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Dragonriders of Pern Shop Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 4:39 pm
"Alright, you lot! Don't push each other or I'll boot you out of here!" the Weyrwoman announced over the cheering roar and flood of chatter from the eager candidates. They had all been gathered nearly two hours ago and were finally heading toward the many eggs. The Weyrleader followed behind, just in case.
Dorath sat anxiously off to the side, keeping track of the newcomers with watchful, judgemental eyes. For a queen, she was handling the matter very patiently, but these were still her eggs.
"No funny business or Dorath will eat you," Luci announced. Yes, it was a lie, but could they be absolutely sure of that? She didn't think so. Smirking--no, beaming at her many potential riders, she stepped up next to her dragon and gave her a pat on the nose. "Lot of potential in this crowd, at least."
"She won't really eat you," D'astel offered to soothe any fear the Weyrwoman may have spawned. "But do be careful when you touch them. Now, go ahead and get acquainted. We'll be here a while."  Pot of Gold Egg At last! Standing tall and proud is the solid, glittering gold queen egg! It's mighty small for one, mind you, but the Weyrfolk are so happy to finally see one clutched no one seems to mind. The egg stands in the back of the clutch, not because it is shy, but because it is overlooking it's fellow dragon, already keeping a watchful eye on it's underlings. The Tye Dye Egg appears to be welcomed into the Pot of Gold's personal space, but the Noisy Rainforest Egg behind it has gone unnoticed. The egg all but basks in the attention it receives from it's mother and the candidates.
Tye Dye Egg Nestled beside the queen egg herself, the Tye Dye egg feels right at home. The base of the egg is a deep blue with purple splattered and faded onto the shell. Judging by the size, there is anything between an average green to a small blue inside. But perhaps the Tye Dye egg will shock and awe everyone with a very small, newborn brown. You do get the feeling this egg is just full of surprises.
Spring Flowers Egg This egg could easily be either a blue or green; it's hard to tell. The Spring Flowers' shell is a mixture of purple and yellow. It sits off to the right, directly across from the cherished Pot of Gold Egg and settled beside the Sweetheart Egg, leaning ever so slightly toward it as if trying to whisper something to it. Upon being touched, it almost feels as though you've been enlightened about the rest of the clutch. Insightful observer or gossip queen? Only time will tell!
Sweetheart Egg Perhaps the Sweetheart Egg has a misleading name. Or maybe not, since it isn't called the "Listener Egg". In any case, the Sweetheart Egg is beside the Spring Flowers Egg, and doesn't seem a bit interested in what it's clutchmate has to say. The egg is relatively small and so probably contains a green; most likely a lovely green if it's beautiful shell is any evidence. It has fallen on it's side, and one might wonder, is it trying to explore what's beyond the clutch or simply attempting to escape the company of the Spring Flowers egg?
Arctic Waters Egg Someone isn't happy. The Arctic Waters Egg doesn't feel dangerous or uneasy, just grouchy, especially when the candidate touching it is a female. Chances are it contains either a sexist blue or a green against the "birds of a feather flock together" saying. The shell is a deep blue, and shines quite beautifully when the sun hits it just right. The egg's attention is focused between the Imposter Gold and Blinding Red Egg. One or both of them have made this egg grumpy!
Imposter Gold Egg A bit too large to be a green, this egg probably contains a blue or a brown dragonet inside. It gets it's name from the golden coloring of the shell, and looks as though it was dipped in a bucket of white paint. The Imposter Gold Egg tilts ever so slightly to the left, and is keenly observing the Blinding Red Egg while the Arctic Waters Egg behind it goes ignored, perhaps even shunned.
Brown Swirl Egg At the bottom of the clutch is the Brown Swirl Egg. The name, obviously, is due to the dark brown base and the lighter brown swirl that decorates the egg's shell. Many have accused it of being the most ugly egg in the clutch, and indeed, no light appears to flatter this poor thing! As if that wasn't enough, there's an aura of fear and submission hovering around it. The egg has fallen and rolled to the side as though it wants to run away. Could it be afraid of one of it's clutchmates? The egg is probably a green or a blue.
Pink Raptor Egg The perfect size to be either a green or blue dragonet, the Pink Raptor Egg is pleased with where it stands; close enough to see what's going on, but far enough away to keep from being involved. It feels relaxed, some might even call it soothing, and the laid back egg doesn't seem to mind being used as a leaning post for the Green Paradise Egg. This egg is a pinkish color with brown stripes outlined in soft peach wrapped around it.
Green Paradise Egg Equal in size to the Pink Raptor Egg it leans against, the Green Paradise Egg is one of the brightest in the clutch, but no doubt the most relaxed. Except, of course, compared to it's favorite clutchmate. The shell is decorated with lighter green, uneven lines, and almost resembles broken glass. Beyond it's vibrant coloring, the egg does not call attention to itself, content to remain out of the spotlight.
Cinnamon Egg This egg, probably a small bronze, average brown or exceptionally large blue, doesn't seem to be doing anything as interesting as the rest of it's clutchmates. It sits to the left, across from the queen. If one didn't know better, they could say it's admiring the Pot of Gold egg. That's assuming, of course, you even notice the dull Cinnamon Egg at all. The speckled brown coloring leaves much to be desired, as dose the bland feeling the egg gives off. It's just sort of there, so to speak.
Noisy Rainforest Egg Think just "Rainforest Egg" would have been plenty long enough a name? Think again. Spending a few moments in the company of the Noisy Rainforest Egg may allow you to understand where it got it's name. The egg is probably a trouble-making blue or green. It sits behind the queen egg, looking all too ready to spring forth and frighten the other egg at any given moment. Odds of success are minimal, however, because the low humming noise this egg sometimes makes, sounding somewhat akin to laughter, has probably given it's hiding place away.
Sunrise Egg Sitting in front of the Pot of Gold Egg, one will find the Sunrise Egg. It's a shame that most of the egg is hidden from nearly every angle, because the Sunrise Egg is very attractive. The shell is a combination of oranges, yellows and reds. One can still plainly see how large the egg is, though, because it can so easily be compared to the queen egg, which it seems to be guarding from the warring Sunset Egg and Seaside Egg. Does a bronze await for the perfect boy to Impress, or is a brown inside misleading us?
Sunset Egg The Sunset Egg doesn't care at all what the Sunrise Egg is doing. Then again, it isn't paying attention to any of the others except for the Seaside Egg. The two are leaning against each other, but not in a fond way; it's more as if they're butting heads. What does it contain? Anywhere from a large blue to a bronze. There is a very intense feeling surrounding it.
Seaside Egg The Seaside Egg doesn't care at all what the Sunrise Egg is doing. Then again, it isn't paying attention to any of the others except for the Sunset Egg. The two are leaning against each other, but not in a fond way; it's more as if they're butting heads. What does it contain? Anywhere from a large blue to a bronze. There is a feeling of arrogance around it. No doubt the dragon inside feels superior to the Sunset Egg.
Blinding Red Egg The Blinding Red Egg is the smallest in the clutch and it houses a small green as obviously as the Pot of Gold Egg houses a queen. The egg is very eye catching in spite of it's small size, if not for it's color, than for it's boldness. The Blinding Red Egg is much smaller than the Sunset Egg and Seaside Egg, but it doesn't appear intimidated in the least! It's hard to tell if it's trying to monitor the tension between the two of them or join in. Regardless, just by nearing this egg you feel how brave it is. In contrast to the Arctic Water's Egg, the Blinding Red Egg is more welcoming of a female touch.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 6:19 pm
Gyl had been early for this, oh so early. The two hour wait had nearly driven him mad, but when he saw all the eggs scattered across the Sands like so many jewels, he was flabbergasted. The Queen egg seemed to loom over all of them with majestic glory, which reminded Gylren of Dorath sitting there. He gave a respectful bow and an warm smile to both Queen and Weyrwoman before tentatively proceeding in, one egg in particular catching his eye somehow. The Cinnamon egg, its very unremarkable shell warm and rich, seemed to jolt out to Gyl as he entered. Maybe it was because of its lack of adornment? He gently ran a hand over the shell, oh so careful, and was amazed as the dragonet inside stirred at the touch. A grin came across his face, and he proceeded on to the next egg with a light pat to the Cinnamon.
The next one that he spotted was the Arctic Waters egg. The dark blue shell was stormy and seemingly grumpy, something which made Gyl chuckle warmly. "Seems something's got you ticked, doesn't it?" he murmured to the egg softly in his barely audible wispy tone, rubbing the shell with a respectful touch. It really was a beautiful egg, and he couldn't wait to see what would come of it--most assuredly a handsome dragonet.
There were still many more eggs, and Gyl would get to all but the Queen egg--that one he was definitely leaving for the girls.
((Dinner interrupts. X3; I'll post more later.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 6:20 pm
The two hour wait had been rather annoying but the boy took the time to lean against the cavern wall and close his eyes trying to nap off the wait; saving his energy for the sands. He had to guess that the delay was due to other stragglers. Shards knew why they waited for anyone that couldn't manage to make it on time. But as the cheers rose from the crowd, his eyes snapped open and his body pushed off gracefully from the wall. Finally...he thought to himself as they started to move towards the sands.
Raysan smirked as he watched the Weyrwoman's grin smear across her lips. "Eat us?" he chuckled as he looked out towards the gold dragon. The idea amused him greatly and he envisioned the consequences for the unlucky b*****d that pissed off a dragon that size. Oh, he wasn't going to be that guy! Not today at least. But with as many new people that he had seen coming into the Weyr like himself surely there was someone that would fit the bill.
The thought of actually touching these eggs slightly concerned the boy even if he didn't show it; the wry grin remaining as a perfect mask. Eggs were fragile...well at least bird eggs were. He had to guess these weren't nearly as thin. But still, the fact was that there wasn't much shell between him and the baby hidden inside was kind of enough to at least make him wary. Of course, he was pretty amazed that the Gold was letting them get that close hardly knowing any of them especially himself.
He wondered how much this Touching was actually a secret inspection of the hopefuls. What a great way to figure out the 'good eggs' and 'bad eggs' amongh them while they were all in one place. Animals had a keen way of knowing what sort of folks turned them off. Well, it would be a good learning experience now wouldn't it? A giddy feeling rose up though his stomach just like the moments before a fight. He continued to grasp at that moment of exhilaration as he strode on to the sands giving a respectful nod to the Gold with grin followed by a wink for the Weyrwoman before venturing any further towards the eggs. If he had any fear it had been left outside the ring...or in this case the bowl.
Picking his path carefully, he surveyed the pile of eggs and decided to take the direct approach choosing a clockwise pattern starting with a brownish egg that had a swirl upon its shell. His eyes narrowed and he glanced around feeling the fear on this one and not certain of why he got that ugly impression. Who was it afraid of? Was it him?! The thought shocked him slightly - Could it know that much about him? He took his hand away carefully but quickly because everything about these feelings felt here were foreign to him. It wasn't what he would do. He'd fight first...he wouldn't run. The strong survive...
The next two eggs were leaning up against each other; one pinkish and the other green but vivid. He settled in and ran a hand over the pink one feeling its soothing emanations. What a relief considering the moment before with the other egg! He stared a little longer letting the moment build before withdrawing to touch the other to be met by a similar feeling but even more relaxed. He didn't know how to express what he thought of these two and their softer natures. But he walked away feeling much more refreshed and ready for the next challenge.
Soon before him was a well proportioned speckled brown egg, he was too close not to notice it and the feeling he found upon touching this egg was a mild dull sensation that ended up leaving Raysan wondering if the dragonet within was just bored. It wasn't hard to stretch to think that way because what the heck would one do in an egg all day. Nothing! Even the thought of being cooped up like that caused a slight shiver down his spine. "Well..." said Raysan in a low whisper, "I guarantee the action is found outside the egg if that's any consolation. Don't lose hope, my friend." He smirked as he stood giving the egg a gentle pat of assurance.
Moving to the next egg which was further down because others were touching ones closer, he found it was a interesting purple and yellow that seems to stand out to him. Glancing from side to side, he knew he had made it approximately through 1/3 of the eggs. Excitement had a way of building as he started to guess what the next egg might reveal since each had been very different experience from another. As his hand, slide over the smooth green surface it was almost as if the dragonet inside agree with that sentiment - a thoughful observation? Needless to say as Raysan left this one, he felt more informed...strangely enough.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 11:03 pm
Waiting fairly patiently with the other potentials, Anale shifted from foot to foot as she stared around her at the inside of the weyr, even as she tried not to stare too much at the large gold queen that watched protectively over her new brood.
When there was space for her to step forward, she took a steadying breath and moved forward, feeling the intense heat of the sands even though her thick boot soles. How did the dragon riders stand it? Anale nearly smacked herself for that thought, because the answer was fairly obvious. They only stood on the hatching sands when they were a queen's rider and there was a clutch of eggs.
Rolling her green eyes at her foolishness, the red-haired candidate threaded her way between the large eggs, tentatively settling her hand on the small brown egg off to the side, starting small for her first time. The texture under her fingertips was... amazing. She'd never felt an egg that was quite the same. Feeling hopeful, the young girl opened herself up to the experience, hoping that the unborn hatchlings had some way to sense a person's inner self... slim chance, but weren't the stories harpers told full of amazing things that no one would believe if they hadn't seen it? It was like touching a good-luck charm, and hoping it would really bring good luck.
A gentle brush of her fingers and a press of her palm was given to the first egg. Anale touched it the way she touched any new animal, with a calm, gentle respect, and a knowledge that it was a living being she touched. The other candidates were forgotten, ignored with the ease of long practice in working with animals, and the young girl focused entirely on getting a feel for the first egg before she moved on to the next.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 10:50 am
Wonder occupied her mind today as Amoreth sat upon the ground against the wall of the cavern, her sketch pad open and her pencil wildly flying across the parchment as she doodled away the tension and surmounting the nervousness inside her. Today was the day that the candidates would be permitted onto the sands to greet, for the first time, Dorath’s newest clutch of eggs. It seemed as though time was perfectly on the candidates’ side this day, as their chance to greet the eggs was finally upon them. She stood and left her sketchpad and drawing utensil behind in favor of being empty-handed. With a deep breath and a little shake of her head to put her hair in order, she strode forward with the group with every bit of the self-confidence she had inside her shining forth from her gentle smile.
Amoreth paused momentarily as the roar of the people within the caverns reached its climax—they had entered and were now on the sands. She shifted around slightly in her stance, the sandals she’d been given to wear barely shielding her feet from the sharding hot sand beneath her. Eager as each of the candidates were to see the eggs, she proceeded onward again until they had all settled where they were going to settle around the area. Before herself and her fellow candidates stood fifteen breathtaking eggs; she could hardly remain still with the paramount feeling of significance that hung thick in the air. As the Weyrwoman addressed them and spoke her warning jest, Amo’s emerald eyes flicked over to give the watchful Queen a glance. The Dragon was taking their presence on the sands remarkably well, though seeming ever-watchful and wary of the candidates.
The time for her to step forward came quickly. As another candidate before her had done, Amoreth lowered her torso in a deep and respectful bow, taking eye contact away to further enforce her submission to the authority of Queen and Weyrwoman. The excitement inside her began squeezing her heart, the muscle skipping a beat as she stood up straight again and proceeded toward the clutch of eggs. As she got near, a wave of sensations crashed over her—these unborn Dragons gave off strong feelings, even inside their eggs! Her feet moved forward of their own accord, her mystified expression giving away her wonder and amazement. When she was among the little creatures hidden behind their shells, she marveled at the Queen egg. It was hardly acceptable to blame her—its glory overshadowed the other eggs, so big and sparkling brightly like her mother. However, another egg caught her eye and she was oddly compelled to step towards it. It was a vibrant, radiant red color, seeming to exude a stronger feeling of gallantry and valor the closer she got. Magnificent! It was the smallest of the clutch, but she could hardly notice; she was kneeling before the egg as, tentatively, she stretched out a hand to stroke across its surface. A shock ran through her from her fingertips to her toes, making her shiver and chuckle softly. Her other hand rose and she caressed the egg slowly, a warm smile stretching across her lips. It was softer than she had imagined.
She left the glorious red egg to its devices and made her way through the clutch, gently touching and stroking eggs that caught her eye. One in particular made her feel as if it loathed her presence—a blue egg seemingly tempestuous in spirit. She shied away from that one, not wanting to upset it, and instead lay her hand upon an egg that seemed content to sit on its side. It was unique in that it was beautiful, but something about it seemed off slightly, almost antisocial if it had to be compared with a feeling. Other eggs were touched, but not much interest seeded itself inside her with any of them. The Queen egg she left for last, which she approached slowly, feeling as if it were observing her as she neared it. She touched this egg carefully, her lips parting as a little gasp wriggled its way into her lungs. It was so strong and majestic, like royalty—this thought made her giggle softly. She was a Queen, after all! It seemed to enjoy the attention it got, and the young woman was quite content to give it to her, but the other candidates needed a turn at the eggs as well. Amoreth began to trek back toward the other people, but she stopped to give the beautiful red egg another caress. It was, by far, her favorite out of the entire clutch; it stood out much like the Queen egg to her, bold and fierce in its coloring and seeming so gentle and brave as she touched it. A half-smile turned the left corner of her lips upward as she turned away with a final pat to the egg, walking back to rejoin the group of candidates collected around the clutch.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 11:59 am
The next egg, or eggs, to be touched where the pink/brown one and the green on, Anale's hands landing on one then the other. She smiled at the pair and the way they leaned into each other, almost as though friends content to lay quietly and watch. They had a slightly different feel than the first, but she decided that was just her over-active mind.
With all the people moving about, some might have felt claustrophobic, especially with the heat pressing up from below, but the young beasthealer was used to the press of herd animals. It wasn't comfortable, by any means, but at least it didn't bother her to the point of distraction. The humans were largely ignored, at least for now, in favor of concentrating on the eggs.
Circling around the milling group, Anale made it to the other edge of the clutch and let her fingers drift down the sides of a dark blue egg and an almost-gold one. She felt... little connection with either, but that was silly. How could you feel a connection with an egg? But she had a feeling they weren't as... warm as the rest of the clutch. She paid them the respects they deserved, but moved on, her eyes turned to the eggs that settled behind them, one listing over onto its side.
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Dragonriders of Pern Shop Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 1:15 pm
No matter what negative publicity the Weyrwoman was subject to, her critics couldn't deny she was handling both the situation and her dragon well even as the many hands ran across the shells of the eggs. She smiled at most of individuals attached to them; Gyl, Anale, Amoreth, just to name a few. The wink from Raysan suddenly had her looking more alert, and trying hard not to look amused. It was funny, but it wouldn't be proper to admit that, and if he didn't learn to be more respectful he might find himself in a lot of trouble with the next Weyrwoman. She might not be so easy going about an offensive gesture, especially during a crucial time like this.
"D'astel, you see that lad over there? Raysan is his name. That one." Luci tried to subtlety motion to the candidate she was referring to without attracting any attention. She wanted them to focus on what was important for now: the future dragons of High Reaches. "When this is over, have the headwoman give that boy twice as many chores for the next sevenday."
"Hm?" D'astel grunted and decided it was better not to ask. He hadn't caught what had the goldrider so determined to add to the poor guy's workload. "Alright, I'll pass that along once we leave."
Tracking every person was hard for Dorath because there were just so many! Over time, it began to feel like there were more than they'd come on the hatching grounds with. Reason would have told her that was a silly thing to think, but her ability to reason was melding away, bit by bit, shrinking each time a new hand touched the largest, golden egg.
The area suddenly quaked with a roar that's emotional origins were hard to place. It didn't quite sound anxious, yet it wasn't angry either. Frustrated, perhaps? Dorath didn't seem comforted by the many dragons who called back to her, trying to offer condolences for her burden, so her rider quickly regained control and focused now more than ever.
"It's alright!" D'astel shouted to all of them, sounding no less than one hundred percent sure he was being truthful. "You're in no danger, she's just anxious! Keep going!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 3:48 pm
This was just too fantastic. This lovely clutch, in this lovely Weyr with its lovely dragons. In fact, this very clutch, these eggs on the sand right now were the very reason she was here, instead of in Ista. She was ready for this, she could do it, and she was so darn excited, it almost pained her that the eggs weren't hatching right now! She practically bounced as she walked, and almost forgot to offer the queen her respects. Catching herself, she gave Dorath a curtsy and a beaming smile, though whether the queen actually paid attention to that sort of thing, Kyllae wasn’t sure. If she were a dragon, she’d only have eyes for her clutch. Who wouldn’t, just look how beautiful they were!
She danced over to the egg nearest her, which happened to be the Green Paradise egg. She leaned in close, looking it over with her eyes even before she brought her hands up, running her fingertips carefully over the shell before daring to brush it with her palms. She could hardly believe her good fortune, being allowed to touch an actual dragon egg. Not that she didn’t deserve it, she’d worked her butt off doing chores, she felt, but this…this was something special. Intimate. Was she doing it right? Faranth forbid, how could she cope if she accidentally hurt them? She studied the coloration, marveling at the play of seafoam on light green. And this egg…it was unique. Everyone one of these eggs was different, housed a dragon just waiting to hatch out and find their human companions. Was it possible that one of them could be for her? Only time would tell, and she willed herself to be patient, even though it was hard.
She did jerk her head up to eye Dorath warily when she voiced her anxiety, but it was only understandable. Dorath wanted to take care of her brood; in the same way Kyllae liked to look out for her friends. She nodded and turned back to the eggs, happy as ever. Seeing as how the Pink Raptor was right next to the Green Paradise, she set on that one next, giving it a good once over with both her eyes and her hands. Was it just her, or…was it calming, almost? As if the dragon inside were undisturbed by its mother’s agitation. Despite her excitement, around it, she was…well, relaxed, feeling. How interesting. With a parting pat, she smiled at the pink egg and set off to go examine the rest.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 4:04 pm
Oddly, Mishal sort of wanted to go touch the golden egg first – sort of to pay his respects to the egg that had everyone so excited and the little queen within. Queen eggs were signs of hope and happiness even when there wasn’t an under population problem, y’know? And Dorath’s Curse being broken was such a positive step to helping the weyrs recover...Between his amusement at his own odd compulsion and Luci and D’astel’s initial exchange, the blonde teenager couldn’t help but smile and call himself an idiot in his head. The Pot pf Gold egg would get lavished with attention enough without him poking his big nose in over there. Better to focus on the others else he’d really look like a dimglow. He'd been to touchings and seen impressions before, being a weyrbrat and candidate, this was just the first time there's been a gold egg.
He strolled over towards the eggs unhurriedly as he always did and paused to offer bows of respect politely when others did so. As always he was smiling, steady and slow. Mishal planned to take his time with this. Especially when he neared the eggs and as always, was glad the stories about them giving off feelings was /true/.
In some ways as attractive as the Pot of Gold with its warm colours as well as golds, the Sunrise egg caught Mishal’s eyes for a starting point. And after a characteristic moment of pause where he calmly made up his mind he headed towards it. and spent some time touching the shell and admiring it. It felt comfortable to be around, almost protective, and spent an extra minute with his hand on its shell as he looked around at his fellow candidates, the other eggs and plotted his next move.
He calmly turned his attention to the interesting trio before it made up of the Sunset, Seaside and the Blinding. Now finished with his time by the Sunrise he skimmed around the Sunset, which was equally as beautiful and similar in looks. It was very different in feeling however with it’s intenseness, which made him furrow his brown and rub a thumb across the shell. He himself was rarely was that intense unless someone managed to anger him. Next he walked around (not being able to squeeze back past the Sunrise way) and paused to look at the small red egg. It’s braveness was attractive even if he thought the colour was a bit bold. But like that Pot of Gold egg probably would had he given into that weird thought and touched it, something felt like this egg wanted a woman’s touch. Around past the Blinding egg to his next destination, the Seaside was such a calming colour and so different after all those golden-pink gentle (and brilliant ruby!) hues...but there was something about it, hmm..
Dorath called and many dragons answered, so he paused a moment and looked over to the huge creature, thinking over how she sounded. Even if she was unusually patient, it still had to be hard seeing all of them amongst her brood and touching the eggs. They were far from being as fragile as wherry eggshells but to a dragon… He turned around to check behind him and was surprised to find how much he liked the look of the Pink Raptor and Green Paradise eggs. Mishal actually spent his time with the two eggs touching both at once, enjoying how serene it was with them and musing on the differences between the two similar eggs. Being such a quiet and unhurried soul himself he felt sort of at home with such an atmosphere.
Looking about for a long minute, he pried himself away from the calming duo and moseyed all the way over to the Tye Dye egg, pausing by the other eggs on the way, touching and pausing at some before he reached it. The Sunrise egg especially got an extra touch as it was right by. So very different from where he’d just been! It still felt home-y but not so sure and steady. Like it could be surprising. Mishal stayed with it for now, taking his time as he said he would.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 4:29 pm
Doremy was, as usual, ready for the Touching with time to spare. He'd fed Anatole, cautioned the blue flit to stay home or risk getting eaten by a nervous Queen, and headed down to the Sands to see the eggs.
Not that he could see much of anything. There were too many other, taller people in the way. Still, shoving and elbowing wouldn't do much good; at worst, he might even draw the Weyrwoman's attention as being a bit too eager. And once the candidates were set free to disperse amongst the eggs, his patience paid off. He was free (more or less) to move about the clutch.
And such an assortment of colors! This was Doremy's first Touching, and he hadn't been prepared for how widely they would vary. He'd been envisioning something more like bird eggs, mostly all the same up until they hatched into their respective colors. And, well, it seemed strange to say that something that hadn't even been born yet had a personality, but these certainly seemed to. The way they were positioned in relationship to each other, and above that a certain sense in his mind. Perhaps it was the telepathic bond of the dragons, calling to their future riders before they were even hatched? That was supposed to be the point of the Touching, right, to give the unborn dragonets a chance to get a "feel" for the Candidates ahead of time?
One egg in particular caught his eye, and his pace increased as he moved towards it -- then Dorath roared and stopped him in his tracks. Despite D'astel's reassurances, Doremy paused. That was another thing he had not been prepared for, just how massive and intimidating the gold would be. Not that he was afraid, or that he'd show it. But... They were touching her eggs. Her children. This might be a tradition tracing back through the ages, but it was by her permission that the Candidates were here at all. He directed another deep bow towards Dorath, acknowledging what she must be feeling, with so many eager hands around. Then, as the other Candidates seemed to be continuing on, he moved to the Arctic Waters egg, resting both hands lightly against its shell.
The texture was... not what he was expecting, yet oddly appealing, despite the egg's grumpiness. Doremy could sympathize. You couldn't expect everyone to get along well all the time. He backed up, letting his fingertips trail down the egg's side for one more moment before turning his attention away and to the other eggs.
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Late, late, he was late!
Kamihan skidded around a corner, then pelted full-tilt down a hallway, finally reaching the Sands just in time. Shards, looked like everyone was already there, though! He ducked his way through a polite but hasty bow to Dorath (she seemed kinda tense, but she wasn't actually mauling anyone yet, so Kamihan wasn't about to be put off) before joining the mingling crowd. Only then did he stop to catch his breath. Whew. Wouldn't do to be all panting and pulse racing when you touched a dragon's shell, they might get the wrong idea.
And... hey, what was that noise? Humming? Weird. A noisy egg? Kamihan had to step around the Queen egg to reach it, which meant making his way through a crowd of girls... and he had no problem hanging out with girls, no problem at all, though he hoped that Dorath wouldn't try to bite his head off. He faintly heard another hum, and a-ha! There was the culprit. He laid a companionable hand on the Noisy Rainforest egg, grinning down at the vibrant shell and enjoying the almost mischievous feel of it. Now this would be a great partner. The egg looked a little small to be a bronze, sure, but color was less important than personality, in the end. He'd take a green with an adventurous streak over a stodgy bronze any day. Imagine all the trouble they could get themselves into, together; they could run the Weyrlingmaster ragged. It'd be fantastic.
Still, he didn't want to hog the egg. So he bid it farewell and turned to the others. Some, his eye passed over relatively quickly, like the brown swirl egg (it seemed almost scared. Why should a dragon be scared?) and the raptor (shards, so pink! So pink!). Still, it was unfair to judge a dragonet by its shell. Even a scared dragonet could be coaxed into courage, and fortunately he'd never actually heard of a pink dragon. So he paused on the way past both of those eggs to brush a hand against their sides. Fair's fair. Everyone gets a chance.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 5:12 pm
During the two hour wait Nadia warily watched as the large golden queen tended to her clutch, turning to watch the other candidates for a while she pondered on what would be happening shortly and tried to push down the rising excitement and clam her nerves but failed. It was then that the Weyrwoman called them to the sands; trying to avoid getting run over by the other candidates she allowed the others excitement to feed her own and temporally forgetting about being nervous she walked out onto the sands and saw the eggs up close. Inhaling she looked at the eggs in awe thinking about the magnificent creatures that where growing inside of them, glancing up at the queen she nodded at her in respect sure that it was difficult for the mother to allow all of these strangers touching what would be her children.
Turning from the gold queen she walked around the eggs letting her fingertips graze the tops of them as she studied each egg in turn taking the time that was needed; she ran gently rubbed the shell of the Noisy Rainforest egg grinning slightly at the odd sounds coming for it moving on she touched the golden egg again glancing up at Dorath but this time imagining what this egg well grow into continuing on she bend down to look at the tye dye egg wanting a closer look at the wonderful colors that swirled around the eggs shell moving on she touched the other eggs grinning slightly at the arctic egg’s reaction to her touch, when she reached the blinding red egg Nadia kneeled on the sand to wonder at the bright color and watch at the eggs reaction to her touch.
Pausing at the brown swirl egg she sat down beside it and gently stroked the eggs shell following its pattern with her fingers, giving the egg a finial pat she stood and brushed the sand from her pants taking a minute to watch as the other candidates moved among the clutch.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 6:07 pm
Avery had, true to her nature, quickly begun to adjust to her new environment. Outwardly, if not inside her heart, and the confident young woman seemed to have no difficulties keeping a sort of space bubble around herself in the crowded waiting area. She made idle small talk, charming the locals, as her father would call it, and occasionally asking questions of the always informative Camryn or making amused or irritated comments to Uuni.
Of particular interest was the startlingly young Weyrwoman. She was brassy, loud, in-charge. What wasn't to like? She'd been distracted from the other Candidates by her bossy nature, and had asked her name. Camryn had provided appropriate information, and well. Avery was rather tickled over it. Of course, the Gold that looked to Luci said a certain something about her preferences, and the curly-haired brunette moved on, fingers circling Uuni's wrist as they were allowed onto the sands, sure to give proper respects to the Queen Dorath.
"Come on, before someone touches ours." It took only a moment for Avery to look incensed, and she squeezed the other brunette, her voice a quiet hiss. "By Faranth, look at that. Another Istan transfer."
A brief narrowing of her eyes for Kyllae [whom Kess rather loathed] and Avery's attention was back on the eggs, her hand losing its grip on Uuni.
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Camryn was definitely excited, her pale green eyes moving rapid fire over the sands, the Candidates, the eggs, Dorath and the Weyrwoman... This was all incredibly interested, and the pixieish young woman mentally ran through the order in which she would touch the eggs.
Some of the girls seemed hesitant to approach the irritated Dorath and the Gold egg, but Camryn gave the dragon a long look of healthy consideration before approaching and politely inclining her head in greeting, speaking to the Weyrwoman, though her eyes remained on the egg before her.
"May I touch her first...?" Before the other eggs, that was. Camryn was used to analyzing the things that interested her most first, then examining everything in relation to them. It would naturally follow that she wanted to touch the gold egg first, a future leader still encased in her shell, before getting to know her clutchmates.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 7:06 pm
Waiting, particularly two hours of waiting, was not something that Rieta approved of. There was so much they could have been, should have been, doing. Couldn't someone have given them orders to sack firestone or practice, well whatever it was that needed practicing?
Still, one must make the best of situations. And Rieta did so by snagging one of the shyer looking girls by the arm and introducing her around to those who failed to keep a safe distance. The fact that the girl didn't seem to appreciate this wasn't lost on her, but she knew that she just needed some encouragement and then she'd thank her for it later. People always did. Mostly. They should, anyway.
Finally, the wait over, her hostage escaped, Rieta moved onto the sands in the longest strides her short legs could handle. She bowed in respect to the Queen and her rider before approaching too close to the eggs, but the gesture was perfunctorily. The queen was lovely, but it wasn't like it was the first time she'd been close to a dragon. Eggs, on the other hand. Well, she'd never been allowed to stand so close, let alone touch them!
She approached the queen egg first. It was her duty, as a female candidate, after all. Still, she wasn't exactly sure of what to do, once she did approach. Oh, she touched it, briefly, with the tips of her fingers. But it was a gold and she was, well, she was Rieta, farmercraft apprentice. Kitchen girl, before that. Someone with lineage would get the queen. The child of a bronzerider, or something.
From there, she made her way back to the Noisy Rainforest Egg, which she admired for its color. This shell she stroked with more open affection, her touch light, but not so hesitant or reverent as it had been for the golden egg.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 7:12 pm
Uuni was not going to lie, she was extremely nervous. It had been two turns since she'd touched an egg, and the last hatching had been an interesting feat at best. The talk blew past her ears as she peered around the sands, almost wishing that they were already hatching.
Today, despite the wait and the lingering tiredness in her eyes, she was going to touch every single egg. Regardless of the fact that she couldn't Impress to the dragonet in the egg, she was going to get acquainted with the Pot of Gold egg, too. Who knew if dragons recognized those that had sought them out? Maybe it would form some sort of creepy, careful alliance with a baby dragon to have paid it attention, and Uuni didn't think being known by a gold was a particularly bad thing.
The only thing that brought her back to reality was Avery's look towards the weyrwoman. Uuni let a grin slide over her features, and resisted the idea of waving before returning her attention to the eggs.
"Huh?" she answered to Avery and looked down at where her wrist was being gripped. "Yeah, I guess so." Uuni was not going to be distracted by anyone else, however.
"I'm going to start with the red one in the middle," Uuni muttered with a grin and took the chance to slip away from Avery and head in that direction.
She smiled to several other people regardless of whether they were paying attention to her or not, and then reached out her fingertips to touch the surface of the red egg.
Well, brave certainly wasn't her thing, but she took her time there never the less before heading off to the next one in line: The Seaside Egg.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 7:30 pm
It was clear that Ayishia was about the burst at the seams over an opportunity such as this, a wide, cockeyed grin plastered to her face as she cautiously followed the crowd across the warm, gently rolling hills of sand. Her eyes flitted from egg to egg as she drank in the vivid colors; her mind couldn't make up what she which she wanted to feel beneath her fingertips first. The girl's first instinct was the gold egg, but seeing Camryn there made her apprehensive.
"In a minute," she spoke aloud to herself in a pragmatic tone and instead went to the Artic Blue egg. After looking around at others, to see if there was a right or wrong way to do this, she let her fingers brush the shell softly. "It's so smooth," she whispered to herself, intrigued.
She was not expecting a reaction to this statement, however, so when the egg gave a sudden slight wiggle as though she jarred it from it's sandy perch, she made a slight "yeep" sound and clumsily stepped back, then darted a glance around to see if anyone saw. Oh shards, the queen was going to eat her if she saw! Tears sprang to her eyes, sure she'd ruined her chances. What if the egg had cracked or hit another egg? Ayi moved away from the egg as fast as she could allow, not wanting to trip, and took to the sidelines a moment to breath. This was too nerve-wracking.
After a few minutes of regaining her nerve, she decided approaching a larger egg might be better; more substantial meant less likely to damage, right? The gold egg was the best option if one was to think in that manner...but would Dorath allow it after her initial clumsiness? Her movements towards the revered gold egg where slow and she glanced at the hovering gold adult dragon periodically to assure she wasn't about to pounce.
This egg was caressed gently with a full hand, the warmth seeping up into her palm and easing her distress when the egg didn't so much as sink deeper into the sand. "Strongly seated," Ayi uttered with relief, letting her fingers trace a gentle circle on the side of the egg now. "Just as I imagine you'll be with your new rider and this Weyr in general. I hope you make more friends than I do, little gold. Or maybe you won't need them. You'll be too important for friends."
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