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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 5:06 am
The outright friendliness of the pale white egg brought a tiny smile to Seytev's face, and he exhaled a breath he didn't know he had been holding, relaxing and letting the excitement wash over him. That undertone of curiosity, though, made the smile waver a little, until Seytev worked out what exactly it was that Lashings of Ginger Beer wanted to know.
Oh - it wanted an update on Peth. Seytev smiled a little bit, doing what he could to convey an impression of safety along with an image of Zarike and the little brown. He's okay, he said in his head, unsure whether or not the words would reach the dragonet, or as okay as can be expected. He'll do all right.
That conveyed, he patted the pale shell once more and stood up. Only one egg left in the clutch that he hadn't gone near yet.
It...made him a little nervous, the way the egg almost seemed to smoke, but maybe it was a trick of the light. Bakarn was over by it, and he didn't seem harmed in any way. Straightening up and making a beeline for his friend, Seytev smiled as he drew alongside the older boy, touching him lightly on the shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, giving Bakarn's arm a reassuring squeeze before he broke apart again and reached down to brush his fingers across Hear Me Roar's shell.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 5:20 am
That was weird. Deruvene didn't really know what to think of all of that, outside of maybe he needed a jacket or maybe rain was coming, and he moved his hand off the egg and held it up as though he were expecting a raindrop to fall. Nothing happened of course, the sensation was gone as soon as his hand left the egg, but Deruvene still thought maybe it'd be a good idea to do the rounds later and make sure everyone had everything inside. Can't be too careful, right?
Moving along he stepped towards another egg, no real goal to touch in an order, and placed his hand atop the Hear Me Roar Egg. Maybe he was still feeling a bit chilly from the rain before, or maybe he just thought the egg needed touched. There were two others there too and so he was careful not to crowd in, giving them their space and a friendly enough smile.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 6:28 am
You didn’t really get many wild things up in High Reaches. There were the tunnelsnakes, yes, but – the dragons discouraged anything small enough to be hunted and eaten, and the wherhandlers discouraged their feral cousins, and Thread sorted out the rest.
Nonetheless, there was a wildness in the egg, one that Bakarn recognized with a healthy dose of respect. He’d seen enough of his fellow Candidates felled under claws and teeth to be mindful: this would not be a hatchling to be played with, and he was grateful for its warning as well as its approval. There were… a lot of eggs in this clutch that had been kind to him, actually. It had to be a hopeful sign of some sort, that none yet had tried to drive him off.
But he must have lingered by Hear Me Roar for too long; there was a bit of a traffic jam forming. He glanced up at Seytev’s touch on his shoulder, smiling softly, murmuring low “think this one’ll like you” before he disengaged his hand and stood up. If it respected loyalty and courage, it could do no better than Seytev. Deru too got a grin and a wink; it seemed that he and the other Candidate boy were trailing each other across the Sands.
Right. He probably only had time for one more, as much as he’d like to visit every egg in turn. Bakarn strolled off towards the edge of the clutch, the one that seemed to stand apart – maybe Fashion Crime needed someone to talk to?
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 7:43 am
He was not expecting the sensation of rain, and instinct nearly made him draw back prematurely to brush it from his face, but he did not. He liked the shrewdness of it, though he was sure that yes, he would damn well find a way to change... If not the world than this place, by Faranth. That alone would be no small thing, and might help be the catalyst for other things. If he couldn't be the flood, let him be the one drop too many that helped push it that way. If only so that others like his mother might have an easier life. Be rewarded for their strength. He tried to stifle the more uncharitable thoughts about Zarike if only for Private Eyes sake, and offered it what comfort he could. Their brother was alive and bonded and seemed content. The rest was for time to tell. Like who here. Would walk away partnered when the eggs hatched properly.
He gave the egg one more look and moved toward Hear Me Roar.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 8:13 am
Hear Me Roar is a rumble of thunder far away, and a warm arm around Seytev’s shoulders. There is a loud purring feeling of approval for his loyalty to his home, and for his sense of honour - oh, he could be great. Hear Me Roar can see it. Just work on that sword-arm, yes?
Deruvene is… well, Hear Me Roar isn’t impressed. Though they are reasonably kind (reasonably), there is an almost immediate sense of dismissal. Where is his bravery? Where is his passion? Why does he even bother? Hear Me Roar is frankly bored with him, and the egg dismisses him rapidly.
Someone to talk to? Why would Fashion Crime need someone to talk to? Bakarn can help them with this logic puzzle, though: Alec, Brete, Chrise, Deren, Edie, Frell, Gerge, Harald and Thom are nine candidates who live in a three story barracks with three rooms on each floor. There’s a room in the west wing, one in the centre, and one in the east wing. If Bakarn looks directly at the building, the left side is west and the right side is east. Each student has one room. Harald does not live on the bottom floor. Frell lives directly above Thom and directly next to Brete (who lives in the west wing). Edie lives in the east wing and one floor higher then Frell. Deren lives directly above Frell, and Gerge lives directly above Chrise. Where does everyone live?
Keralder is mean, and Keralder can’t deal with people, and as far as Hear Me Roar is concerned those are traits that need correcting. Stand up straight, kid! They’re talking to you! There’s a definite sense of a large and dangerous animal in this shell, and one that has it’s eyes fixed on him. However poorly he thinks he's been treated, it’s no excuse to be cruel in response: that shows a meanness of spirit that Hear Me Roar won’t tolerate. After a moment, there is a brief second of softness, and of paws on his shoulders. There’ll be time for daisy chains for Keralder yet, he’ll see. They'll make sure of it.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 8:48 am
Augh what was Fashion Crime doing not the maths stop it nooooooo
Hold on - no, he can do this, he can do this! Bakarn wasn’t going to let some freakin’ dragon egg beat him into submission! Brete lives in the west wing, Edie lives in the east wing, Frell lives in between them in the middle wing, but he can’t be on the third floor because Edie is one higher than him. So let’s assume he’s in the middle of the middle and everyone’s around him. Lucky Frell. Everyone’s his next-door neighbor, AND he gets his own room, Bakarn would love to – rrrrgh focus focus!
What were the clues again? Where did Alec live? It would be so much easier if he knew them! Then he wouldn’t have to guess where they all lived, he would just already know – or he could knock on their doors and ask! This isn’t how you solve this kind of question in the real world, this is why Bakarn hates maths!
Flustered, confused, and feeling profoundly like he’d just failed an important test, Bakarn withdrew his hand from the Fashion Crime egg and skulked off like a kicked dog to go find someone easier to talk to.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 9:39 am
[SO SORRY FOR MISSING YOU D8 ]Hear Me Roar is cool to Alcine’s touch, the shell that was apparently blistering hot… surprisingly easy to touch. The intelligence within surges to touch her mind, curiosity the emotion dominating for a moment before it falls away again, a little saddened. Such a push-over, Alcine - you have to stand strong for what you want, for what you believe in! You have so much potential to be good and to do good, but… well, you’re wasting it.
To love is be vulnerable… but to lock your love away is for your heart to become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. You must make yourself vulnerable if you want to be happy. Hear Me Roar hates it too, but - well, let your guard down a little. They're not all going to eat you!
Probably. Not guarantees. Now! Go see their siblings! There is a sensation like a little push in the small of Alcine's back, though no actual force.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 10:36 am
...Yes. This was a good way to end the Touching. The warmth of the dragon's mind against his left Seytev with a smile plastered a fathoms wide across his face, and he stroked the shell fondly once before moving away. It was stupid, probably, to be reassured by the approval of an animal that hadn't even seen the world, yet, but the consensus was that dragons understood you down to your core. A dragon, even an unhatched infant dragon, approving of Seytev was enough to leave him giddy.
As he straightened up and turned away, he caught sight of Bakarn again, skulking away from the Fashion Crime egg. "Got the better of you, too, 'Karn?" he called with a laugh. Whoever got that dragon'd be in for a real uphill struggle.
Or they'd be a piece of work, too, he supposed. That was another option.
Regardless, having finished his circuit of the eggs, he made a final bow to Venk and Hiraeth, distracted as they were, and withdrew.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 1:19 pm
Kidder blinked, taken aback entirely and not sure how to respond. Not even slightly. He knew how to deal with people... You just... Assumed they were going to put themselves first. That was how the world worked. Not... Not daisy chains... Which wilted quickly and were... It wasn't daisy chains. Why that particular bit stuck out he didn't know but it -did-. And he was sure it was going to stick all night now. Daisy chains... Unsettled in ways he wasn't even sure he could call bad he decided to move to the Etiquite egg.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 1:33 pm
Being dismissed was okay too. Deruvene was used to people telling him to shove off, not always rude and not always friendly, and this egg wasn't really in either category because well, it was an egg. He moved on without too much fret in mind, shuffling over towards the Lashings of Ginger Beer Egg. Touchings were fun in as much as touching the actual eggs and watching people react. He hoped everyone was having a good time, or that they'd find their lifemates.
Without punching eggs open, of course.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 1:42 pm
Ettiquette Egg is pleased to see you, Kidder! Their little brother was a little rude in breaking out so soon - but they shouldn’t criticise, that was just as rude. Sorry. Daisy chains are nice, though - they think that they would suit Kidder! Maybe like a coronet? Oh, Ettiquette would adore that. He must wear one to the hatching. Promise them? Yes? Excellent! There is a sensation like a kiss on Kidder’s forehead, and a giggle.
Oh. My. Faranth. IT’S YOU. Lashings of Ginger Beer has been waiting for you all day! Where have you been?! This egg is almost overwhelmingly excited to see Deruvene and why is he sad he shouldn’t be sad it’s a lovely day and alright so Hear Me Roar is a little rude sometimes but that’s alright they love them! Just like they love you! Everyone deserves a little love!
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 1:49 pm
Deruvene couldn't help the ridiculously large grin that spread over his face at the contact with the egg, and he chuckled faintly over the positive feeling. It reminded him so much of going back and seeing his family, that childish excitement of seeing a loved one again, and he pulled his hand away with a happy hum. This egg was wonderfully friendly and he hoped they found their partner soon.
That being said there were two more eggs to greet and Deruvene thought it good manners to greet them all. He moved towards the Fashion Crime Egg, putting his hand against it despite the leery looks he'd seen on the faces of some of the others after touching.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 2:12 pm
Seytev was... leaving.
Seytev was leaving?
And right after an egg had punched Bakarn in the brain, too. That wasn't even - oh they were going to have words. Still, it looked like there were a few stragglers still touching eggs, and Bakarn had kind of gotten behind on the whole... touching part of the Touching while he was busy fetching meat and rescuing masterhealers. It really would be a shame to miss out on the full experience, and he quickly strode over and pressed a hand to Etiquette's shell.
Well, if Hiraeth and Venk booted him out, they booted him out. Until then he was going to keep touching.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 3:14 pm
Oh for... He couldn't wear a daisy chain to the hatching it wasn't allowed! And and... Well it was a very polite dragon and sweet but the Daisha would never fly with the candidatemaster, he was sure, even if he asked. Perhaps there would be some at the hatching feast though.
Two eggs left though... So perhaps it was time to move on and see Fashion Disaster...
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 4:35 pm
Alcine was familiar with the sensation of a dragon probing her mind, especially familiar with the sensation of its vacated presence. Dragons weren't like people, you couldn't hide your weaknesses, your flaws, and to subject yourself to such a raw experience was asking for critique, derision, revulsion. But there was also something intoxicating in the instances where acceptance could be found, to feel the warmth of another mind acknowledging that yes, there is potential and worth here. Hear Me Roar certainly had the right to feel disappointment in her, as she felt it herself most days, but its words of wisdom were not lost on the girl, and as her hand left the cool surface of the eggshell she bid the unborn dragon a soft farewell, a little added pep to her step.
More inquisitive than shy after her first encounter, she set her sights on the Private Eye egg, gently resting one palm on its dotted shell.
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