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 Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:12 am
A Junior Queen... He shifted soundlessly, fingers twitching like he wasn't quite sure what to do with them. "What's the difference? Like herdbeasts, eh? Not the 'dominant' female here?" That was the only thing he could come up with, musing. Yes, he'd heard there'd been a clutch before this one--though he'd have never assumed flight lengths resulted in how many eggs there would be. "Shards, no wonder people thing I'm a dimglow when it comes to these things." He chuckled to himself, watching as his cousin reached out to gently caress the shell of the egg he himself had been admiring only moments ago. What an honor it'd be of either of them Impressed....
"Were you?" he said absently, an appraising, amused glance offered to the other. "Bet that was a sight. Heard they even glow, sometimes..." Jiriar trailed off as he picked out a familiar, dark-haired face. Kiriwar. He'd have called out, but he didn't want to disturb the Queen, nor interrupt anyone. They'd all been nice and quiet when he'd slobbered over the eggs, hadn't he? It was the least he could do to have the same courtesy.
Stretching a little to relieve the tension that had built up in his shoulders, the man approached once more to allow his fingers to ghost over another shell, again marveling at the variation in color and size. So many dragons from just one mother--it was impressive. "Never thought there'd be so many colors to 'em." He'd mutter for Jessan's ears before he thoughtfully stepped away.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:19 am
Once again Riyinn filed with the other Candidates into the grounds, the queen was of course the most stand out her eyes turned as she watched each child. She bowed lower then probably needed but had no will to insult her.
She focused on the group for a moment, Even more then there was the last time, she sighed there was something about groups this big that worried her, so little control, other then the jaws of the gold keeping all those inline.
She wandered around the crowd for many moments before stopping in front of a egg it was almost off to the side hidden. She ran her hand over the egg its shell a gray but littered with spots. "i know how you feel" she looked around at the groups then gave the egg a final rub before moving on.
She slowly passed by eggs of all colors before resting near the edge.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 9:15 am
~*Catch a dream and turn it to an idea...
Kellar soon switched his attention from the wonderous eggs to the fellow Candidates once more. His now curious eyes followed all the different people who were participating in touching the eggs. Some, like him, were more interested in the eggs than socialising, talking only to the dragonets that were coiled up within the warm shells. Others were talking quielty to friends, relatives, or aquaintances. He partly wanted to try and strike up a conversation, but the majority of him just wanted to continue admiring the Queens and their beautiful eggs, which he had now managed to touch a majority of.
Though he was sure he was more likely to Impress a green or a blue than a brown or a bronze, he made an attempt at all the different shades, assuming the dragonets inside would match the shells. He didn't even try his luck with the Queen egg, knowing that they went to females, and he certainly was no woman. That certainly would be a sight to see... To keep the mental image of a more womanly version of himself on a Queen from popping into his mind, he drew his attention back to the egg he had grown to favor.
He had seen other Candidates approach and touch it with the same admiration he seemed to hold for it. He hoped and wished he would be the one to Impress the dragonet within, but he knew if he set his hopes too high, he'd be crushed if it didn't come true, so he sighed and decided to turn his attention to the other egg near it. The blue and orange, despite how must people think would clash, worked very well together as complementary colors.
It certainly seemed to upstage his favorite in terms of color. How he manged to notice the more plain egg first was beyond him. Maybe there had been someone blocking his view. He then walked over to it, realising he had yet to touch its shell. He gently ran his hand over its smooth, warm surface, following the the colors with his curious, brown eyes. I wonder what causes such colorful displays in certain clutches... He soon pulled away from the egg and moved a lock of his hair that had managed to fall into his face.
... Now take that dream and write a story!*~
~*The Spellbound Dreamer*~[deviantART gallery]
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 11:53 am
A few moments of moving through the gatherings of candidates Sonya breathed a sigh of relief as she approched another egg, this time with a few less candidates hovering around. The egg itself was tan, brown and gold set of with black blending beautifully with the sands but its pattern made it look almost like a piece of art. Even while Sonya waited her turn, she could not help to admire it. Although there was the possibility that the dragonet inside would not match its shell at all, she hoped that prehaps this one did. Even if she would impress a dragon of her own, it was always a pleasure to see the young dragons around the weyr. Assuming that she had a few more years here at the least, maybe she could get a glimpse of a dragon that looked just as beautiful as the shell it came from.
At last her turn came, a keen candidate shuffling off either to another egg or converse with the others. This time she didn't bother to hold back her excitement. It was pointless trying to hide your feelings from the dragons, they had a hard enough job already trying to pair with a human. She place both hands on the egg keeping them still, appart from the occansional twitch of hand as she tried not to do anything 'stupid'. Sonya smiled natrually, the second dragon egg in lifetime that she had touched. She tried in some way to pass her joy onto the little dragon inside, as well as her hope before moving on.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 3:27 pm
There were two more eggs that he wanted to examine, and Sovann intended to get to them before he left the Hatching sands. Nothing in particular had kept him back before. He had no personal preference between the eggs, not really. How could he know what minds lay slumbering beneath those shells, after all? It was not the color of a dragon that mattered to him, but the dragon itself. He had once had it explained to him that every dragon had a candidate who was meant for him or her, and a dragon would not settle for any other person. If a dragon could not find the right candidate, he or she would go between. It was that thought that sent him forward to touch the tan egg with the dark, earthy tones, and that hint of blue to it. He placed his hand along it, caressing the shell.
He managed a grin, shaking his head to clear it of those ridiculous ambitions. If he Impressed a dragon, it would be on that dragon's terms, and not because he lingered over any particular egg. The dragonets inside would have plenty of choice. There were so many candidates on the grounds that it was just arrogant to believe that he could somehow hedge his bets. After all, it wasn't any old dragon that he was trying for. It was his dragon, the one who was meant to be paired with him. If that dragon was never born, so be it. He knew that no other dragon would Look to him. Of course, that meant that if any of the candidates here Impressed, they had found their dragon. Or rather, their dragon had found them. ... He was babbling.
It must've been the excitement. He withdrew his hand, realizing that he'd been daydreaming and still touching the same egg. "Sorry little fellow, didn't mean to monopolize your time," he murmured under his breath, and got to his feet. He wasn't nearly as polite with the other candidates or other youngsters in general as he had been to the unhatched dragonet, but then again, you never were rude to a dragon! Even one still in the egg. There. He ambled toward the last egg that had caught his eye, and he knelt by it. It was grey all over, with not a bit of brown, blue, green, or bronze to it. Actually, it was kind of eyecatching, wasn't it? It seemed to be covered in spots, sort of like those big cats that had been found in Southern from time to time.
He reached down to touch it, once again marveling at the texture of the shell. It really did amaze him how durable the stuff that the shell was made of was. Not like a wherry's egg, or even a tunnelsnake's. He'd seen those before, and even touched them. They were kind of, hmm, leathery too, but they were a lot more squishy. Nothing like the dragon eggs, not really. A firelizard's eggs were probably a lot more like this, but he'd never touched one before to know for certain. Giving the egg a final pat, he got to his feet, and wandered back the way he had come, to stand with the other candidates who were waiting for the Candidatemaster to call them to order. Before he had reached them, though, he bowed to the queens again, deciding that it was just as well to do so after handling the eggs.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 5:38 pm
Given Rhian's usual light, wake-at-the-drop-of-a-feather tendencies, the girl hadn't roused herself out of bed anywhere near as timely as one might have expected. No, she had been dreaming. A laughably mundane dream, in retrospect, not at all suited to the anxiety building in the world beyond her. The Candidatemaster's gruff tone, so reminiscent of home, had belonged to her father in her rest-conjured land of makebelieve. He always had nagged about her sleeping in too late; never mind she often rose before the sun. She'd get up when she felt like it, and not before.
Rhian had rolled over, tugging at her sleep furs, like always. And, like always, her flitt had scolded her indignantly, chattering incomprehensibly, exuding feelings of discontent. She swatted halfheartedly at the little green, mumbling something. Harmony, far more real than the dream-flitter the girl had reacted to, mumbled right back, but took things a step further and exiled herself to the trunk at the foot of the bed. Rhian stirred only briefly, her subconsciousness settling gratefully into new found peace, for all the time it would last.
It didn't last long at all. But then, growing up with four little brothers and two overbearing parents does tend to give one an exceptional tolerance for lack of quiet. Rhian, at least, is particularly adept at ignoring it, and obliged her stubborn desire to sleep by applying her skill to the bustle in her dreams. Brothers, she thought, sleepily disdainful. She pulled her furs up a little further.
It wasn't until the commotion began to ebb, and Harmony began projecting increasingly unhappy thoughts she became aware of the barracks. The next thing she became aware of was the stream of girls flowing out into the hall. Rhian sat up, rubbing at a bleary eye, and tried to recall if she was supposed to know what all the fuss was about. Then she remembered the call to wake up; the one she had thought was her father. And then, from the depths of her half-waking mind, she dug up the rest.
The Touching!
Never in her life has she gotten up so quickly. Tossing aside the furs she had been clinging to, Rhian threw herself out of bed in an instant. Harmony, failing to appreciate the prospect of being thrown aside just as hastily, rushed to uproot herself from her trunk-top perch. She might have felt the girl's 'I will not be late!' mental mantra. Whatever the case, she instead made a nuisance of herself by trying to find purchase on Rhian's shoulder, who waved the flitter away while trying to send reassuring thoughts and hurriedly exchange her sleeping gown for a tunic at the same time. She found it wasn't quite as easy as it sounds.
In fact, nothing about getting ready went as easily as it sounds, despite its simple familiarity. She never would have guessed so little time and so much tension could have made something so basic so difficult. But, a few half stumbles, a pair of light, absently tugged-on trousers, and two haphazardly tied boots later, she managed a state of dress quite near being presentable. Granted, she hadn't bothered to properly comb her hair, but Rhian seriously doubted the dragonets would mind, and frankly nobody else mattered.
Convincing Harmony her being left alone was anything but an affront on her personally, however, was another matter entirely ─ one to which Rhian was not, and is not entirely accustomed. She hopes she never has to grow accustomed; anxious calamity isn't at all suited to her sweet, loving little green. Even if, at the time, her taloned clinging seemed somehow less loving. Rhian couldn't rightly blame her; after all, they'd spent scarcely a moment apart since her hatching, and the fire lizard didn't understand why now should be any different. They'll have to work on that… Later.
Now, she has a Touching to attend! Though she's not so absorbed by her nerves she doesn't have the mind to appreciate she had not, in fact, arrived ridiculously late. Sure, she's breathing a little more heavily than usual ─ she did sprint all the way down the corridor ─ but she's here, and timely enough to evade the Candidatemaster's ire. That's more than she could have hoped for when her feet first hit the cold floor.
Quietly, she moves onto the Sands abreast a small cluster of girls, who greet the Queen and drift in different directions. She finds herself left to her own devices, looking on this massive gold, entranced almost to the point of shameful senselessness. She must be almost twice as big as the green Rhian flew here on, and she's beautiful. The girl's never seen anything quite like her. Had she not remembered herself, she probably would have stared. But she did, if a little later than she'd care to realize. Rhian covers her awkwardness with a curtsy suitable to her admiration, and a respectful bow of her head. When the gesture receives no reaction meant to instill her with terror, she manages to peel her eyes away, and then lets them drift over those she actually came for ─ the eggs.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 5:52 pm
As he circled around, Veyes realized that he was almost back were he started. There had been several eggs to touch but he really hadn't much time to devote to any single one before having to move on to let others in. The whole process seemed like trying to lead a herd of uncooperative beasts and he wasn't envious of the Candidate Master who waited for everyone to filter through or the Rider who stood by her large Queen. Although he could respect their work and was thankful that the Queen had remained fairly calm considering how many Candidates were under her feet in the middle of her clutch. He doubted he would have been able to maintain the composure that this Queen and Rider had if he were in there shoes. Just thinking about it made him quite happy to be a boy; he'd never be in that situation.
While his eyes drifted across the cavern, he noticed some Candidates were already filtering toward the Candidate Master who waited at the edge of the sands and others, who were just beginning to take their turns with the eggs; among those individuals there were a few he recognized as he - Hanya, a girl he had met during chores at the stables and Firyal, who he had met when he had tried to find a hiding place to savor a berry tart. He smirked when he thought about Firyal's pudgy fire lizard and wondered how that little guy was getting along. Probably trying to snatch someone's breakfast while Firyal was away no doubt. It was definitely an amusing thought that brought a small smirk to his lips. One day, he might consider getting a flit of his own but he figured he'd wait until after he impressed or was too old because flits were quite a handful.
After watching others for a few moments, Veyes almost thought he was finished with touching but he took one more look to be certain. His eyes inspected the cavern counting the shells then stopped on an egg that he knew he hadn't touched. This was the last egg he would be seeing today before he saw them all again at the Hatching. Fortunately, the wait wasn’t nearly as long as the last few; so soon he settled in close to the egg. His stormy blue eyes stared at the deep colored shell as he slowly placed his palms on its warm surface. His mind wandered again filling with a spectacular view of the night sky that appeared to envelop this egg in its midnight blue mystery.
Only the glows with in the cavern offered glimpses of tiny twinkling, distant stars that occasionally played upon the surface of the shell. In dreams he had sought out exotic places and told his mother vivid stories of worlds he had traveled; strange and wonderful worlds filled with creatures that could only be described by tacking one animal to another...or a human to an animal. Even different colored dragons played in the skies above these lands....worlds without threat of thread and covered with vegetation. He wondered if a dragon could fly that far but he didn't know enough about Space to even fathom an answer. Maybe wanting to reach that high and go that far would have to be a dream saved for later.
While one egg so recently touched caused him to reminisce about the past, this one settled on the opposite - the future. Upon that midnight blue shell, he dreamt of flying high against the dark horizon caressing the neck ridges of his most treasured companion; using the stars as their compass for the voyage ahead. It was a dream of possibilities; of no doors barred. Was that what the world could be like when your soul was completed by another? Maybe he hadn't experienced this glorious dream in reality but he had seen that look in L'thor's eyes when he spoke of Raith. He knew that the future was filled with opportunities if only he could grasp them.
His heart promised a future unlike any other; but it was hard to say what that future might be. So many choices - Which direction should I take? he offered from his inner self. Will we find that future together? There's so many places that haven't been discovered. Could we seek them out together? What dreams do you have...in that egg? Where do you want to go? I'm not afraid of the future...just a little afraid of going it alone for too long.
The unknown future...a dilemma of everyone in this room including the eggs. But he already learned that when other doors closed new ones opened so somehow he'd always move forward no matter how difficult things became. Not to say he was brave, he was just optimistic. The future had to be better than the past he had survived - Now he at least had choices and that was what made these final thoughts so important. As the seconds ticked by, he gently lifted his palms from the midnight blue egg feeling a brief moment of tranquility; the touching had been a positive experience for him in the end. Getting up from the sands, he strode towards the Candidate Master, who waited just at the edge of the cavern - No matter what happened here, win or lose....there was always tomorrow.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 5:52 pm
Lehpas moved quickly with the group towards the eggs on the warm sands. He paused before the queen, bowing deeply and sending loving thoughts to her. He’d been in such a daze during the last Touching. He was sure that was why he hadn’t impressed at the Hatching. His mind had been too befuddled for a dragonet to feel his thoughts. He would do better this time, he thought. He needed to become a dragon rider to make his mother proud of him.
He gazed at the multitude of eggs laying in the sands. The rising heat created illusions, almost as if there was water rippling. The closer he walked though, the water disappeared. Getting a little closer to the eggs, a lighter shade of green caught his eye. A jade green egg (Lunare Wrasse Egg) with pink stripes piqued his interest. Stepping up to the egg, he touched the pink stripes. The pale green shell reminded him of his sister’s gather frock. A mint green cotton dress with pink ribbons smocked into the bodice. Lehpas smiled and lovingly caressed the egg, thinking of home and how he missed his family.
Brushed by other candidates milling around, Lehpas broke out of his reverie and looked around. He knew he couldn’t monopolize any egg so he reluctantly stepped back from the pretty egg. He wandered among the eggs, marveling at their colors, and indeed marveling at the fact he, Lehpas was standing on the hatching grounds in the middle of an egg clutch. At the previous Touching, he’d felt so overwhelmed at being in the presence of the gold queen he’d been too stunned to do much of anything. Now with the second clutch of eggs coming to close to hatching, he’d had time to adjust to seeing dragons every day.
Turning around, he spied an egg (Mandarin Dragonet Egg) that was almost harper blue. The egg seem to invite touching since there many candidates hovering around the egg. He tentatively reached a hand past a candidate to touch the shell where the bright blue was speckled with yellow. Lehpas half expected to get a jolt from the egg, like when there was a lightning storm and his hair stood on end. No jolt came, but the warmth of the sand and the warm bodies pressing around him made him feel almost dizzy. He didn’t feel faint, just a little heady, like too much wine. Stepping back, he watched the boys moving around the blue egg. The color of an egg didn’t always signify the color of the dragonet inside, but he was sure the boys clustered around the egg thought it was a blue dragon inside. Lehpas averted his eyes when a couple of the boys looked his way. They made him feel self-conscious and he didn’t understand why. Oh, he wished his sisters were here to talk to.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 6:22 pm
Walking slightly faster than the rest of the group, Dynara was in the forefront of the group of candidates when they reached the eggs. She looked over the eggs, wondering if there was a hatchling inside one of them that would be looking for her come Hatching day. Dynara wondered how much longer they’d allow her to attend Hatchings. She was reaching the age limit and it was beginning to appear that the dragons didn’t want her. She knew candidates didn’t have to leave the Weyr if they didn’t impress, but Dynara hadn’t planned on working in the stock rooms for the rest of her life. Maybe if it led to the position of Head Woman, it might be worth pursuing. Dynara shook her head. Now was not the time to worry about that. Concentrate on the matter at hand, she told herself.
Pausing in front of the queen dragon, Dynara bowed. Straightening back up, she gazed at the beautiful golden hide. Dynara mused, now if there was a queen egg among them, that would be the job for her. She could run this Weyr, she thought to herself matter-of-factly. Glancing over the myriad of colors in the eggs that the queen had laid, none had been singled as a queen. The heat from the sands were already making her feel sticky in her clothes. She’d been dressed for comfort in the coolness of the storage caves when she’d gotten the summons. She’d hoped she'd be able to stay as long as everyone else without being overwhelmed by the heat.
She wandered among the eggs, watching the candidates to see if they were doing anything different than what she’d tried before. She let her hand softly touch each egg as she walked by. Among so many eggs could there be.. at least one dragonet.. that would want her this time, she thought wistfully. Dynara paused next to a medium sized egg, her hand resting lightly on it. She pushed away the thoughts of not being chosen. They reminded her too much of the situation at home. A place where, even though she’d been raised as an equal with her brothers, but she would never have been chosen to succeed her father in leading the family business.
“Stop it!” she hissed to herself, trying to break herself out of this melancholy train of thought. Glancing around her to see if anyone had heard her, she saw a few eyes divert as she looked their way. Putting both hands on the tan egg (Picasso Triggerfish Egg), “I’m sorry,” she apologized softly to it. “Don’t listen to my thoughts. Grow up to be a happy, carefree dragon.” Dynara closed her eyes and thought about the times that made her happy. She pictured an early morning, walking through the citrus grove, pulling an orange fruit from a tree, peeling off the skin and tasting it’s tangy sweetness at the prime of it’s ripeness.
Voices brought Dynara back to the present. The warmth of the sands made it too easy to get caught up in a dream of what could be. She moved back and made room for others that wanted to touch the tan and brown egg. Looking around, she hoped she could feel an egg ‘call’ to her. She didn’t sense anything beckoning her, but she did find an egg (Leopard Shark Egg) that seemed to be hiding among it’s clutch mates. Dynara walked a circle around the light grey egg before she touched the dark ovals scattered over the top of it. With quick glances to either side of her, Dynara checked to see if anyone was looking her way. She was 20 turns now and didn’t want to appear silly like one of the young teens wandering about. Assured that no one was watching her, she laid an ear to the shell to listen. The egg was warm against her ear, almost too warm. She thought she heard gurgling, but she could perceive no thoughts emanating from within. Sighing, she squatted down by the egg, her fingertips following the ovals that dwindled down the side of the egg. How do you choose?, she wondered silently at the egg. How do you pick between us?
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:07 pm
Aydin was a bit slower to wake than his twin, grumbling at the loud voice, and then the way Kadri pushed at his shoulder. But the following things he heard soon had the young man sitting bold upright in bed. "The Touching! Now?!"
Oh crap, they'd be late! Muttering low curses as he struggled into clothing, Aydin barely had the presence of mind to cajole his own firelizard, Rynin, to follow Kadri's away somewhere else.
Chirping a bit indignantly, the little green obeyed, blinking away between just as Aydin finished getting clothes on and darted out the door after his twin.
Once to the Hatching grounds, he paused... stepping slowly onto the hot sands with a slightly wince. They really were hot weren't they...? Moving slowly into the room, he smiled a bit nervously at the others standing around and then turned to bow to the two Queens - remembering that much from things they'd been told before.
Around him, other candidates bowed to the Queens as well, more than a few moving toward the waiting eggs to put fingers on the shells - some speaking, most staying silent but staring at the eggs as if they wanted to talk all the same.
Fidgeting just a bit, Aydin tried to decide which of the eggs to approach...
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:20 pm
Having been to many Touchings and Hatchings by this point, Nessa knew that with the sheer number of candidates in the Weyr right now, it wouldn't hurt to show up at the Hatching grounds just a little bit later.
Not that her reasoning had anything to do with wanting to be lazy (she wasn't usually) or make herself look nicer (since she didn't much care about that). No... she'd just rather not get caught in the first rush and bustle of so many people running down the halls.
So she took a little extra time getting dressed before leaving her room, and heading down through the hallways - smiling faintly at younger candidates that rushed by her, some of them with hair still sticking up all over the place.
When she got to the Hatching ground though, the smile faded and Nessa's expression became more serious. Walking out onto the sands, she kept her distance from the knot of younger candidates, walking out mostly by herself toward the eggs and Queen. "Hello again," she murmured as she bowed toward the Queen, voice low and not quite pleasant - but not really bad-sounding either. "I wonder how many more times I'll be here... "
This had to be at least her fifth or sixth clutch to stand for now, and since it was rumored that Fall was about to start again, there would probably be quite a few more before she was twenty-one and could no longer stand.
Turning her gaze away from the Queen, she started to move slowly toward the eggs, waiting for a gap in the little procession of candidates that had formed.
She knew that she wouldn't have much time with each egg, thanks to the large numbers here today. But still, she tried to take a few moments to stroke the shell of each egg, sometimes murmuring a comment or two on the colors and patterns of them.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 12:45 am
Yet again two very colorful eggs caught Quinnel’s eye, and yet again she ignored them, going instead to a blue egg (Javanese). She cocked her head to the side, her clear eyes observing the egg for a moment before placed her fingers gently on its shell. She then proceeded to walk in a circle about it, her fingertips gently trailing behind her. The corners of her mouth quirked up into a smile as she allowed her full hand to rest on the shell, fingers splayed.
“ There’s more to you then meets the eye, mm? Are you like your shell? I am. That’s why I like you, I think. One glance isn’t enough to see the whole picture.”
Casting a furtive glance about, she bent down and gently rested her forehead on the egg, whispering, “ Find someone smart enough to see the real you. I wish you luck and a good rider, even if it isn’t me.”
Straightening, Quinnel removed her hand from the egg, giving it one last look before looking out over the other eggs.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 7:40 am
Moving on to another egg, Elora found herself constantly blinking... the unusual random markings on this egg seemed to make her head spin just by looking at them. Shades of black, gold, brown, tan... all thrown together in a truely eye-popping way. For all of that, it didn't seem to be much to look at.
However, Elora decided that, whatever hectic pattern decorated the shell, the hatchling within would surely be a marvel. Approaching the egg, she lightly ran her fingertips across the top and down the sides, smiling slightly as she did so.
Unbidden, a strain of music sparked in her memory... a song that her old friend had once played for her, before... Shying away from the thought, she closed her eyes and tried to bury her pain by reminding herself that other lives would soon begin. Sighing, she opened her eyes again and once more moved on...
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 11:04 am
Maranan bowed to the Queens and went to look at the eggs. Each held some minor fascination for him. He smiled and lightly touched them. He was drawn to the Tan one with black and blue. It reminded him of the beach at night. He touched it gently and felt at peace. He spent some time with it and then bowing to the Queens went back to his duties.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 11:43 am
Kakel nodded at Weylin’s comment, crossing his arms as he observed the droves of candidates. “It’s good for the dragons, though. Can’t imagine any of them will fail to find a partner in this mob.” His jaw tightened as he imagined the alternate extreme: Dragonets going between because they were too overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices.
But, he reminded himself, hatchling dragons were not like human children, who had fits if they couldn’t decide on just one treat and weren’t allowed to have them all. They knew whom they belonged to, even to the point of Impressing people in the stands when a perfectly suitable amount of candidates already stood right in front of them. The thought made him grin. Wouldn’t it be something if that happened on the fast-approaching Hatching Day?
Suddenly spotting an opening around one of the plainer-looking eggs, Kaskel nudged his companion and pointed. It was a bland, grayish egg with spots, which he’d nearly overlooked in the face of its eye-catching brothers and sisters. He moved forward and knelt beside it, his strong, square hand stroking its warm side gently, as if it were the face of a child.
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