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 Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:19 pm
Caelan hummed, sparing a glance to the girls and then ignored them. Instead he looked at the Ovate egg, giving it a courtesy glance make sure it wasn't oozing or anything else disgusting and then turned to the slowly moving Tropical Egg. He was curious about what would hatch from the egg but not overly so. They hadn't clicked... not to say that he could have read the egg wrong, he had not expected both the eggs to be greens. He hummed softly, slowly blinking.
Ooh, the Tropical egg was a brown? He could just see a bit of hide. "That was a surprise."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:20 pm
Cai
Yep. Interesting and yet wholly boring at the same time. Cai had wondered about the murky green as she fought against the Ovate egg but after freeing herself she seemed to calm down.
Cai watched the Shiny green herd girls around as she re-wound bandages.
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Zofer
Zofer stepped back to allow the green better access to Emora. Looks like she might have found her partner! He laughed at her before his mood swung in the opposite direction.
Zofer glared down the line of candidates to the smart-mouthed wher of a woman who'd dared snark at him. "Hey!" He barked back, using his experience to make his voice carry. "Shove it up your fork wher-son. No wonder the green likes Emora better than you. If anyone's being disrespectful it's you."
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Zarike
Zarike shrugged but held a smile for Rodana anyways. "Yeah it is. I guess I'm more worried about the aftermath, especially if one of us Impresses." He pointed at the red and white egg that had been mentioned before.
"One of the Fort kids mentioned that one's angry. Felt it was worth warning us about."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:23 pm
"Argh!" Emora barked out as she tried to leap out of the way in time only to be caught and sideswiped sending the both of them falling heavily into the hand. Scrambling to get back to her feet clutching her side Emora attempted to back up glancing between the two dragons ready to dodge should one of them leap at her again.
They were going to impress, but to whom or which of the girls was unclear. What was the Shiny eggs game and was she willing to let Emora play?
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:23 pm
The sands were hot. Hotter than they had been that day of the touching. But such thoughts were pushed aside. Today was the day she just might Impress. That bubbling of excitement returned to her chest as she made her way across the sands to settle herself among the other candidates. Shards. Those eggs. One of them would be hers. One had to be. Taking a deep breath, the red-head tried to keep herself still. Jutting her chin out stubbornly, she kept her eyes on the eggs. The heat of the sands beneath her sandals could be easily forgotten. This moment would surely stay with her for life.
Was it strange that she wasn't as nervous as some were? Eying the other candidates who assembled around them, she didn't bother offering any sort of greetings or wishes of luck. She was beginning to focus on Impressing. No matter what color, she did not want to leave those sands until she had a dragon all her own. A bow to the golden Queen; manners and the fact she didn't want to get eaten. Shifting slightly in her stance, her mind wondered off to why that had to wear sandals during the hatching. But the movements of the eggs distracted her from such thoughts. She didn't even notice the queen hovering as everyone waited for an egg, any one, or several of them to hatch. And as the humming stopped, Aislyn's breath stopped for a moment as well. In anticipation. In excitement. A mixture of both most likely. Eyes were trained to the eggs until the sound of shells cracking drew her attention to both the shiny and murky egg. Aww, two greens! And they were adorable too, well aside from the smaller green and her howling. That was...an unpleasent sound.
The two of them didn't seem to pay her any mind though and she couldn't decide if that was good or bad. Well there were five more eggs, so there was still a chance. Oh, speaking of the other eggs it looked like the Tropical one was starting to hatch. And..was that a brown leg? This will be interesting.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:24 pm
Seeing the brown body part of the dragonet gives Jadros some pause- he hadn't been expecting that! He recalled he had disappointed the egg when he had touched it, though it seemed many had been met with a similar reaction when they had touched it. Conversation had seemed to indicate it, anyway.
Smiling still, he watched the dragon bumble out with its slow escape from its shell. Jadros was enjoying himself. Watching the dragons pop out was highly intriguing, and he could see they were mostly alright. The Ovate still he had him concerned, but he had to keep telling himself everything would work out.
All would be well.
He looked back to continue viewing the girls and the greens, still interested in the picking methods of the babies. One of them had called out some displeasure, and seeing it crash into one of the poor candidates had been a little bit of a shock.
Oh no, were the claws coming out?!
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:24 pm
The girl's heart was racing ever faster as the Tropical egg revealed a brown. How strange, but still. The unexpected wasn't so bad! Perhaps he'd find himself the perfect candidate. Now....Past the squabbling little greens and this newly emerged hatchling. Seikih's attention was firm. Unyielding. She had an intent. A reason to have her attention undivided. This was important...and her hope was high in her heart.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:28 pm
A brown from the Tropical Egg, was it? Well, Iliyana was certain he would find His here. There was no shortage of boys who might suit that fellow. As for herself, well.... with every moment that passed, her anxiety rose, but she was determined not to let it get to her. She would either Impress this day, or another day. There was no reason to get so worked up about this!
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:29 pm
Mari
Mari ignored the greens, focusing on the Tropical egg and the brown hide. Now a brown, that was a dragon she could get behind. There was a chance of power and prestige in riding a brown dragon. A chance at catching golds and really, she didn't care what gender her bedmates were. The greens had chosen and she had liked the Tropical egg. She hummed hopeful.
Skelly
A brown? Skelly tipped his head, blinking and looked between his siblings. Ehh... they wouldn't fight over the hatchling would they? Mari might get disappointed or Caelan and he sighed. Skelly shifted slightly, looking over the eggs and then back at the greens... who were fighting? Why were they fighting? Maybe they weren't fighting?
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:29 pm
Zofer
They had been warned not to interfere with the hatchlings, but that was his new friend! When Zofer looked back at Emora she'd been knocked down and two angry dragons were fighting over her. Zofer shot another glare at Quindrife, as if this was somehow her fault.
Other than that he hovered, if things got nasty he'd have to do something, warnings or not. He just didn't want to send the dragons between or prevent her from Impressing by acting too soon. Then again he didn't want to let her get killed by acting too late.
Later, Zofer may realize how close he was himself from being mauled. At the moment his only concern was for Emora.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:31 pm
Cai
Here we go! Cai took a jolting step forward as a girl was knocked down by a lunging green. A cautionary word from one of the Journeyman turned the disgruntled apprentice back to her spot. No she would have to wait for blood, and for an experienced healer to remove the candidate. Cai couldn't go any further onto the Sands than she already was.
Cai glowered. Just get it over with!
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:32 pm
Tacelon watched as two greens hatched, then made straight for the girls. They were not for him, naturally. The greens seemed to have trouble choosing though, and apparently squabbling over who was theirs. There might even be a fight over it, and he hoped that blood or ichor wasn't spilled over the matter.
While the greens did their thing, the Tropical Egg started to hatch. He watched as a brown began to emerge, apparently taking his time about it. He watched the dragonet who had seemed to want something, wondering if he would find it today.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:41 pm
In her scramble to right herself, and turn back to fight with her sister some more, the small green tries to use Emora as a base, digging into whatever flesh she can find in order to pull herself onto her feet, only to have her own wings get in her way, snagging on the edge of Emora's robe. This is just not a good day for the hatchling so far, but she is not showing any signs of wanting to go between. She's just frustrated and howling again.
The Tropical Egg's blue occupant has managed to thrust his entire head and one forelimb out of the egg and is exerting himself mightily to get the rest of his body out. Maybe. Or maybe he's just going to drag the egg around behind him, since after he gets his second foreleg onto the sand he seems to stop trying to break any further free and instead is pulling himself intently toward the...food that's been prepared for the hatchlings after they Impress. At least his little legs are pretty sturdy and seem up to the task.
Meanwhile the light green dragonet who tripped her sister with another egg is watching Emora struggle with some consternation. Then, without looking away she says magnanimously, I, Wealth, have found the best in Auri. You may have the other one. She is almost as good.
And there and then is the clutch's first Impression as green Wealth bonds with Auri.
Not so interested in the Impressions, a senior healer looks to Cai and nods, indicating that they should check Emora over now, before anything else happens to her and before the dragon damages her wings. "Come on. And remember, don't touch the dragonet if you can help it."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:41 pm
Her hand twitched at her side as Zofer’s voice caught in her ears, she wasn’t the one being rude it was all him. Emora was a nice person and if she impressed then Quindrife would be ecstatic for her, who was he to try and tell her what she was worth. “After the hatching, you and me.” She gruffly threatened then staggered forward to keep from rushing in to where Emora was standing. The two greens were seemingly about to go at it, she knew her place though, she had to remain neutral when it came to interfering with what the hatchlings chose to do.
She was going to beat Zofer’s face into a bloody pulp after the ceremony was finished and that thought was enough to get her through to the end of the event, he needed to be taught a lesson and she was willing to be the one to be his teacher especially after catching his hateful glare. Pushing her fingers through her messy bangs Quindrife spied out of the corner of her eye the movement of something brown. Had another egg hatched? Damn that Zofer for distracting her! Yes, there was another hatchling working at his shell.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:45 pm
While Jadros was concerned for his fellow candidate, he knew there were well-trained healers to make sure she wasn't wounded too terribly. Or, if she was, they were there to ensure she would be treated for her injuries to the best of their abilities.
Anyway, he couldn't help but notice just how amusing the brown dragonet was, ignoring the lot of them and making for the food like a champ. Even that egg didn't seem enough to stop him. He wondered if meat had ever impressed a dragon before.
It would be a very interesting, and ultimately very smelly dragonrider as time went on.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:47 pm
Emora gasped as red colored her robes as the dragonet's claws dug into her side tearing ribbons of flesh from the candidate. As quick as she could manage Emora began to back up and fast. She had absolutely no intentions of sticking around with the other little green and was bleeding badly.
Why couldn't the other green just have been happy finding the one that suited her? Why couldn't she go for what she actually wanted instead of making this whole mess. Getting to her feet Emora tried to struggle towards the edge of the sand clutching her side as her vision swam.
"Shards and shells~" She swore. She'd tried to move fast enough she really had. She was fast, but thrice between she'd not been fast enough. Above in the sands Vanity and Valor screamed flickering between and circling high over the hatching sands their terror clear even as their owner tried to force herself closer to the healers.
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