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Gifts for old Friends
Location: Telgar
Date Started: Jan 17, 2010
Jada has sent a message to her friend Folen to meet her in the kitchens. What he is not aware of is that she is going to be giving him one of the eggs from Allegretto's first clutch. She is hoping, based on the size, that the flit inside is a bronze for her friend, though it may be a very large brown. The gold is insecure about her human taking the egg, and protests loudly. Still, she doesn't chase the girl as she takes the egg away, instead returning to the rest of her clutch and hovering protectively. Jada hopes that the gold will not remain so protective, as she had plans for the rest of the clutch as well...

Later on, in the kitchens, Jada patiently waits for her friend. The former Harper apprentice comes running in, apologizing for being late- he has been taking care of the Weyrbrats all afternoon, and admits with some amusement that being a Candidate has cured him of the desire to ever father a child. Noticing the egg in her hands, he congratulates her, complimenting it. She teases the other Candidate with the fact that if he Impresses he will not need to worry about the nappie-changing portion of parenting. Delighted at his approval of the flit egg, she offers it out to him and tells him it is his!

The other Candidate is shocked and delighted at being offered the gift. He smiles and gingerly reaches out to accept the egg. The gift touches him, and he reaches out to take his friend into his arms, giving her a fierce one-armed hug. Jada hugs Folen back, delighted that he is so happy to be the recipient of an egg. She reminds Folen to keep it close and keep it warm, and then runs to deliver another of the eggs to her Bluerider friend, Tethis.

People are Morons
Location: Telgar
Date Started: Jan 19, 2010
In this roleplay the journeywoman beastmaster Eve has just finished teaching a class on how to control firelizards. She has a pounding headache, and is convinced that half of the people in Telgar Weyr are absolute dimglows who allow their firelizards to run rampant and breed willy-nilly. She has only two firelizards herself, Green Lin and Blue Farran, and feels that if the owners of the flits could only gain better control, it will make the firelizards useful instead of simply 'winged nuisances.' She has deemed the majority of the flits nearly wild. A few moments after she begind to relax, there is another knock on the door, and Jada peeks in. The Candidate has been stuck down in the kitchens for most of the day and completely missed the lesson that Eve was teaching. Instead, she had come on her own time to see if the woman would be willing to assist her in gaining a firmer hand over her own firelizards. Jada now has three, Gold Allegretto, Green Dolcissimo, and a lovely Blue, Scherzo.

Eve is highly annoyed that the girl dares to come after the class, but feels that it at least shows initiative. She orders the Candidate to sit down and takes a look at Alle, who has perched on her own desk and is looking at her inquisitively. Since there was no gold in her last class and this is her first opportunity to look at a Telgar gold flit, Eve grants Jada a moment of her time. Jada sits down obediently while the journeywoman checks the firelizard for rough patches or issues with her claws, taking note of her wingspan and general size. Only when she has completed her examination does she ask the Candidate what exactly she wants to learn.

Jada confesses she would like to have better discipline on her little fair, and Eve tells the girl that Jada will need to show her dominance over the gold. Just as the gold flit is Queen over other lizards, Jada is her Queen, and Allegretto should obey her. The first few attempts at communication are disasters, but Lin and Farran are well-trained, and help bridge the communication gap between Jada and her flits. Alle is the first to grasp the concept, and is able to pass it on to the others. After half a candlemark or so, Jada is able to have rudimentary control over her bond with the flits- feeling their needs and impressing her displeasure to chide the flits when necessary, and she sets an appointment to see the beastcrafter again in another sevenday.

Dung, Dung
Location: Telgar
Date Started: Jan 22, 2010
Jada is shoveling wherry dung, again, and really not having much fun. Her boots are tipped in the stuff, and she is looking at another whole candlemark before she will be set free to do anything! Wearily, the Candidate pulls off one of her gloves and wipes sweat from her forehead with a scrap of cloth from her back pocket. Scherzo, Allegretto and Dolcissimo are helping the girl to clean, Green and Gold lifting pieces of dung and vanishing Between. The Blue is watching avidly, learning how to perform the task. He is still freshly hatched, and his wings are not quite up to snuff.

Also outside in the sun is the Candidate Kylar. It is hot outside, and stinking of dung, and dragons could have taken care of this task with more ease than the Candidates who are working on this task. He has been watching the flits trying to help their girl at her work, and finds the small creatures to be amusing. Still, this task is one of the many that they keep Candidates for. The blonde watches the dragons practicing in the Wings above, and catches sight of one of his companions waving to one of the Blueriders, a female that he correctly identifies as Tethis of Blue Feylith.

Kylar takes a drink of his water and observes the other Candidate a moment longer. He notices that the female does not have any water of her own and saunters over to offer her a drink from his own skin. Jada is surprised by the offer, and most appreciative. She is burning in the sun, so the brief respite that a mouthful of water will grant is a boon. She takes a sip, and the two of them note that they have given each other intrigued glances- one for different reasons, perhaps, than the other. He comments on her flits being hard workers, and she smiles, thanking him for the water.

A Song! A Song!
Location: Telgar
Date Started: Feb 12, 2010
This RP is a Semi-Open RP and takes place prior to the Touching. In it, the Weyrsinger M'dor is sitting at his usual seat in the dining hall. Malkai has become Weyrwoman, and I'dan her Weyrleader. Ichoth has been worried that the golds would rise together, so it is a relief to the Green that they did not- and it is a relief to Hers that they are rid of both D'rak and the power-hungry Aesri. The Weyrsinger strums on his gitar, waiting on the promised company of Jada, to help him write a song for the new Weyrwoman and the new Senior Queen.

Jada is delighted with the fact that Kaveth has risen, and is racing towards the hall. She has been trying to find M'dor for some time, not even thinking about the most obvious location- plain sight! She is in her favorite blue dress, hair neat and face scrubbed. She wants to impress the Weyrsinger, after all, her affection for him strong. In her hands she has parchment and some coal to write with,m and her flute is being used to pin back her hair as is her habit. Outside the hall she rubs her palms on her skirt to get any dust off, and then darts inside to greet M'dor. Folen is not far behind her, coming to the dining hall to get a cup of klah and warm his hands. He sees the Weyrsinger and the other Candidate and approaches them, greeting them.

M'dor greets Jada warmly, appreciative of her company. He offers her a seat, making a joke about how he has spread the rumor that composing Harpers start throwing things, and assures her they will not be disturbed. As Folen approaches, he makes even more room, allowing another to slide in on the Composing. Jada hugs M'dor and asks about Ichoth, introduces her new flit to the man, and is delighted to see Folen, tugging the other Candidate down onto the bench next to her. She tells M'dor that Folen is an amazing flautist, and Folen flushes. Then they get into the meat of the composition, discussing the technical details of ensemble and potential lyrics.

Journal #10
The Touching that was going to be happening this afternoon may have possibly be just about the only good thing that was going to happen to her. She'd woken with a headache, and been assigned to help with the children. One of them had pulled too hard on her hair, and she'd yelled at them, and her poor attitude had gotten her sent to work in the midst of the foul wherry pen instead, mucking dung. It was disgusting. It smelled, and her eyes were pulsing in their sockets. Her temper had communicated itself to her firelizards, who had made themselves scarce when she wanted them, and poked their heads in when she was about to rip someone else's off. In and out, and pop and whine, and poo and stink, and dragons roaring.

The former Harper Apprentice had been halfway to a fine sulk when she had remembered the Touching. Nine lovely eggs on the sand, baking and sweating into... ugh. Eggs were gross inside. She could only imagine the inside of a Dragon egg, full of the same grimy, goopy mess. That, she reminded herself, was why no one opened a Dragon egg. The opened themselves, when they were baked. At least they were all beautiful, she reflected as she washed her hands and arms, trying to clean the grit from her skin. Maybe she could turn this negative into a positive, somehow? It would be more her style than dying of agony between her eyes. And more to her liking, too. Jada hated being in a foul temper, and this was a fine example of one if she had ever been one.

She stood, drying her hands on her tunic. There were spots on it, and she was not dressed to Impress. She might have been, if she had not been exiled to the poop pens. And she would not have been exiled had she kept control of her manners. Every action had consequences, Jada reminded herself as she trudged back into the Weyr. Some more difficult to deal with than others.

The Sands: Canadian Animal Clutch
Location: Telgar
Date Started: Feb 14, 2010
Dawn is approaching Telgar Weyr, and all is quiet. As the sun rises, light pouring over the Sands, Kaveth lifts her head and sends the message to the other dragons- her clutch is Hatching. Jada is woken by Allegretto, and knows that she has to hurry- the gold flit's impatience and anxiety is catching, and she is almost glowing with her excitement. Jada pulls her hair back in a tight braid and steels her nerves- will her lifemate be among the eggs? The Weyr explodes into activity, and J'ev collects his candidates, guiding the white-clad ducklings to the Sands and sorting them into traditional lines. He incorrectly sorts Yulu completely, and barely catches himself before doing the same with another.

The first of the eggs to wiggle is the Orange Stripe egg, which reveals a tiny Bronze. He is angry, and stomps stubbornly off, as if he knows exactly where he is going. Jada is frightened by the color in his eyes, a coward- and as the small dragonet forces his way thrtough the boys, the Blue Earth Egg (one of her favorites!) starts to crack. It reveals a handsome, happy little blue, who chases his brother and proceeds to barrel into some of the male candidates. Blue Skananth proceeds to Impress to her dear friend, Folen. The Grey Speckled Egg cracks and a foot flops out, then stills. So the Pink Charcoal Egg sways in its place, and a green head pokes out. (The Grey Speckled Egg stays still.) The Green, Betteth, Impresses to Iloraz, a male Candidate.

The Three Spots egg also holds a green, who bugled and fans her wings, announcing her arrival. The Green, Tatleth, races for the boys, choosing Kylar as Hers. The Spicy Red egg hatches into a handsome brown, larger than some others, and he moves straight for the small, angry bronze and bumps his head into him, eyes whirling orange with irritation. Unlike his brother, he is careful not to hurt the candidates. The bronze is smaller than the brown, yet he hisses and arches his spine, and the brown seems to back off-- yet the bronze turns and heads into the Stands, perhaps looking for His? The brown is not done, however, and jumps onto the Grey Speckled Egg, dragging the dragonet within out by the tail. The Green is prodded over to the boys, where she stops and flops down at Yulu's feet. Erath, the lazy green, Impresses to a hardworking girl. As for the angry little bronze? In the stands, Sethal finds himself the rider of the small, angry Pipith.

The New Grass egg begins to crack, with the Brown still unImpressed. The dragonet that emerged was Green- and not at all going to put up with her bossy Brown brother as he tried to urge her to move more quickly. The Green tries to take her time, but the Brown chases her to find Hers. As Vespereth darts between Cass' legs, she makes a face at her brother. Now there are only two eggs remaining, and the Brown Akerth moves for his own, Tarusen. Now, the Golden Stag Egg begins to move. All of Telgar holds their breath, eager to see the new Queen that will hatch.

The egg cracks and the hatchling steps forward. I'dan is on his feet instantly, and the Weyr is in an uproar in moments. The Terrible Trio shrieks with laughter, Kannaroth announcing her amusement to all around. For Telgar should look at their vaunted golden Queen- she is a Bronze. The dragon moves through the girls, touching each of them with his snout. Perhaps it is an apology? But finally the bronze moves to the boys, and Morgath chooses Valentine as His. In the uproar, the Streaked Sky Egg hatches a handsome Blue, who tries to sneak his way into the boys unseen. The Blue is nearly stepped on and hisses, irritated, backing away from the boys. He is terrified as the males close in a semi-circle around him, and leaps over their heads and moves instead for the Stands, leaping onto a woman and snapping at her chest. She screams, terrified; Jada almost screams with her. The blue is still running and leaping over the heads of boys and dragons, screeching in something akin to terror.

And then the Blue is racing away, again, and Ngaran hears Cavumuth say that he has them fooled, but not for long!