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The Eggs

Silver Egg Blue Genith to Cai
At the forefront, just barely able to peek over Hyweth's tail as she encircles her clutch. It is the very smallest of the clutch, but unhealthy, it is not. It is perfectly formed, pale and a near metallic color. The texture of its shell is finely gritty, slightly soothing to the hand.. not that anyone would be touching those shells that evening. Because of how it is perched onto the sands, it is tipped quite precariously, looking as if it is about to flop onto its side at the lightest tap.

Frosted Egg Green Zimrith to Kaimi
Of two eggs that lay off to the right of the Silver Egg, the one at the frontmost of the two is the Frosted Egg. It sits tightly against its companion the Blazing Egg, as if trying to leech some of it's warmth into its own chilly, frostbitten exterior. Because of its light tip, propped up as it is, it points ever so slightly towards the Wicked Egg.

Blazing Egg Green
This small, yet vibrant egg is nestled ever so snugly against its opposite twin, the Frost Egg. Ripples of flame-like colors wash over the shell, with one palm-sized blotch of coal at its very core, acting like the heart of the fire. Burning hotter that cromcoal, this one is!

Pale Egg Bronze Rezonth to Dolmar
Counter-clockwise we go, drawing up to the far 2 o'clock position to bring attention one of the largest eggs in the clutch. It leans ever so slightly towards the Golden egg and her court, but is still decidedly apart. Almost completely obscuring the Bright Egg, it is a wash of white and gentle pinks, it is firmly planted into the sand, like a stolid figure with a purpose for being there.

Bright Egg Blue Adeth to Hesper
Even though it is small, and hidden behind the Pale egg, it manages to stand out, delightful and intricate mottling of yellows, whites and greens standing out as if to say hey, look at me! In fact, it tilts outward as if looking around the Pale Egg to peek at those attending.

Wicked Egg Green Taikirth of Becka
Of its circle of siblings, one particular egg seems to be a part of the group, yet slightly out of place. It stands between the Gold and Pale egg, but decidedly ahead of them to the near-middle of the clan. That is not the only way in which it stands out, the color is absolutely stunning. Dark, tendrils of color lace up its side, twisting and crossing amongst themselves like wild and foreboding limbs of a tree amongst a dark purple backdrop. The way the texture of this egg is so matte and svelte, the shell seems to reflect no light, only absorb it.

Scaled Egg
So we come to twelve o'clock, to the courtly three. First amongst them is an egg on the smaller side of medium, sitting before the Golden egg as if it were some stalwart protector, a guardian of the future queen. The lumpy, crown colored shell is an oddity to the eyes, reminding one of.. scales? Those don't come on dragons! Hah… Scales were more fitting to fish or tunnelsnakes, but this egg is nothing like such a slithery creature.

Golden Egg Gold Venaith to Paige
The Golden egg sits near the rear-center of the sands, closest to its mother and gently reclined against the aptly named Forest Egg. The Golden one's shell is of classic beauty, not as… intricately marked as some of its siblings both rather appears as a golden sunset would on a cloudless day.

Forest Egg Brown Vidarth to Mairin
The quiet companion of the Golden egg, Forest Egg is sleepily flopped over sideways for its royal sibling to lean against. This middle-small egg is half buried in the sand, making its tree-like markings all the more appropriate; it is as if it is growing straight from the sands.

Shooting Star Egg
We come to eleven o'clock and one of the more stunning eggs stands out proudly and loudly, impossible to ignore with its brilliant hues of pale blue, accentuated with bright-white where the light touches it. However, no matter how bright the light, the slight accent of several stripes following what looks to be a shooting star.

Ocean Egg Green
It is a tiny egg. Nonetheless it still sits proudly near the front of the clutch. The Rusted Egg is at its back, though of the two only the Ocean Egg is still sitting upright. Light at the top, it darkens at the base like the depths of the ocean. Gentle rays like that of light filtered through ocean water streak down into the depths.

Rusted Egg Green Swanith to Ritsa
This egg lays sideways and half buried, seemingly forgotten but for the Ocean Egg beside it. The plain butterscotch color encompasses most of the egg, save for a blemish of red that is crawling up its otherwise rather attractive hell. It is mostly hidden in the sand, but for those who remember touching this egg knows that it holds a gritty, rough texture that the rest of its shell does not.


Hidden Egg # 1 Brown Jaecath to Saenshu
Hidden Egg # 2 Blue Chasinth to Marinel
Hidden Egg # 3 Blue Reciproth to Naressa
Hidden Egg # 4 Blue Wyleth to Wen

OOC Notes
Everyone is welcome to roleplay here!
We will be posting with Weyrharper every THIRD post.
Please respect staff wishes!
Keep in mind that your candidate, depending on their actions during the hatching, may be mauled.

IC rules for Candidates
Robes required!
Obey the Candidatemaster!
Bow to the gold
Do not crowd, touch, approach, a hatchling that has not Impressed.

Jemi nearly bolted out of her seat, a startling difference then her tiny partner. Shards, hatching, hatching! And in this horrible weather, omg. She grinned, trusting Wen to catch up. He would, her partner would not miss there first hatching. Jemi left at a quick but not hurried pace. Robes! She couldn't wear what she was wearing to a hatching.

And she had nearly forgot they were white. Ehhh.. hopefully it didn't rain. She changed into the robe, fiddling with it. It was rather tight around her shoulders and what excuse of a waist she had. She sighed and made sure her sandals were on securely before heading out towards the sands. Jemi wished she could talk to Wen... but they would be on separate sides.

It was mid chew that the dark haired young man heard the humming, his eyes darting around somewhat in confusion as he noticed swarms of people shooting from their seats and walking towards the hatching grounds. Oh? Was it time?

Well, he did think it was about time he got this ordeal over with. He still wasn't even sure what that search dragon saw in him, or how his life had changed in the direction it had; there were many questions he was positive would never be answered. That was of little matter to him - he just wanted to go back to his usual routine.

After running through the rain in order to get his robes, he tossed them on loosely with his sandals before jogging briskly to the bowl. He didn't want to be late, or even more so - come across as irresponsible. He was serious, and he would be about being a candidate, but that was it - he saw himself leaving alone today, and he would quickly return to his old life.

Drenched to the bone, he bowed before Hyweth before placing himself with the other male candidates, occasionally wiping his dripping hair from his eyes.

Mairin hadn't actually been finished eating when the dragons had started to hum. While an excited energy had immediately begun to fill her it battled with her desire to finish her food. It didn't sit right with her to leave things on her plate half eaten and thus destined be tossed away. While she had never in her life been in danger of starving Mairin had known those who had come from homes where a meal was not guaranteed and who took the concept of wasting food seriously. Today though her responsibilities as a candidate outweighed her usual concerns, well mostly. Mairin grabbed her plate as she stood and took it with her as the young woman made her way back towards her quarters. She'd find time that evening to finish off the food and then return the dish.

It was something of a struggle to get herself changed into her robes and Mairin continued to fiddle with her cuffs and find stray bits of loose string as she walked towards the sands. All of her effort was for nothing though as the moment she stepped outside the rain began to soak into the cloth and it simply hung however it pleased on her. Walking was at least not that difficult for her. Wet sand was something she'd grown up running around on and it was far less slippery, even in sandals, than a slick or sleet covered ship's deck.

Mairin gave a quick bow to Hyweth and then scurried to stand beside her fellow female candidates.

It seemed she was just in time because the young woman had barely been able to settle herself before one of the eggs had seen fit to crack apart. Well partially anyways, enough for a little green head to peek out briefly before disappearing. Apparently this little dragonet didn't have a love for water, or at least not right this minute anyways.

Wet and soggy hatching for all. Jemi walked out, and bowed stiffly to Hyweth, no offense but she didn't like rain down her back. With her arms crossed over her rather flat chest she joined the girls, settling next to Paige. She sort of liked the girl, in a sisterly way.

She looked over at the boys, caught sight of Wen and relaxed a tad before looking over the eggs. Ahh, well, it looked like grump bucket would be the first to put in an appearance. And the poor thing wasn't anymore happy with the weather then she was.

Saenshu had barely spared a moment to glance at his fellow candidates before one of the eggs had begun to crack. Watching intently, he felt somewhat scammed that the little one didn't fully emerge; instead they were left wondering what was happening. Was this normal?

As he thought this, thunder crashed outside of the bowl and he paused. Oh. Well, he supposed that was fair. They were babies, after all. He had plenty of experience in that area, at least. Children were definitely fickle, but he did hope the little one would get the reassurance it needed to hatch, though.

The weather was atrocious so far as Aspith was concerned, difficult to fly in and noisy on top of that. Still, it had not stopped the recently graduated dragon from taking part in a tradition as old as Pern itself. The ever observant blue had found a place from which he could comfortably watch the going's on on the sands and on cue his voice joined in with his brethren as he began to hum. It was mildly disconcerting for Aspith, here was something he had no control over, something he felt compelled to do whether he truly wished to or not. Not that he bore a grudge against Hyweth or clutch, he simply preferred to have full control and understanding of his actions.

Down in the stands E'zen smiled softly, his eyes were on the action in the sands even though much of his mind was occupied by communicating with Aspith. It's going to be fine, I promise. Personally he was just glad that his beloved blue was more paranoid for himself than generally suspicious about the current goings on. It meant it was a mood most likely to pass without problems as soon as Aspith got distracted by something exciting.