not have been a greater contrast between two eggs than that between the A Taste of Iron egg and the Chrome By Candlelight egg. The other egg had felt almost mothering, but the Chrome By Candlelight egg felt sad and like it needed love. Mairis knew she could not stay with one egg and pulled herself away from the clingy baby in shell.
What egg would she go see next? Despite its not very eyecatching coloration, it was the Whistle In Silence egg that she was drawn to. When Mairis placed a hand on the shell, she was shocked by the neediness of the baby inside. It seemed even more lonely than the Chrome in Candlelight dragonet had been. Mairis petted the egg for a long while before she had to pull herself away. She felt like she was betraying the baby inside but there were others she wanted to meet before the Opal decided that the candidates had been playing with her eggs for long enough.
There were two more eggs that held some type of red that she was interested in. Although there were four more all together, it was pretty clear that at least two of the four were male. Those ones were a darker red. The Burning In Ashes egg was an interesting puzzle. The swirls of maroon and a brighter red made it seem to her like the dragonet inside could be either male or female. Well, at least from her limited experience with the red and their color differences with the gender of the dragon. Mairis went up to the egg and started to trace the swirls of color. This egg felt like it was trying to find out more about her. She tried to send a questioning feeling to the dragonet about whether it was male or female, but couldn't tell if the baby in the egg answered.
Mairis moved over to the An Affair's Kiss egg. This one she had almost no doubt about the gender. Only female reds could be a pink shade. Mairis wasn't so sure she liked the dragonet when it felt like it was very forgetful. Being forgetful in her craft was very dangerous so she did not know about this baby.
The last egg that Mairis really liked was the Moss Written Lies egg. She had no interest in transferring to Crystal Caverns, so the queen was probably not for her, but who knew? The babies could end up shocking everyone. This egg was rather jumpy and distractable, but it might need a calmer person so maybe she would be good for it. The Hatching would tell.
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Post by DaeSiggil on Jun 27, 2009 14:43:49 GMT -5
His head snapped up as the Weyrleader stepped on the sands, stumbling back himself. Rearovin didn't feel much for a hit around the ears because he was in front of someone's path. He watched a moment longer, as other candidates touched the egg, some smiling slightly other didn't. He touched a few other eggs; Touch The Sky among them, the feelings of loneliness didn't do anything to him, he just stood again and walked away after touching it and seeing that the feelings changed drastically. His face was a stone mask as he searched for another egg.
Blow Me Down To Dust was the next to draw his attention. He walked over to it and crouched once more, blue cold eyes gazing at it before gently, more gently than his look would suggest, touching the brown colored egg. He didn't care much for the browns but it was better than touching the closest to the snapping jaws of Linnelyth. He was interested in said egg and the position didn't bother him. He would try his chance when most of them where gone. Yes, only then.
His face tightened again as someone else touched it, he looked away and barely refrained from scowling "Please.." He muttered to himself in disgust and shook his head roughly. Dusk Past Noon was the next, but he stopped shortly on it as he felt the arrogant air hit him like a brick in mid-air "Nope.." He muttered lowly and crossed his arms in front of his chest, a gaze shot to the black egg confirmed that the candidate was still seated there. His fists curled up and he started the most daring action he had done in a while, he stalked forwards in the direction of the egg.
He was careful to pull a polite face when passing the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman again, a thin smile turning his lips as he bowed his head to the two dragons, although to him the smile felt more like a grimace. He waited for the other candidate to move, arms still crossed as he looked at the ceiling of the Hatching Sands. Rearovin shifted his weight from time to time as well, as to relieve the pain that seeped into his feet at the heat from the sands. He would wait of course, but that didn't mean he had to like it right now.
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Post by Desert on Jun 27, 2009 21:05:36 GMT -5
ooc; this post will include the NPC candidate Maylin~
One of the candidates that had been shoved aside by Linnelyth's wings was Xavier. The young man staggered backwards several paces from the opal's protective wrath, overbalanced, and flopped backwards onto the searing sand. He yelped as the hot grit promptly worked its way into his tunic; scrambling upright, Xavier shook himself off dog-like to get the sand out of his clothing and hair. Shards, but it was hot! He kept a wary eye on the queen-mother and took a few more steps back, until he was a respectful distance away from the clutch. No point in being knocked about any more!
Then, Varanth's deep voice rumbled in his head. Xavier tensed, eyes wide with shock, and stared at the big onyx Weyrking. So this is what a dragon-voice sounded like? Xavier fought back a smile -- Varanth sounded a lot like D'ron, now that he thought about it. It made sense for a dragon to have a similar mind-voice to its bonded. He ducked his head in polite acknowledgment to the onyx. But since there was already a group around the onyx and gold eggs -- one which included a certain candidate he absolutely despised and had no intention of having to tolerate -- he forewent going to see if the onyx found him worthy. Xavier already knew he wasn't cut out for an onyx. If anything, his two favorite vices worked to cut down thought, and even when not in pursuit of either vice Xavier wasn't one to overthink things.
Once it was safe to be among the clutch again, Xavier went for Touch the Sky. This blue egg had perplexed him from the beginning, given how it was skewed. But when he put his hand under it, as if to set it to rights, the dragonet inside protested volubly. He grinned. "I get the point!" Xavier chuckled, then patted the egg and strolled off.
The next one was Tides Sweeping Sands. As Xavier rested his hand against the periwinkle, purple-specked shell, he couldn't rests a smile at the dragonet's selfless love. Such a sweet thing! Surely this one's Mine would be lucky to get such an unconditionally affectionate dragon. He spent an extra moment by the egg, caressing the shell, until another candidate approached looking interested in the Tides egg; Xavier moved on.
Xavier found himself drawn back to the Airborne but Earthbound egg. He was fascinated by the swirled colors and the conflicting auras coming from it. Once more he splayed his palm on the smooth, two-toned shell; this time, the first one he got was the quiet, introspective side. He squatted next to it and methodically moved his hand across the shell, first in a vertical line, but when there was no change, he slid his hand horizontally across the egg. There he encountered the bouncy cheerfulness. Xavier raised his eyebrows and commented to the big egg, "I wonder what lives in you."
Maylin had just skipped perkily into the Grounds at about the same time Linnelyth pulled her wings back. She was close enough to hear Varanth's speech, and a huge grin broke over her face like the rising of the sun sent a wave of light crashing over the landscape. She bobbed a cute half-bow to the clutch-parents and trotted over to the clutch, letting her eyes rove over the eggs curiously.
The first one May went up to was the Fallen Ruby Tears egg. She had noticed, since living in the Weyr, that reds were overall very friendly and mischievous dragons; she liked them. At the emotions exuded by the Fallen Ruby Tears egg, the dainty girl's smile widened: this one seemed to be a kindred spirit. She spent some time crouched next to the egg, petting the shell fondly, reveling in the aura it radiated.
Next was Dazed Among Ferns. She giggled before even touching the emerald-hued shell, and had to suppress a shudder once her fingers skimmed over the egg. Such exuberance! This promised to be an energetic green, when she broke shell!
Next was Moss Written Lies. She hummed sympathetically when she touched the shell and felt the dragonet's terror. Poor thing, it was petrified! May dropped into a crouch next to it, stroking the bright reddish spot at the apex of the egg soothingly. "It's okay, sweetheart! What are you so scared of, silly? Nothing's gonna happen!"
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Post by elainsie on Jun 28, 2009 2:30:45 GMT -5
Imere spun in dizzying circles down the corridor that led to the Hatching Sands, arms outstretched, dark hair flowing behind and colorful skirts all a-fluttery around her slender ankles. “Oh Grier, isn’t this marvelous! We not only get to see the eggs up close, but touch them too!” Her wide emerald eyes shone with excitement as she did another little spin, left leg kicking it out. However she mistimed the landing and stumbled at the entrance of the sands, landing awkwardly on the hot sands, face first. Getting up nimbly, her hands stinging, she gave a sheepish smile to the Candidate who walked past giving her a rather askance look. “Oops, must have been going a bit too fast,” she lowered her voice so only Grier would here her. “I think I better not do that amongst the eggs, I don’t know if Linnelyth will be too pleased if I misjudge and fall on one of her precious children.”
However the little skip in her step remained as she made her way to the Opal and Onyx, curtsying prettily in front of the Weyrleaders and their dragons. In the time she had tripped and fallen she had missed the kerfuffle perpetrated by Linnelyth, however she had caught Varanth’s words, and nodded her head in acknowledgement. “I will be as quiet as can be”, she nodded her head again emphatically, voice lowered to a whisper. She turned to Grier, her voice still hushed, “Hear that? We have to be quiet, the little dragons are sleeping.” Imere pressed her finger to her lips as she wandered amongst the eggs.
“Which one should we look at first?” Her eyes went from one beautiful egg to the next, fingers drumming against her thighs in anticipation. “Hmm you think that one do you, Grier?” Imere pointed towards the luminescent Dew From The Canopy Egg, “Yes I agree, that one looks lovely. Let’s go,” she reached out for her invisible companion’s hand, flopping onto the sands in front of the egg. Carefully she wrapped her arms around the egg, not hard enough to exert any pressure, but giving it a warm embrace nonetheless. “Oh aren’t you lovely,” Imere’s voice rose in volume, and at a sharp look from a nearby Candidate she resumed her hushed tone. “But you are, Grier think so too.” She ran a hand over the smooth hide. “I hope you’re having a good rest now, for when you Hatch you will be very busy. I have talked to some weyrlings and they say there is so much work. So it’s good you are sleeping now. Sweet dreams little one, I’ll see you when you Hatch.” Imere gave the egg one last pat before landing eyes on the lime egg nearby.
The Tickled With Leaves Eggs caused a burble of laughter to erupt from Imere despite her best efforts at keeping quiet. Who could not feel happy around such an excitable dragon! She gave a grin, her mind wandering on how wonderful it would be to have such a companion, however she was pulled from her thoughts by the shadow of a female Candidate patiently waiting to approach the egg Imere monoplised. “It’s a fun one,” Imere whispered knowingly, allowing the girl to take her place.
“Grier, come back!” Imere hissed, following her friend across the Sands and arriving at the An Affair’s Kiss egg. “Oh, you could have just asked,” she chided her friend as Imere stroked the pinkish egg, “I am so glad it’s the dragon and not me who has to make the choice,” Imere bespoke Grier, “I would never know which to pick all these dragons are wonderful, I have not felt one that I am sure I would not grow to love.”
Hailey’s trouser covered legs made long strides to the Hatching Grounds, an air of purposefulness exuding from her. This was the moment she had been waiting for, her first chance to acquaint herself with the dragon she would Impress. For Impress she most certainly would, she could not quite put her finger on it, but it felt different this time around. And after all it was her third time, and were not third times lucky? The young woman was confident that come Hatching day she would walk away with one of the marvelous dragons that as of yet were still forming within the shell. Unlike some of the less prepared Candidates she had ensured she wore the thickest soled shoes she owned. Hailey was not going to leave the Hatching Grounds prematurely because she could not handle the heat of the burning Sands, she wanted to spend as much time as she was permitted with the eggs.
Entering the Grounds Hailey bowed her head in respect of the clutch-mother, Linnleyth, and her mate, the great Onyx Varanth. Hailey had only just made her way across the Sands when the Opal dragon went into a fenzy, her tail waggling wildly as a number of nearby Candidates were thrown. What was all that about? Hailey had been to two previous Touchings and never before had she seen Linnleyth so irritable. The woman wavered for a moment, eyes darting to the Weyreleader and Weyrwoman for instructions on what to do next, but it was the Weyrking, Varanth, whose voice filled her head. Well at least they would be getting the chance to still feel the eggs, and Hailey was not prone to overly boisterous displays so remaining quiet would hardly be a problem.
However his words about the Queen egg struck a chord. Hailey had been eyeing off the gold egg amongst others, but did she really want to leave Talune? She had not realized until this moment what had been intended for the unhatched Queen. As she mulled over how she felt about this, her eyes caught sight of the cluster of 4 eggs; Tarnished In Promise, Waiting By Light, Feather Driven Scars, & Window To Between. Hailey dismissed the Tarnished in Promise, it exuded maleness and from the coloring she determined it was most likely a bronze. Even if bronzes did Impress to females, she had no time for the masculine dragons.
Crouching in the Sands Hailey extended a hand to the Waiting By Light egg, the only thing she could tell that distinguished it from the other two, a faded crescent shape against the paleness of the smooth shell. After a minute or two she moved to the Feather Driven Scars, and shortly after that Window To Between. If she had her eyes closed Hailey would not have been able to pick the difference in the three, so similar their auras where. Having removed her hand and preparing to move on to the next egg she was assaulted by a forlorn feeling. How unusual, she had not picked uo on that emotion when touching the eggs. Still she shook it off removing herself quickly from the influence, there were more than these three to see.
As with the other Candidates she moved around, choosing only the eggs she believed carried female occupants, having left the best for last. During the touching of the other eggs she had resolved that, if the gold was to choose her, the move to Crystal Caverns would be no hardship. Yes she had some ties here, but how could she deny Crystal Caverns there hope of a future? And at last the Weyr seemed relatively friendly, it was not as if they would be packing her off to Black Sands, the thought causing her to glance at Linnleyth, a victim of their viscious scheming.
As advised, Hailey approached the Sparked by the Sunrise egg warily, one eye on each dragon to ensure neither were affronted by her approach. When neither dragon seemed to stir, the woman repeated the process as with the previous eggs,the pads of her fingers lightly brushing over the hardening shell. The atmosphere of this egg differed from any of the others, and rightfully so as it was a Queen. She gave a small smile over the feelings emanating from Sparked by the Sunrise; the rebellious nature of the dragon reminding her of her own behavior. This dragon would certainly be a challenge, and yet Hailey felt up to it, sure she could assert herself so that come Hatching day, if the gold was to look to her, they could make a formidable pair.
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Post by Lauri on Jun 30, 2009 16:13:30 GMT -5
[rawrnomuse D:]
As Linnelyth panicked, Jeri recoiled by retracting her hand from the triplets, blinking blankly as the mother snaked her appendage around a few of the shells in defiance. Had she caused her to react that way? Of course not! Sandals entirely too big sizzled at the soles as the dark girl just continued looking at the Opal, arm seeming to bend like spaghetti at the joints as she raised it.
"What are they dreamin' about?"
If or if they hadn't answered her question, Jeri would turn back towards the triplets she had been paying attention to, it really didn't matter. Her hand had already reached out to touch the middle egg whilst the men circled around that Onyx egg. Despite the fact that it was so overpoweringly pumped with testosterone, she still payed attention to it though she had a feeling on the inside that it may not be the one.
"You're actin' like the papa of this bunch, just chill!"
Giving a quick and friendly pat to the guardian Tarnished in Promise egg, she scampered on over to the Holocaust in the Making egg.
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Post by Onyxaeon on Jun 30, 2009 23:37:54 GMT -5
"For you, I'll come to the Hatching."
It was strange, how the garbled, whispered words wandered through the tiny pores in the shell, seeping down and through the fluid the ebony beast inside was sustained by. It was odd, truly, for those words to be understood, because nothing more than the general pitch of some candidates voice was usually gathered. Had his skull not turned ever so slowly to press against the shell than perhaps he, too, would not have understood. But he was not like his brothers and sisters who would only exude feelings to the receptive candidates beyond the walls of his prison. No, they needed more than that, and he had gathered that from feeling the touch of another mind who seemed already tied to a dragon much the same as himself. He had stretched out at first to acknowledge the presence, but tilted closer in an effort to show what he needed of those trying to win his attention. Though humans, with such simpler thoughts, would not understand his almost absent gesture. They would not quite understand how he needed someone to help lead rather than go awol with. He would serve his own bit of fun in life, certainly, but not before having paid the cost of being a rational mind in a sea of endless confusion. He was a voice of reason, and he would act as such.
The dragonet inside, nameless until his hatching day, stretched his wings; the first brush of movement from his shell. It was something to catch his current toucher's eye, because this one seemed appropriate, for lack of a better word. His touch seemed calmed, not like the still racing pulse of the candidate before, whose fear had cause the Onyx dragon to shun entirely. No, a coward couldn't stand strong for those he was meant to watch over. This one, though, wasn't a coward. Different from what exactly he wished, but perhaps that was for the best? He would not know until he hatched and, until that day, he could only offer his movements within the shell. Was it so wise to show whom he favored with his impending actions? The thought only momentarily stalled him until further thoughts occupied his mind while one clawed paw found where the candidate's had touched and pushed. A very faint, tiny crack was heard, but it was only a small chip in the outer shell. Not, the egg sack, strong and resilient as ever, was still in tact and guarding the baby inside. Perhaps he shouldn't have pushed hard enough so that the candidate's palm had been the only thing keeping him from accidentally breaking shell too early? Ah well, did it matter that if the action had sent the egg literally rolling over against a waiting lap? Apparently, it did, for the Weyrleader had gone mute...For that moment, at least.
D'ron's eyes were wide as he stared down at the onyx egg now nestled on its side against Faltair's lap. He hadn't seen a reaction such as that since his own Touching with Varanth, and none since that portrayed such force behind the blow. Dragons favored candidates before hatching, sure, but this was...Too much. His mild concern over the tiny crack he had caught turned to startled, mild disbelief. THIS was the candidate he had chosen to acknowledge? Had not that same lad chose to ignore every Hatching since he had been brought here? Was not he the one (aside from the new troublemakers added to the Weyr) who had caused more than his fair share of mischief for the Headwoman in the Lower Caverns? A king wanted a court jester for a rider?! "Blast the shell and sear the skin! By the Egg, what in Faranth's name has possessed you to bet with Bitran odds?" The Weyrleader was looking to the onyx egg more than anything, his disbelief earning a snicker from Linnelyth, but none other as the man was clearly distraught by the dragon's choice of candidates. Of all, he had to pick this one? Would not a more stable do better in the beginning than have to be drilled into... "When the moon turns green you'll find a fit choice in what you have! That's a load of crackdust! Hmm... Solution breeds necessity..." The man had gone between in thought, it seemed, his mind whirling around endlessly at the possibilities this brought to the Weyr. His tirade was short lived, and nothing more than minor, but still, who would have thought the man could be riled? Like dragon, like rider. Blood will tell, wont it? I can't fathom this working, Varanth. Why? Mine, you forget where you come from. /He/ hasn't been banned from Hatchings yet, as you have. Be grateful for small mercies, MineOwn. Maybes seldom are, D'ron. It will work, and you will see.
Mine forgets too much, Faltair. He was banned from two Hatchings when he was younger; he made very mistake on the record. And look of what he has taken to now. A dragon changes whom he or she is bonded to, for the better. You appear to be as faceted as dragon eyes, little one. Take note of that and what I have said, and visit the rest of the eggs as Linnelyth knows you well. She would just about eat someone in this state of mind. Now, as for the rest of you, show your respects and move along to other eggs. This Hatching wont be much longer in occurring. And, Rearovin, exercise patience. It would do you good to learn that lesson now.
With all the excitement of the recent dragonet activity, another candidate had slipped in, quite late. But, that couldn't be helped for the Headwoman had /made/ him do the chore of cleaning out the runner stables, and that had taken far longer than it should have. It was helped by the fact the woman had forgotten about him, and a Brownrider was the one to inform him he was missing the Touching. Rytaik skidded to a halt before the queen, dusting himself off and explaining to the Weyrwoman of his plight in the most respectful way he could manage while out of breath. The woman only chuckled, and even the Opal queen managed a rumble at this, and told him to go ahead and touch what he pleased; the Touching could take part for a touch longer, just enough to let him handle a few eggs.
The lad nodded, offering his thanks as he dipped his head to Varanth, the king wandering back to his place beside his queen. Old soul, Rytaik thought, his nose wrinkling as he come to the realization he dearly reeked of runner. Eh. Maybe the eggs wouldn't mind, and he'd keep away from the other candidates out of courtesy to their noses. Upon reaching his first egg, Rytaik bent down carefully, eyes playing over the smallest Bronze egg. It was interesting to look at, the patches of amber-gold and the goldenrod spots distracting his eye as he pressed a hand gingerly against Rukbat's Burning Light. Defiance. Ambition. Spirit. This dragon was not a pushover, that was for certain, but it lacked the type of wisdom he wanted in a lifemate. Sure, bold was good, but too much was irresponsible, and of this he knew well. With a farewell pat, Rytaik glanced over to the Beyond Between Again egg and shook his head. He knew well he didn't have the morals for an Onyx hatchling for, though he well was right in the mind and had a compassionate heart for the wellbeing of others, he needed that strict sense of judgment to guide him, and of that, e had not. No, he would stick with the Bronze hatchlings who had mostly been ignored, it seemed, and would be grateful should one accept his touch.
Coming across another evident Bronze, Rytaik paid his respects to the Dusk Past Noon egg. It was large for its color, no doubt, but it had an arrogance and sureness about it that was...less than desirable. He would be glad to partner up with such a fine dragon, but he would be better suited for one who wanted nothing more than to prove his worth. An affectionate pat was all the lad bestowed upon this egg before immediately spotting another Bronze. There were four, right? Well, that made three of the four he would visit. The Dawn of Night. Even before touching the shell with two fingers and trailing them about the checkerboard pattern, Rytaik could taste the temper to the egg. He could feel the appreciation in him having not hesitated, but he could also feel the lingering anger and short fuse within. Truly, this dragon would be terribly frustrated with himself for not getting things right the first time, so perhaps this one was his bonded. Maybe he could balance out the dragon's temper with his level headed nature. His fingers lingered a touch longer before he offered a quick set of words to the egg. "I'll see you on Hatching Day."
Lastly, there was the Tarnished In Promise egg. Of all the Bronzes present in the clutch, this one screamed male louder than all, and bore a pride to him that was really only found in Onyx dragons. This greatly piped Rytaik's curiosity as he stroked the shell lovingly, seeing the three other eggs of equal girth leaning against the honey hued egg. They were interesting, without a doubt. They were white, not silver, are far too large to be what the others thought of them. New mutants, perhaps? Rytaik could not see why they wouldn't be, and took greater care brushing his fingers along the Waiting By Light egg. Almost immediately, the overwhelming emotions of the two other similar eggs bombarded him, and he was forced to be extra alert and not move them as he passed over the Feather Driven Scars egg and then, finally, the Window To Between egg. Upon passing over the last, the emotional overload ceased and, though he could not understand why, he was grateful. A faint smile touched his lips as he traced the darker swirl at the base. This egg was..too odd for words. The longer he gave it and its siblings attention, the more he began to take not of the Bronze personality within, and the apprehension curling around his body. They wanted to hatch now, to get their job done. Though they knew not what that job was. How...peculiar.
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Post by Bacchante on Jul 29, 2009 1:56:35 GMT -5
”Varanth.” The one word shattered the shocked silence which Faltair had held since the egg landed on his lap. He stroked it now, carefully, and stared at the surface. “I respect you greatly, as I must, but I have to contradict you. My mind is not faceted, nor am I. You all merely see me that way. Everything I have ever done has been thought out and logical. I am only a child for so long, I thought, so why waste it with seriousness? I had hoped to have some more time before it ended, but it would seem your son has picked the time for me.” He caressed the egg, deep in thought. Think logically. End: I am allowed to keep the Onyx. Steps: Win over D’ron, win over Varanth and win over Weyr. Varanth seemed like he was okay so Fal could cross off that one. Now to do D’ron and the Weyr together.
“D’ron.” The next name broke open his silence again, and it was filled with a resect unheard of from Faltair. “You dislike and distrust me, as do many. You see me without honour or honesty. If you could, you would undoubtedly ensure that this had never happened.” Fal felt the small crack on the egg shell. The little creature had nearly freed itself early. He had to go to the hatching. “I offer to go with you and tell of every misdemeanour I have ever done which I either was not caught at or did not face punishment for. I will apologise to all affected and face appropriate punishment if that is your will.”
But still he did not move. He could not. To leave this egg? And yet… what if it was not for him. He had to let the others touch it as well, in case it was a fluke. He slid his hand under the egg and one on the other side. Ever so slowly he propped it back up. He leaned close to it and whispered so that if a dragon inside, or out, were listening closely they would hear him, “I won’t let you down. I swear it.” With that Faltair stood, one hand lingering briefly on the ebony shell as he did so. Then he stepped back, the loss felt keenly. “The others can try as well. I will await you Weyrleader.” He would go to no other eggs today. It was this, or naught.
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