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 Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 7:10 pm
"Good. Fine." That was about all he felt he could manage to say.
Fortunately there was now somebody else present to say more. "Alright boys, you can put him down here." These were the tones of Weyrhealer Amarid; the silver haired woman's voice was calm but brooked no argument as she strode towards them and gestured to the ground beside her. If she was a little out of breath it was probably best not mentioned. "Now you can," she gestured at the sands, "run along back to your event. We'll take care of him now."
" 's good," Bereck managed to add through clenched teeth, forcing his eyes open and looking up at the pair of young men. "Get... go on and get back in. Thank you." A good pair of lads. He hoped they managed to find dragons, if that was what they wanted. They'd be good riders.
Amarid knelt down with a sigh and smoothed the younger healer's rumpled hair with a gentle hand. "What have you been done boy?" she muttered softly. "Rhetorical question," she added as an afterthought.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 7:17 pm
Bakarn's words earned a fragile smile from Seytev, one that faltered the closer they got to the edge of the Caverns, but returned when the voice of the Weyrhealer reached them. Amarid was going to take control, and...that was good, because honestly Seytev wasn't sure how much further he would have been able to carry Bereck. He looked at Bakarn and nodded once, then slowed and stopped, crouching to lay Bereck as gently as he could on the ground where Amarid indicated.
After that, Seytev...hovered, for a moment, watching Amarid intently. Not because he didn't trust her, but because he wanted to see what she did, get a better idea of how he could help people better should he ever encounter the situation again. When both Amarid and Bereck sent them off, though, he gave a short bow, barely more than a deep nod. "It was nothing, Sir," he said quietly to Bereck, and then glanced at Bakarn. "C'mon, 'Karn," he said softly, reaching out to squeeze his friend's shoulder. "We should...get back to the eggs."
It felt weird, saying that after everything that had just happened.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 11:24 am
Deruvene had been lingering on the edge of the sands for most of the encounter, his steps slow as he watched others go towards the eggs. It was important he get out there and greet them all, sure, but if there was a chance one of his friends could make an excellent impression before he did then it was all worth letting them touch away first. It was okay if they found a connection and he didn't, so his taking of his time (yet not too long) was just fine in his mind. Better to have the suited riders get to touch before he came along, right?
Then, of course, someone had broken an egg. In his five Turns of standing he'd never seen anything like it and it took no matter of small strength to keep himself from running over to try and help everyone by getting entirely underfoot and ruining everything. He might have made a horrible squealing sound (muffled by his hands on his face) at Bereck being bitten, and another at an apparent Impression (was it to the boy who broke the egg to begin with?), before he decided to get out there and get some touching done before something drastic and dramatic happened.
Having already bowed to the Queen before the whole situation went down, he managed another one before stepping over towards the small cluster of eggs. He thought they were cute and wonderful and, if judging by the brown that hatched, likely full of wonderful dragons that were going to be also cute and wonderful. Settling for an egg slightly off, he placed a hand (very, very gently) atop the shell of the Commander Egg.
Keeping his mind free and clear, he maybe gave off a little greeting.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 11:55 am
Fashion Crime Demands Answers! What the deuce is going on out there?! Without really asking for permission, the egg reaches in and pulls the information straight out of Yevalee’s brain, and none too gently either. After a moment of quiet reflection, there is a feeling that can only be translated as ‘face palm’.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 12:09 pm
Ow, really did they need to be quite so forceful? Yevalee took his hand away, deciding that he wasn't going to get anything else out of the egg. He was also quite finished with the touching. A dragon had hatched unexpectedly, the last three eggs he had touched had been more interested picking his brain apart for information on their brother. Starting the beginnings of a rather nasty headache.
Some tea sounded nice right about now.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 12:12 pm
Not going to do anything stupid?... Good, The Commander is sharding glad to hear that. Having decided that Deruvene isn't going to go around punching any of its siblings The Commander pokes sharply through his mind. Honesty? Good. Concern for fellow beings? Good.
There is a pause, a stillness, but then the Commander probes a little more, seemingly seeking something it can't find. After a few moments it withdraws with a feeling of a shrug; it can't really find fault with you kid... at the moment. If you're just going to roll over and take the hand life deals you though The Commander's just not convinced that you're up to the task of dealing with the world's endless list of crimes and wrongs.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 2:01 pm
Glad to feel that nothing serious came his way, at least nothing serious as far as he was concerned, Deru removed his hand from the end with a small thanks. Normally he would have given the thanks as a pat or something but given the state of touching eggs outside of fingertips and palms he decided against it. Better safe than sorry and somehow prematurely hatching another dragonet. His heart (and likely his life were people to get hands on him) couldn't handle it.
So he moved on to the next egg, one a bit away from this one. Smoothing his fingers over it, he touched the Listening Egg much in the same manner that he had the previous one. Quiet, calm, no real words and just gentle waiting. Of course he kept his eyes out towards the events on the sands, with the baby and the wounded people. but it wouldn't do to let his focus wander. Calm, clear, think maybe about dinner.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 2:05 pm
“Yeah,” Bakarn agreed quietly, lingering close to Seytev as Amarid took over. He was grateful that she’d come so quickly – she’d know better than two teenaged boys would how to deal with a wound like that, without causing him more harm in the process. Let the healers treat their own with as little clumsy outside interference as possible.
He nudged Seytev roughly with an elbow and a grin, trying to rally his good spirits from before the unexpected hatching. Hey! He’d touched two eggs, both of them had thought he wasn’t a complete git, and the little brown hadn’t died! Successes all around. “C’mon, I still have a few I want to meet.”
The Listening egg had caught his attention before, with its riot of color. There was another Candidate already there, to whom Bakarn gave a nod and a smile. He'd wait until Deruvene moved on before going to greet it with a gentle hand. Hello, little egg! Now that all the fuss is over, might as well get on with things.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 2:42 pm
The Listening egg reaches out warmly to Deru, curious about him and double checking that everything is still alright. Soon satisfied of the latter it seems to give a little sigh of approval and really settles down to paying attention to Deru. The concern for everyone that he seems to hold most certainly meets with approval, though he probably need not worry quite so. So long as you care and act when needed most things turn alright in the end and-
Humm, dinner? Well that sounds very fine. Deru is left with linger thoughts of wherry eggs, with their lovely green yolks, and Listening goes quiet; still attentive should he linger but with no more to say for itself quite at present.The first thing Bakarn receives is a feeling of mild surprise; another already? How fine! The vividly coloured egg nudges politely into Bakarn's mind to have a look around... ah yes, yes! It is very important to help those weaker than yourself... ah... but Listening would perhaps be a little direct. Words can work better than fists in many a case it believes but it likes Bakarn and his goodness regardless.... Oh! And well done with that meat by the by, quick thinking and thinking of what is truly needed by those in need! Excellent, yes quite excellent. The Listening egg's friendly presence nudges against Bakarn gently again, seeming to encourage him to go on to the other eggs; meet them all, and listen to what they have to say too!
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 3:01 pm
Pleased again at the response this egg gave and its own thoughts of food (was it the egg or his own? He couldn't tell) Deru pulled his hand away and looked at the Candidate next to him. If he recalled this was...Bakarn? A nice guy, maybe they'd talk after everything was over about their feelings for the eggs. Or just feelings in general. Deruvene liked talking about feelings.
His careful steps lead him over towards one of the larger eggs in the clutch and he placed a hand on it too. The colors were pretty and he thought about it for a moment before forcing his mind to clear. They probably wanted the Candidates to take their time with the eggs but at the same time hurry, what with the incident that happened. This one was by itself though, wasn't it lonely? Of course he understood that there were dragons and people who liked being by themselves, but if he recalled no one liked being alone. Or maybe this one did and it was none of his business and he'd respect that. Either way a hand was placed on the Private Eye Egg and Deru waited.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 3:17 pm
Bakarn returned to the clutch with a nudge and a grin, and Seytev followed, a little more sedately, still thinking things over. He wondered what had gotten into Zarike's head, and made a note to track down his fellow Candidate and ask - in a few days when the worst of the dust had settled, maybe. He couldn't imagine a Candidate would have just randomly punched an egg (as he was beginning to think had happened). And if the little brown had asked him to do it...
Well, that would have been a first for dragons, wouldn't it?
At this point, he was just glad everyone was all right. The reflection didn't stop until Seytev practically tripped over an egg - something he stopped abruptly, all but dropping to his knees, to prevent himself from doing. He hit the Sands with both fists for a moment, then took a second to compose himself and regain his balance. Right. Okay...okay. Touching. Back to the Touching mindset, if he could manage it.
The egg he had nearly tripped over was close to another, and Seytev looked at them both for a moment before clearing his mind in an attempt to bring in more welcoming thoughts, taking a deep breath, and resting his palm on The Commander's shell.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 4:14 pm
Bakarn brightened a little at the unexpected compliment; he wasn’t expecting an egg to notice his efforts, but it was flattering nonetheless. This one was so polite, not so much barging into his head as sorting through his thoughts like they were scrolls in an archive. He stayed still and let the Listening egg do its thing, until it nudged him to move along.
These eggs sure did have minds of their own, didn’t they? And all with different advice. All good advice, he was sure, but – the Listening egg had a point. He ought to try to get as many opinions as possible. Especially if one of these might end up being his partner for life.
He approached the Hear me Roar egg next, looming over its siblings – or maybe shielding them from something? Reaching out for the egg, he was expecting it to blaze heat, but… the surface was actually pleasantly cool to the touch. How was that possible?
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 4:15 pm
Watch it Seytev!
The Commander gives him a swat around the mind; it does not want Wingleader Cockup to pay another visit to the Sands today, so watch where those feet go. Reprimand delivered the egg seems to sit back a little in order to study Seytev critically; Big Sharding Heroes was it? The Commander doesn't seem disapproving, just perhaps a little amused by Seytev's approach to Big Sharding Heroes. On the whole however... on the whole Seytev more or less gets a pass, a pass and a warning. Don't be so trusting of the ones at the top, don't forget that they're standing on everyone else's shoulders, and hands, and faces.... The Commander could teach you a thing or two about the world, kid, and it hasn't sharding hatched yet!
...Oh, but good job back there. The Commander exudes a sense of grudging approval at a necessary job done without dithering around wondering if somebody else might step in.
Now - The Commander pokes Seytev's mind sharply - get moving, don't hold up the flow of people.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 4:30 pm
Almost immediately, Seytev found himself drawing his shoulders back, straightening up a little bit and sending the Commander a quick mental apology. He hadn't realized it was possible for an egg to reprimand like that, but Faranth if he didn't deserve it.
The rest of the egg's impressions...well, it was something to mull over. The dragonet inside was - he wasn't sure. Wary didn't seem like the right word. More cynical, or maybe suspicious. But the compliment came was a compliment either way, and Seytev found himself smiling and standing even straighter. Thank you, he said mentally, only to be answered with a jab. Just like that, dismissed.
He stood up, gave the grey egg a nod, and turned to the egg beside it. (There was, just for a moment, a flash of a color he couldn't name in the corner of his eye. Peculiar as it was, Seytev decided not to pursue it. Instead, he reached out and brushed his fingers against Lashings of Ginger Beer's pale shell.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 3:00 am
Deru is being rained on: it’s one of those freezing storms that comes down through the mountain passes, and soaks anyone outside to the skin. On nights like that, holdless die of the cold and hunger and no-one cares. Meek little wives, all crammed up in their tiny homes with their too-big families feel the edge of their knives and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen.
Private Eye is ready for it.
The rain is also there for Kidder, though it’s a warmer summer rain - the sort that comes in tropical regions, bringing with it floods. Keralder may get the hint of a keen intelligence watching him from behind the sheets of rain, and though it’s not one that completely approves of him (does he really think he’s going to change the world?), it isn’t actively hostile either. There is a strong impression of concern for their sibling... and do they want a hug? Private Eye kind of wants a hug.
Hey! Hey Seytev hey! Lashings of Ginger Beer is SO PLEASED TO MEET YOU! Have you been talking to the Commander? He’s a bit of a bore sometimes, but they love him anyway! Just like they love you!! There is an overwhelming feeling of affection from this egg, and an excess of exclamation marks. There’s also a hint of concern about their sibling, and what feels like a plea for information - they aren’t rude enough to go tromping around in Seytev’s head uninvited, though!
Bakarn should know that things aren’t always as they seem… and that Hear Me Roar is not a tame dragon, though they may choose to be gentle to those who approach them in the right way. There’s definitely a feeling of approval there, however: loyalty is to be rewarded, and he is a hero - or he will be. Hear Me Roar is sure of it…
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