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 Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:02 pm
Lorend did her best to track that gut feeling she had. Or maybe it was a head feeling? Either way it was a difficult task. The presence faded in and out. Making pinpointing the direction difficult at best. She got turned around, thinking for a moment that the egg was calling from behind her. Seeing her footprints in the sand stopped her. Those were hers right? She looked around at the other candidates moving among the eggs. It seemed some were targeting to specific eggs and some weren't.
Did they hear the same thing she did? Lorend shook her head to dislodge the thought. The eggs couldn't talk, but she couldn't deny that she was feeling something. Taking a deep breath the girl moved forward. Doing her best to zero in on the source. It was like playing a game of hot/cold. If she reached hot would she get a dragon of her own?
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:11 pm
Morbad was dubious. His first initial tiny touch had brought nothing from the egg. Maybe it hadn't intended to move. The sand could have slipped under the weight of the egg and caused what he'd seen. Not that he was saying it was fat or anything. Oh no, nothing like that. A bit more confidently the gemcrafter placed his palm flat on the egg. It was just a silly egg.
He wondered what the egg held. Was it a silly dragon? Fierce maybe? Everyone must be getting pretty excited and anxious for the Hatching now. So close to their goal. He noticed the curve of the shell. What did they do with it after the dragon hatched? It looked like it would be perfect for holding gemstones. Morbad would have to grab a piece if no one minded. Maybe he could polish the inside to a nice sheen. If not, that'd be ok too. He could put a cushion or a soft cloth to rest the gems on. Yes it'd certainly make a unique stand. He smiled.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 5:13 pm
"What in the..." The girl mumbled as she stopped just a step or two away from the egg she just touched. Blinking, she glanced backwards and stared at it for a moment. It felt as if the egg was tugging her back, making her glance around quickly before returning to the egg. Tas continued to stare at the shell for a moment before pressing her hand against it once more. Ah, yes. The egg had a bit of a possessive air about it, like it really didn't want to let her go. But she couldn't stay! Not for too much longer! She could end not being allowed to attend the actual Hatching. And...well, that would make her pretty depressed. She had to be at this Hatching, otherwise leaving the Starcraft Hall would've been for no reason.
"Sorry little one..I need to go and see your siblings." She murmured, stroking the tips of her fingers against the hardened surface before backing up just a bit. "I'm sure we'll see each other when you hatch, okay?" A grin appeared on her lips and she gave a quick nod and shifted around to quickly move to the next egg, not wanting to be seen lingering too long at just one.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 8:16 pm
As his hand made contact with the egg, a feeling of comfort rushed through Iaman's flesh and bones, making him tingle. He smiled, appreciating the egg's sympathy for his nervousness. Did it know who he really was? Somehow, he got the vague impression that it did. He stroked it lightly, feeling like he should move on, but somehow loathe to leave.
He bent forward and whispered a promise to return, if there was time, before he stood and brushed himself off. He stepped slowly among the other eggs, looking for another that might appeal to him. Moving closer to his brother, he crouched in front of another one and regarded it seriously for a moment, an almost childlike expression on his delicate face. He reached out and touched it, gently, but far less hesitantly, emboldened by the first egg's positive response.
Looking at his twin moving on to his second egg, Iarodan grew just a little bit annoyed. It seemed to be so easy for him, but the first egg he'd chosen decided to give him attitude! "Look, you," he muttered, "I'm not trying to make an enemy, here. I just wanted to say hi." He folded his arms and settled down, cross-legged, on the hot sand, and waited to see if the egg would do anything else.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 7:22 pm
The chosen egg seemed to want to move into Quindrife's touch. It was soooo glad she came to see it! Thoughts moved to and fro, as if it was making it's way through the girl's entire being, wanting to know all about her. Bubbly feelings made their way up the lanky girl's arms, the egg doing it's best to settle her nerves. Things would be just fine for Quindrife, it was sure of it. However, there seemed to be a hing of loneliness hidden within that bubbly greeting, as if it knew time spent with the girl would be short. ----------------------------------------- Of course it was powerful! This egg was the greatest of the clutch! ...Well, perhaps not as great as the gold egg..but it wasn't lacking far behind! Kelstar should be awed that this egg had called him over. He had spent so much time with other eggs and took forever to get to itself. Bits of anger made themselves into the boy's mind. Didn't he know that he should've come to it first! He should show the respect due to such a great and important being such as itself. ------------------------------------ Lorend was amusing, or at least, that's what one certain egg thought. A little to her left..just a little more..Ah-ha! The girl had found it! A bit of a giggly feeling washed over Lorend, as if the egg had been playing a game of hide and seek with her. She'd found it! Though the egg was a bit on the smaller side, it held itself upright as if attempting to make itself taller. Did Lorend want to play another game with it? --------------------------------- The egg underneath Morbad's palm did not move when he touched it first. In fact, it went silent as if debating on what to do with this boy. However, it made it's presence known quickly enough. A stand! For some shiny rocks?! As if! This egg had much more important things to do, thank you very much. Didn't Morbad know that? --------------------------------- Of course the egg knew all about Iaman! How else was it to familirize itself with the candidate? But it did not mind, even if it was a tad confused on the method the twin decided to use. Oh? Iaman had to go? ...Well if he must. A happy farewell was given as the candidate moved away. ---------------------------------- Well, if that was his plan, he should've come up more respectfully. The large egg continued to nag at Iarodan, but it's displeasure had faded, leaving behind an almost embarrassed feeling. Since this boy saw fit to seek it out, the egg would forgive hi, just this once. Instead, it set out to look him over, pointing out the soft muscles and the weak limbs. Oh dear. It seemed almost pitying of the boy's weakness.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 9:08 pm
"Of course, you are important, my friend, I am sorry I spent time away from you, It should not happen again. You will be my sun and my moon." He told the egg in a passionate undertone. He had been chosen and he had been called. So shall it be, he thought. Now to guess if you are bronze brown or blue. He wondered if a dragonet knew while it was in the egg. He pondered this for a while, patting the shell and attempting to soothe the irritated inhabitant. This egg was gonna be a handful. Kelstar grinned, showing many teeth. He couldn't wait for this. He continuously felt the enraged power of this egg role over him. He took his hand off the shell for a moment in an experiment and felt more like himself. Hmm this was a little disturbing. He placed his hand back on the shell and looked round, others seem to have been called by eggs. He hoped that they did well come the hatching. "Well my friend, for protocols sake I must move on, but know that you already hold my heart. You have chosen me and I will not let you down."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 9:49 pm
He wanted to touch it, but he wasn't sure if he should. Iarodan's brows furrowed as he regarded the egg seriously. It didn't seem upset anymore, but maybe... embarrassed? Feeling just a touch encouraged, he reached out and placed his palm carefully on the egg.
And was struck with a most remarkable feeling of inadequacy.
He pulled his hand away and crossed his arms again, trying not to look downcast. The first egg he touched, and it didn't seem to like him. It didn't even seem to think he was worth the shells of the last clutch, let alone worthy of having a dragon of his own. "I'm stronger than I look, you know..." He tried to speak with bravado, but it came out sounding like more of a hoarse whisper. How on earth could this single egg make him feel so deflated?
As he passed his twin, Iaman put one hand on his shoulder for a moment. Just for a second, he smiled at his brother, hoping he wouldn't feel too down. What in Faranth's name could be happening with that egg? In a matter of seconds, he'd watched Iarodan's face shift from excitement to irritation to pleasure to depression. Certainly, he was the twin more given to emotional extremes, but this seemed ridiculous, even for him.
Iaman settled down in front of yet another egg. He was closer, now, to the queen egg, but felt torn. Should he give his respect to it - it? her? - or should he avoid it? He was uncertain, in more than one sense. So he settled instead for an egg nearby, a rather nice looking one at that, and crouched down in front of it. "Hi there," he muttered softly, "how're you? Is it nice and comfy in there, or is it cramped up? I hope it's comfy."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 11:57 pm
As she walked, Lorend drifted left among the eggs. It was getting stonger and she headed directly toward a smallish egg. This was the one! It amused her that the dragonette inside could be mature enough to send thoughts like that. Lorend wasn't the only one amused. She could have sworn the egg giggled. Giggled. Girls giggled.
"A game? It'd be kinda hard for you to come find me right now. We can do that when you hatch. I'm sure we can come up with some great pranks to play on everyone."
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 12:06 am
Morbad felt his jaw hinge a little as he picked up the response from the egg. But a dragon shell stand would be so unique. It would draw in customers all over. It could be a reminder of its hatching day, a momento for it and its rider. He would be willing to do a second piece for its rider. A nice little stand from his or her dragon's shell to store small items in.
What could an egg possibly have to do? He thought at baffled. It was just sitting here hardening at the moment. Sure it would get free hatching day, but that was still some time off. Morbad was trying to get a grasp on the egg. His palm still pressed against the shell.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 8:49 am
Crouching down onto her right knee the lanky figured candidate girl couldn’t help but give a trademark lopsided grin, it had been so long since she had stood, so long since she had touched an egg she had nearly forgotten how wonderful it was to feel the emotions from the unborn dragonet press into her psyche. The mirth and bubbly disposition that poured from the egg caused the tall brunette to stroke at the shell with tender movements, for a few moments she lingered before she began to retract her hands it was then that she could feel the tiny bit of loneliness that was hidden carefully underneath the warm demeanor. Knitting her brow together the tomboy simply lowered her face to the hardening shell and pressed her lean cheek upon the egg.
‘Hey there, don’t be sad little one. You will see me again soon. Come Hatching day I will be standing proud and tall waiting for you to hatch. I might not be yours but I know yours is waiting for you somewhere on these Sands. Once you find that special person, you will never be alone again. Just keep that in mind. Don’t be sad. You are precious, you are an Ista dragon and you are loved by all.’ With that thought firmly pressed towards the dragonet Quindrife stood and straightened to her full height. Snubbing the side of her nose with the budding feeling of achievement swelling in her chest the lean built powerhouse found herself with her hands locked behind her neck and her feet carrying her towards yet another egg that was a good distance away. For a moment the brunette paused as she found herself once again staring towards the twins, Iarodan seemed to be completely and utterly upset where as Iaman was skirting around the gold dragon egg blatantly avoiding it.
A tiny sigh escaped her throat as she padded over on the heated sands to where the more charismatic bother rested, kneeling down to him she clamped a sizeable hand onto his shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. “Rodan, don’t let it get to you, buddy. Don’t linger--- no matter what you feel from an egg don’t linger over it. No matter what you tell it, it won’t change how it feels. It won’t give you a better chance at Impressing it either. Besides,” Quindrife gave his back a gentle pat and offered a sincere smile at him. “The longer you stay here and argue with an egg the longer you are avoiding touching an egg out here that could have yours in it. Don’t get discouraged over one dragonet. C’mon stand up and get a moving, buddy out of the two of us I don’t want you to get in trouble with the Candidatemaster. You deserve to Stand, don’t mess it up by staying too long at the eggs. Trust me the Candidatemaster eats babies and won’t hesitate to boot you off of the Sands if you cross him, mate.” Brushing her long messy bangs out of her eyes Quindrife stood up and strode over towards Iaman. Each footstep brought her closer to the gold egg, each footstep brought her closer to the tidily kept boy with dark hair and gorgeous eyes.
“You know,” Quindrife stated, her voice low and gruff as she approached her friend from behind. “You can just talk to them with your mind, they can hear your thoughts,” for just a brief moment the muscular figured girl paused almost debating on something fairly important before lowering her frame next to the dark-haired boy and whispered very softy into his ear. “You should go touch the Queen egg, it isn’t gonna bite you. Don’t worry so much about it Impressing to you, if it happens it happens and everyone in the Weyr will love you regardless of how you dress. You should go greet her, she is very important to our home,” the term our was stressed and enunciated as if she was extending the Weyr to the lad beside her. “She won’t Impress to me, I know that for a fact. Golds don’t Impress to homosex----u--als--- oh shards--- uh--- I gotta go!” She couldn’t run, she couldn’t run away from what she just said, oh shards what had she let slip out now? Gritting her teeth together Quindrife found herself fleeing towards the opposite side of the Hatching grounds and sought the comfort from her blunder by touching a tiny little thing of an egg that she towered over.
“What did I do…”
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 9:38 am
There was another hand on his shoulder. A much larger one, this time. His twin... everything about him that wasn't long was small and delicate, and this hand most definitely wasn't. He looked over his shoulder and smiled to see Quindrife there. "Yeah, you're probably right." He frowned at the egg for a moment longer before he stood and brushed himself off.
She turned and walked away, and he crouched down again, just long enough to whisper. "Whoever yours is, he's going to need wits the length of Nerat's tip to deal with you, isn't he?" He patted it gently. "See you at the hatching."
He turned, watching Quindrife speaking with his brother. It only lasted a moment, though, before Quin turned and fled to the other side of the clutch, focusing on a small egg there. He shook his head, chuckling quietly to himself, as he approached another egg, this one of medium size, and knelt before it. "So tell me," he spoke quietly, "are dragons as silly as people?"
Iaman watched Quindrife run off with something sparkling in his eye. "Well... I guess that means I'm safe, too." His voice was quiet, utterly so, he made no sound at all save for the barest whisper. After a long moment, he turned and walked toward the queen egg.
He knelt in front of it, admiring it for some time before he reached out and gently stroked the shell, an awed grin all over his face.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 9:51 am
Shaking her head, Tasryn tried to forget the possessive nature of that egg. She had almost given in and attempted to stay with it too! That could've been bad. Pausing for a moment, she cast her glance around the sands for a moment, taking note of where all the candidates were before shifting her attention back to the eggs. A few steps allowed her towards a smallish egg which she promptly knelt down to get closer to. "Hello there, little one." Wouldn't this egg be like it's sibling? Or would it be different? What kind of dragon lay within? Probably one of the smaller colors from the look of the shell. Amber eyes danced across the shell to take in it's appearance before fingers reached out to stroke the hardening shell. This was going to be the first official clutch that was hatched with the threat of Thread. Eyes widened slightly before she bit down on her lip. No, no. Those kinds of thoughts should be kept away, she didn't want to upset the little ones who rested inside. "I wonder what kind of dragon you'll be..." She mumbled to herself.
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