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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 1:28 pm
This RP is for all Wherhold candidates, transport to Benden has been arranged for those who live in Malvren! It is also open to any Wherhold rider who wants to come by and field questions the candidates might have and or share their experiences. It is set out in the old 'Weyrbowl' in the mid afternoon for Benden so it will be quite early in the day for those who have come over from Malvren.
Young people who have signed up to be dragon candidates will today have been called away from their varied work to attend a lesson/Q&A session with Councillor Savarah and volunteer riders.
Savarah is a well known face around the Wherholds, known to be keenly intelligent, ruthless at need, and skilled with a bow. Her friends also know that she has an excitable streak, and astute observers will have noticed her grin when she announced the results of the vote to Malvren! She is in her thirties and Impressed green Symphonth at Malvren Weyr in her mid teens. She is a fairly tall slim woman with coppery skin, long straight deep auburnish-brown hair, and rather striking olive green eyes. If you have any questions please feel free to PM me or to ask in the main shop thread.
This RP will remain open until the touching, you can assume your character was there the whole time if you join late.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 1:29 pm
As well as being a member of Keller's council Savarah or green Symphonth was in charge of organizing lessons for the Wherholds' dragon candidates though she hadn't before actually run one herself. Today however was different because today - well since two sevendays ago - they were to expect a clutch and since yesterday they knew the fate of any eggs that failed to hatch by themselves.
The willow copper-skinned woman eagerly awaited the arrival of her pupils and fellow riders out in Benden's 'bowl, rubbing gentle circles at a sore muscle in Symphonth's shoulder partially to soothe the ache and partially to keep herself from shifting about with restless energy. She was calm, composed, and totally dignified.
Heeeee!
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:12 pm
E'lov sipped at his klah as he leaned against Magith, waiting for the candidates to arrive. This would be his first chance to see who the potential riders were, to perhaps see if Magith could pick out those with potential, and to offer his answers to any questions that might be asked.
He wasn't sure how helpful his answers might be, he hadn't had the best of weyrlinghoods in any case, but he was possibly more approachable than many of the older riders, being only 19. Some of the candidates might even be his age, especially considering that this was the first clutch that the wherhold would have since the revolution.
It should be a healthy clutch, hopefully a decent size, and with luck, there wouldn't be too many of the atypicals. They had voted for them, yes, the wherhold as a whole, but also knew that many people had voted against them. That would be a decent enough compromise, one or two of the odd colors, and the rest normal. Not that there was anyway to influence that. It would just be how it was, and they would have to adjust.
E'lov yawned, still not quite awake. He was not a morning person, and he rather envied the blue who was napping behind him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 7:05 pm
Though she had abstained, agreeing to accept and abide by whatever decision was reached by the residents of the Wherholds, Anali was quietly pleased with the results of the voting. They needed all the dragons they could get, regardless of the resources consumed to raise them. The atypicals were also a source of no small amount of curiosity for her, as she and Banshidheth were from traditional Telgar. Though she wasn't likely to admit it to anyone, she was rather excited that she would get to crack open the unhatched eggs. She certainly didn't want to be cracking open very many of them, but one or two wouldn't be unwelcome. Three, maybe, depending on the size of the clutch.
They could only hope that it was a large one, and further prove their worth to the Wherholds. Anali patted the belly of her dragon, who lay relaxed but awake near the much smaller green and blue. She had positioned herself carefully, tucked in on herself rather than sprawled and lazy-looking, head resting on the ground to avoid any appearance of looming. Intimidation was not generally her goal, but being an exceptionally large dragon, even as golds went, meant that not being intimidating was sometimes difficult.
Banshidheth's eyes held a steady blue as they all waited for the candidates to arrive, for now offering only companionable silence.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 9:59 am
As the time of the lesson drew near Acriculeth swooped off his ledge and spiraled down towards the meeting place. He touched down lightly a polite distance from the other dragons, crossing the last couple of dragonlenghts on foot. he greeted in his usual smooth tones as he stooped to allow his rider to dismount.
A'nos did so with a flourish, a bright smile, and a salute to Savarah. "Good afternoon Councilor and comrades; I hope I find all of you well today!" The crimson firelizard draped around his neck raised her head slightly and peeped a polite greeting to the humans and dragons; yes hello everyone!
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 7:13 pm
Jameson was used to being around the largeness of the dragons. He grew up in the old weyr of Malvren. His unnamed parents were both dragonriders. He was used to the great beasts... But seeing the Queen and the other two, not to mention being shuffled here by them... It put him in a bit of an awestruck state.
He slipped away the moment his mount deposited him and watched the dragon launch itself back into the air to go and ferry another candidate. He could barely believe that he was here at Benden.This was where the revolution had started. He began to look around in a new light. This was the place where he hopefully would get a dragon of his own and despite the vote and his own cast. He was more of hoping for a strong dragon. One who could break the shell on his own. Or her own. Whatever.
He glanced around again and headed towards where it appeared they were supposed to be. Making sure to keep looking around. Wanting to know what was going on as much as possible.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 7:49 pm
Jaric filed into the meeting along with the rest of the Candidates from Benden. He tried to stick in the middle of a group of people he knew and avoid the notice of anyone he didn't. There were a bunch of unfamiliar riders here, which made him uncomfortable, but they all had dragons with them, so it wasn't so bad. He could just focus on the dragons, looking around between them so it didn't look like he was staring at any one of them. He looked at the queen most often. Even growing up in the weyr as he was, he didn't get to see a queen dragon too often, and almost never so close. She was big! And she would be having eggs soon, the first clutch he'd be able to stand at. He was really looking forward to that.
But as much as he liked looking at the dragons, he couldn't avoid the fact that there were people here, too. So, this was supposed to be a chance to talk to the riders about dragons? Jaric hoped he wouldn't be called to ask a question. He didn't mind listening to what other people had to say, but he had no idea what he would want to say himself. He could just sit and listen and look attentive, right?
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 2:50 pm
"Welcome, candidates, do come over!" Savarah called, beckoning to the first little gaggle. "We'll get started soon, anything anyone misses by being late is their own problem. Before we do start off though I'd like to know a little about each of you; your name, your background and... oh, anything else you care to mention I suppose."
As Savarah spoke her ghostly-green bondmate swept them all with cool blue eyes, showing no sign of approval or disapproval as yet.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 11:20 pm
She was looking forward to this and what was to come with great anticipation. Vosin hoped her siblings were as well. It was their first chance to Impress in forever. Ideally all of them would walk away with a dragon, but she knew that wasn't always the case. They would Stand and hope their dragon was in this clutch. That was some time in the future though. First the clutch had to be laid, then a wait.
The teen strolled confidently toward the meeting place. Her braid flopped over her left shoulder. She grinned broadly at the sight of the dragons and their riders already there. Someday it'd be her standing with a feisty dragon. She eyed the dragons lounging around appreciatively. Green, Blue, Bronze and Gold.
The bluerider didn't appear to be out of his teens even. She was surprised to see the pregnant queen there, but pleased as well. This was the mother of the clutch. Vos kept a discrete eye on the gold. She was fairly certain that she didn't want to Impress a gold if a gold egg was laid. Pretty but probably not her style.
An accomplished weyrbrat she'd heard all the advice before. So she took a chance to size up the other candidates. Not many were here yet. She looked over two boys who she wasn't sure was comfortable standing here. Then one of the riders called out to them. Name and stuff? Eh, hehehe she could do that. Boldly she stepped forward to separate herself from the others a bit.
"Vosin. Born and raised here in Benden. Mightta heard of my twin and me; we were the ones who tried to travel with the traders about a Turn ago." She gave a grin, inviting them to share in the joke if they knew it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 6:29 am
She jogged up sweaty, dusty, and still holding her spear just in time to hear the Councilor speak. Breathing hard and swiping sweat off her brow she shouldered her way through the small crowd, stepping to the fore along with Vosin. The young silver firelizard clinging onto her left shoulder looked around with interest and stretched his neck out to sniff at the people he passed.
"Name's Vee," Vee announced, resting the end of her spear on the ground and half leaning on it casually; the firelizard hopped off her shoulder and fluttered over to cling onto the wooden shaft a bit above her hand. Vee pretended not to notice. "I'm from the Wild Whers, joined in the fight at Malvren. Doing guard work now," she jerked her head at her spear, "just got back off patrol, didn't got time to change."
Having announced herself she took a few moments to assess the others who'd turned up, she hadn't been gathered together with them all for a while now - mass lessons were rare - so there were some new faces to take in.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 10:27 am
A tiny, and I mean tiny green dragon spiraled out of the sky, her body twisting with precision to land daintily beside the group of candidates and dragons with barely a kickup of dust. On her back were two young women, one of which gave a loud whoop and slapped the little green on the back before clambering down over her side.
The dragon, Emerath, trilled in response, Her eyes whirled bright with pleasure at the praise. Ja'kki, her rider, appreciated it less so, but restrained herself to a quick glare before she dismounted, walking at Emerath's side as the pair joined the other dragons gathered. There was no way Ja'kki was letting the big boys get to make the only impressions on this new batch of potential riders. She was there, as one of the Malvren Bolts, to represent one of the heights to which even greenriders could aspire to. She, and three other greenriders were part of a team of precision and stunt fliers recruited by Keller for during the revolution and recognized for their skills beyond just being a pretty novelty. Their dragons were fast, were accurate, were fearless (for the most part) and when called upon... deadly.
Emerath might have appeared as anything but as she trilled again, a bright and cheerful greeting to the other dragon's gathered.
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The younger woman they'd dropped off paid little attention to her ride as she joined the candidates gathered. Most appeared to be from Benden itself and she inwardly smirked. How would they feel about candidates from the other wherhold joining them on the sands? She heard the tail end of Vosin's introduction and Vee's following. Zen's eyes widened seeing the woman resting on a spear. She hadn't been around during the revolution itself, but she'd heard some stories in her time at Malvren. The Wild Whers featured here and there among others. She whistled. "And you're a dragon candidate? What do they think about that?" She was ballsy, at least that's what Zen got as a first impression. Going against the grain for what she wanted? Zen could get behind that.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 11:41 am
Shards, why did they insist the Candidates all introduce themselves? Jaric didn't know what to say about himself, especially in front of all these unfamiliar people. What if he said something wrong? Name was simple enough, but what else should he say. He listened, somewhat nervously, to what the first few Candidates had to say, noting what they said. When it came to his turn he said, "Um, I'm Jaric. I grew up in Benden. And um..." That was too short, what else? "And I like dragons," he blurted out. Wait, was that a bad idea, considering he was in a Wherhold? Or would it be OK because there were all dragons and riders here? He ducked his head and stopped talking, looking over to the next person in hopes that they would introduce themselves and move the focus off him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 2:15 pm
Vee turned to Zen as the other young woman addressed her and looked her up and down; tall, built for decent work, pretty enough face, not bad. Vee grinned at her. "We got archers, we got spearmen. Makes sense to have dragons as well as whers too. Anyway, I like the idea of flying." She'd only done it once, on the flight over here from Malvren, but the trip had made her stomach do complicated flips that she kind of wanted to feel more of Maybe she'd fly on something like that quick little green that had just landed, she was pretty and compact but looked tough too.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 6:28 pm
Jameson couldn't help laughing at the short statement that one of the boys made. He had been nervous for the moment to introduce himself, but he'll he couldn't sound any dumber than that.
He stepped forward so he could be seen and raised a hand to cover his eyes from the sun for a second, showing off his tattoo around his wrist. "My names Jameson, I'm one of the candidates from Malvren." He called out. He wasn't really sure what to say next but he couldn't help glancing at the queen. "I'm going to Stand and I WILL Impress." He said impulsively yet confidently.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:51 pm
Acriculeth, Banshidheth acknowledged amiably. The bronze had pleased her during her flight, but, much as with Magith, his color had put him at a disadvantage. For this, her first clutch for the Wherholds, a brown had been the wisest choice. There had been appearances and strategy to consider, not just passion and worth.
Anali inclined her head and offered the bronzerider a polite smile, though in address she echoed her dragon in brevity. "A'nos."
Candidates began to arrive, and Anali stood straighter, not stiff but attentive. She and Banshidheth both had to watch their appearances with care, move and speak and act just so, to counteract presumptions of arrogance or entitlement. There had been a few mutters lately, mostly as a result of the flight and most likely originating from disappointed or injured males, and while it wasn't much, it was worth being cautious until they quieted down again.
The gold behind her lifted her head when the little green Bolt appeared, only to dip it in greeting. Emerath.
Meanwhile, Anali's gaze flicked to the candidate who laughed at the boy who said he liked dragons. "You will Impress if you happen to be suited to a dragon who happens to hatch," she pointed out, matter-of-fact but not stern, "One who wants your boldness, but might temper whatever less attractive qualities you may possess...or exacerbate them. It is chance, more than anything. Or fate, if you prefer to call it that."
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