The time was nigh and the eggs had yet to return. Anxiety and fear ran high with happiness as the dragons began to hum and Suunath and Hyweth's clutches began to wiggle and crack. Early in the morning, Candidates were summoned from their waking routines and hurried into the robes that marked their status as Candidates.
The Stands began to fill soon after and the perches filled with dragons. The Hatching was upon them!
Instructions Revel and Thaliawen:
Your Dragons and their Riders are welcome to RP but the focus is the Hatching, obey the staff is they ask for quiet. No Weyrmates or associated non-candidate characters may be present with the Crimson/Gold Riders. The mothers' riders are also responsible for cracking any dud eggs - Staff will tell you if and when this occurs.
IC Candidates:
If your character is an IC Candidate (Standing) they have been instructed to form up in neat rows, boys to the left, girls to the right. No noise, no arguing, no approaching the eggs, and ALWAYS bow to the mothers. The Candidates lare split into two groups just on either side of the tunnel leading to Hyweth's clutch. Hatchlings are able to find, and Impress, across the two spaces.
Non IC Candidates:
If your character was to be included for consideration but not be an IC Candidate, they must be among the Stands. How and why they get there is up to the individual player so long as it is within reason - please refer to staff if there are issues.
CHARACTERS AT THE WEYR If your character is not in this group, they have been assigned to another group. Only characters in this group, and those who did not sign up for egg searching, may post here.
The Brown Egg - Green Phiroth: Ahmeena (Naree) - This egg is brown. To be honest no one could really come up with another way to describe it, placing your hands on this egg gives you the impression that the dragonet inside is merely staring at you blinking. Maybe its just confused about what happening or maybe its just not very bright, Either way it's simple name reflects its rather simple seeming mind and simple earthy colored egg.
The Pacifist Egg - Brown Jaggeth: Roscoe (Jet) – Cream and green with spots. Laying you hands on this egg gives you the feeling that you are being looked after, kindly in tone it's one of the larger eggs in the bunch..though certainly not the largest, it's tilted a bit towards it's smaller brethren as though looking out for them, like an egg babysitter.
The Languid Egg - Crimson Miath: Cai (Dizz) – Cloudy Grey colour. The smallest of Suunath's eggs lays along the outside edge of the clutch leaning inwards towards it's siblings. It seems despite it's separation, the hatchling within longs for company. It welcomes any touch with a lazy hello and a request to stay with it a while. The sand and sun are wonderfully warm are they not? As you leave there is a distinct feeling of regret that fades a little too quickly.
The Head First Egg - Blue Draildyth: Renio (Fydler) – Purple speckled egg. It is hard to make sense of the feelings emanating from this moderately sized egg. It jumps upon the presence of any who touch it, at times welcoming, at times aggressively. Any attempts at conversation are met with random remarks, as if the hatchling within is talking to someone else entirely. The only consistent thing about this egg is that it trembles with impatience for the next hand to touch it's shell.
The 'Circles-Within-Circles' Egg - Green Vesaldyth: Nyasa (Holy Blasphemy) – Dark blue with swirls. There is a playfulness, a teasing enthusiasm, within this egg. The moment you make contact with it's shell there is an almost tickling feeling within your mind as the hatchling within pokes through your memories. As soon as it finds what it's looking for, whatever that may be, it seems to switch gears and becomes all energy and movement again. Those who linger might get a blunt comment on something the hatchling saw though.
Swelling Egg - Blue Tiakimerth: Feden (Moonstone Dazzle) – Orange fade to yellow egg. When touched, this egg rocks a little - not because it's scared but because it welcomes the inquiry. Its greeting is a swelling flow of positive emotion, gentle and supportive. There is a sense of tranquility about this egg that invites one to step back from the world and enjoy the finer things in life.
Opportune Moment Egg - Green Oishyth: Torin (Heartsbeatinglikethunder) – Plain taupe egg. This egg is carefully weighing each Candidate as they touch it, almost cunningly peeling through obvious answers to find what the motivation is underneath. Unlike some of its siblings, it seems as if this egg has not been moved once since it was placed a bit away from the main Clutch.
Hyweth
The Shivering Egg - Green Aeskeluth: Kodi (Kyrie) – Red with dark stripes. This egg is never still, it shivers,rattles, rolls and shakes in a fashion that might make some think it's about to hatch right now! Placing your hands on the egg certainly inspire a great deal of impatience..this one wants to move, to be elsewhere, right now! But while your lingering around would you mind answering a few questions? Whats your name? Where do you come from? Whats the sun like? A myriad of questions assault you in back to back fashion even as the egg vibrates beneath your hand.
Look Before You Leap Egg - Blue Malcarreth: Carltis (TawnyAngel) - Set off to the side of its siblings this diminutive egg has an eye-catching blood red shell with pretty pattern of stripes and elongated spots in dark grey. When a candidate touches it they discover that this little egg is assessing them and doing so methodically and with a good deal of cynicism for a creature that hasn't even been born yet. It radiates a fierce pride along with the calculating study it makes of candidates, pride enough to fill a rather large bronze.
Damaged Eardrums Egg - Blue Belcarrath: Aleck (Tinnunculus) – Lavender with teal blush. This medium-small egg is definitely there. Definitely. The moment a candidate touches it they will feel almost overwhelmed by the dragonet's mental presence; this is a loud little one, and not shy about pushing inside a candidate's head to find out all about them!
Misdirect Egg - Black Rynsemth: Wen (Shaddaling) – Jagged grey egg. Why, how lovely of you to stop by, and looking so nice! Did you dress up just for me? This egg's greeting is smooth and brimming with flattery, but some more perceptive Candidates may notice an oily undercurrent to the feelings. While the dragon inside is distracting those who touch its shell with pleasantness, it's also busy rifling through their minds.
Raring To Go Egg - Crimson Kibeth: Rochelle (The Nozomi) - This egg is an eye-searing orange and unmarked. When a candidate touches it they are struck by a very important question: why is this egg still an egg? It's pretty bored of being and egg now thanks, and seems to be actively willing itself to hatch. Once touched however the egg will stop its mental shell-busting attempts to pay attention to the candidate at hand, but only in its own good time of course.
Do Not Disturb Egg - Green Syth: Medura (Mortane) – Pale blue egg. This small, pale-shelled egg sits as far away from the others as it can get. Either it doesn't want to be anywhere near its clutchmates, or its clutchmates don't want to be anywhere near it! Either could be the case, or even both. Everyone who touches this egg will find themselves on the receiving end of a sharp mental slap. Go away!
Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 10:53 am
Assistant Candidatemaster Wykla
(Anyone who wants their candidate pulled from the Sands by Wykla is welcome to pm magnadearel so you can work something out. Bear in mind that In Character Actions have In Character Consequences.
Candidates are standing near the tunnel that separates Sunnath's section of the Sands from Hyweth's.)
There was noticeably fewer candidates than she had originally anticipated due to some being sent out with the searchers for the eggs. Wykla hoped that by the egg of Faranth the stolen eggs were returned safely to the Sands. They couldn’t help the outcome there; with any luck the eggs would make it back. So she focused on her candidates, those chosen to stay here at Trine. The time was drawing near for them to stand before the dragonets and be judged.
The teen was oiling her harness when a croon from her blue alerted her. Her eyes darted up, Is it?
It is Mine. The Eggs hatch.
Shards! The searchers, and therefore the eggs hadn’t returned. They would just have to go on without. Wykla quickly set her harness aside and jumped to her feet. It was going to wait. She made her way hastily toward the candidate barracks. Telling any candidate she saw to snap to and get ready for the Hatching. She arrived and made a quick survey of those present; anyone missing got a flit sent after them. Not that many could miss the croons starting from the dragons.
“The Hatching is starting. Change into your white robes and meet me and I’an at the entrance to the Sands. Do not enter until given permission!”
With that the teen turned and headed to the entrance herself. She arrived before any candidates and flagged them down as soon as they started to show. Brown Suspicion came to rest on her shoulder and hissed at the candidates.
“Listen up! Form into lines.” She paused as she waited for the candidates to comply; her eyes pegging the slower ones. “Here’s the rules, and if you’ve heard them before great! Listen to them again! Any candidate not in his or her robes and sandals will not be allowed onto the Sands. You are not allowed to bring anything in with you. Anything! Just yourself.
Once you enter bow to the mothers and their riders. Form a loose semi-circle, but do not approach any hatchlings. Let them come to you. That being said, if you see a dragonet is not interested in you and coming right at out, move out of his or her way. Dragonets always have right of way.” The assistant paused for breath and to check her line of candidates was still listening.
“You may speak softly to each other, but keep it to a minimum. Shouting, shoving, behaving disreputably will not be tolerated by anyone! You will be pulled from the Sands. Finally, if you are lucky enough to find your partner today, bring him or her immediately over to the meat tables. They will be starving, and you want to get out of the way of un-Impressed dragons.”
There was her spiel. Either they would heed her words, or not. With a nod, Wykla lead them onto the Sands. She moved to the side to allow the candidates to pass.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 11:21 am
Wen heard his brown flit start to hum before the dragons, mainly because Cat was right next to his ear. His first thought was his flit eggs were hatchling, in their clay pots, and twisted to the crimson and gold's eggs in a matter of seconds. He hurried to change, momentarily wishing he could keep his leathers on. At least his pants and boots, he rather needed his legs and his feet.
Wen removed Cat from his candidate robe and pushed the brown down, sternly telling the flit no. He shoved his feet into the sandals, planning to lose then when he was out of the candidate masters and helper's sight. Flimsy clothes and cheap ungainly sandals. He moved out and joined the group around Wykla on the left and followed them out onto the sand.
He bowed to both queens and waited, glancing around, taking a survey of the stands and his fellow candidates. Wen caught sight of two of his flits near the dragon perches and hoped they wouldn't make a nuisances of themselves. The hatchling didn't need mischievous flits on top of missing eggs.
Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 11:25 am
Cai Cai stood just inside the Hatching Sands entrance. The healer's had been preparing for the hatching, setting up their workstation and gathering their supplies for the inevitable wounded that accompanied these 'joyous' events. As such when the thrum began to vibrate through the air she was already there.
Cai at least had bullied them into placing it where she could see the crimson Hyweth's clutch from where they stood. It could very well be her first time seeing an atypical hatched and come fall or fire Cai was not about to miss it because some brat had burned their toes.
She rolled up the sleeves of her too-short borrowed tunic, cracked the seal of the first numbweed jar and tried not to let worry eat her up about the missing eggs...
Dizzian
Courath lifted her head, her own thrum rising to join the other dragons as her eyes glowed with excitement. ~ The Hatching starts!~
Dizzian felt that moment of panic as her mind immediately jumped to 'Where are my robes?!'. A flash of confusion, then a snort of disbelief as she realized what a stupid thought that had been. She'd never have to drop what she was doing for a Hatching ever again.
"Let me tighten these straps Courath..." She'd just fit a new set of pads onto Courath's riding straps. She was still young and their daily practicing had worn through the old one's quickly. These new ones were made of sturdier stuff and while they weren't as pretty. Dizzian would rather have Courath comfortable than pretty straps.
She mounted up and buckled herself in, shifting her seat to make sure everything was tight. "Ready girl?"
~ When am I never?!~ Courath launched in the air, rising and circling high over the weyr before coming down again in front of the Sands, avoiding the line of candidates and letting Dizzian off with a loving nuzzle.
As Courath left to take her place among the dragon perches, Dizzian glanced around the growing crowd...looking for someone to sit with. Hekate was out trying to retrieve the missing eggs... Dizzian blanched at the thought as she took a seat with some room around her. Maybe someone she knew would spot her before she saw them.
Zarike This would be the last clutch. The LAST clutch Zarike had to spend watching from the stands. It was enough to soothe the frustrated boy for now as the dragons started to thrum and he, like the candidates, bolted for the Hatching Sands. Unlike them he didn't have to wait to change clothes though. No, dressed in his normal (if a little dirty) attire, Zarike took the stairs two at a time to get to the lowest tier. He planted himself right at the railing with a look on his face that said he would NOT be moved.
If he couldn't be down there himself to Impress, by the first egg he'd be as close as he could to cheer for his friend Orlina.
A Hatching never failed to make his heart rate pick up. This was in a small part because - despite his cranky attitude - he enjoyed hatchings. In a large part it was because he knew that he might well be looking at some very badly injured young people soon, have to deal with it, keep them alive and that always sent a rush of adrenaline through you; not excitement, but the controlled, channelled energy that fuelled him during an emergency. Finally a very large part of it was because of Berath's excitement.
There was always a tingle of bittersweet to hatchings too of course - never for her - and today... today there was worry as well. Wherever they were the other eggs would soon be hatching too.
He didn't have time to dwell on that though; giving himself a shake he moved over to Cai, leaning heavily on his cane. "This will be the first time you've seen atype eggs broken open, won't it?" he asked softly, his voice not audible to anyone else thanks to the humming of the dragons and the surseance of chatter from the stands.
Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 11:44 am
Roscoe woke to Clay's eager humming, the sight of her crimson hide dulled his excitement just a little bit once he realized what the humming was all about. The dull knot of fear in his gut only amplified as he got ready..but he managed to keep a somewhat calm look on his face, ignoring the rest of the candidates as they rushed around getting ready.
Once ready he made his way towards the sands, making it in time to listen to the Candidate masters orders. It was pretty much the same as all the other hatchings he had been a part of and that familiarity calmed him somewhat. Sure this was a new Weyr..with new rules and a new mindset..but hatchings were hatchings in the end right? Lining up with the others after paying his respects he turned his attention to the eggs.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 12:11 pm
Renio
Hatching, hatching, hatching, hatchinghatchinghatchinghatching. Renio practically vibrated with excitement as he changed into his robes, hands fumbling with a combination of nerves and energy. He couldn't believe it was finally here! The theft of the eggs had been a horrible tragedy, it still was, but even that couldn't completely quell his feelings. He just hoped his dragon wasn't in one of the stolen eggs... Oh no! What would happen to it if it hatched and he wasn't there? Ohohohoh, he definitely hoped that wouldn't be the case!
His mind racing, he finished dressing and joined the group of male Candidates. 'You may speak softly to each other' was all he needed to hear, and Renio looked at those surrounding him with wide eyes. "Which do you think is going to hatch first? Do you think the eggs that were stolen are hatching as well? I bet they are! Maybe the search groups have already found them and they're on their way back right now. How cool would that be?" So caught up in his words, he almost forgot to bow to the queens, but did take a moment to backtrack and bow to each of them.
Settling into the semi-circle, Renio eyed the eggs, trying to catch even the slightest of wiggling from one of them. Ooooh, hatchinghatchinghatching.
Zifea
The eggs were hatching. Oh crap.
Zifea breathed deeply, clenching her hands together and taking a personal moment while the other Candidates around her bustled to dress. She could do this. Why was she so nervous? She knew what she had to do and could repeat her lessons almost verbatim. She'd grown up in a Weyr, been around dragons her whole life...but this was still her first time Standing. Inexperience beget nervousness, she supposed.
She then dressed silently, listening to the excited whispers around her. They were all so hopeful, so certain of their chances. No one even mentioned the simple fact that there were not enough eggs for everyone to walk away happy, and there were even fewer eggs now. Zifea, for one, was not certain at all. If you didn't expect anything then when it didn't happen there was no need to be disappointed.
She formed into the line, bowing respectfully at the mothers as she passed, and then took her place on the sands. A tense knot of nerves had settled into her stomach, and she realized her hands were clenched again. She could do this.
Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 12:31 pm
Feden
It was time. The second he had been informed of the events, Feden was scrambling into proper attire, trying to make himself look his best. Orn hummed to him, clearly excited by the events. It almost made Feden laugh, had he not been worried about tossing his food from earlier. With quick and eager steps, he'd left Orn by his bed (Much to the fire lizard's annoyance, he'd assume) and headed out for the Sands. He'd heard stories of hatchings, but... Experiencing one was an altogether different experiencing.
Swallowing his nervousness, Feden took a bow to the queens before him, and took his place in the rows. He listened to the candidate nearby- Ren... Something, he thought. He'd never actually spoken to the other before. Not that that was saying much- Feden was not a social fellow- but still. The least he could do, on such a dire hatching, was listen.
"I just hope they're alright," Feden murmured back, uncertain of what else to say. If the poor dragonet hatched without theirs present...
"It'd be a shame to lose any dragons, you know? And-" Feden lowered his voice further, so that it was no more than a whisper.
"And if... If one of those dragons had been seeking me, and I wasn't there... I'd never forgive myself." The candidate sighed at this, shifting uneasily at the dark turn his thoughts had taken.
"I, um. At any rate, good luck to you. I hope you get what you're after, from all of this." Feden uneasily offered the other candidate, flashing him a nervous smile as well.
Then he trained his attention to the eggs, waiting.
Guh, eggs. Rochelle heard the humming along with the crazy all around them. She'd had the day off and with it being the time of day it happened to be, prepping for breakfast with mister Carltis. She paused on their way out and dashed back to change.
It didn't take long and, once there, she grabbed his arm with a squeak. "Today we conquer!" She all but crowed, quieting with the Weyrlingmaster and her announcement. Her voice softened to a hiss. "Today we conquer."
But... to the Sands, white robe swirling around her ankles. She near vibrated with excitement. Before they reached the Sands and could be parted, she squeezed his hand whether he wanted it or not.
"Good luck, Carltis."
Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 12:48 pm
[Carltis]
Humming.
His stomach did a flip and his heart started to race.
Hatching.
The last turn he could Impress.
This might be his last chance ever.
Along with Rochelle he rushed back to the barracks to change, trying to get his rising panic under control. Confident. Feel confident. There probably weren't any eggs out there he couldn't Impress, though he supposed the Pacifist might be a brown. Anyway, all or almost all were dragons he could Impress and a fair bit of competition had been removed by the hunt for the lost eggs. He had a chance.
Smoothing down the ridiculous robe and feeling rather naked in the lightweight white material he stepped back outside. Rochelle soon located him and they set off for the Sands. When she squeezed his hand he gave her a half nervous, half excited grin and squeezed back.
"Same to you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 1:49 pm
As stragglers hastened to find space in the Stands and the last few candidates arrived and took up their place near the tunnel leading through to Hyweth's clutch several of the eggs started to rock violently. The Do not disturb egg on the edge of the smaller crimson clutch fell over and rolled still further away from its clutchmates. Harline cracks started to appear on its pale blue shell as it came to rest once more, but only a moment later it gave another violent twitch.
It was the brown egg however that was going to provide the first hatchling of the day. From a standing, still, silent start amongst Sunnath's eggs it positively exploded to reveal a bright-hided young green. Snorting and shaking herself she looked around with hungry red eyes, scanning the collection of candidates and the Stands. She blinked. She turned to look up at her mother and rumbled a greeting that sounded rather deep and very throaty for a dragonet just out of its shell.
With Sunnath acknowledged the green turned to face the candidates again and after a few moments she began to prowl towards them, tail swishing behind her. There was definitely something predatory about her, a boldness to her step that belied her small size and what some thought of her colour; no shrinking violet or flighty fearful creature, this one.
Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 1:52 pm
Darsha She heard the humming deep in her bones, and shivered. This was it! And yet... there was something wrong with the day. The stolen eggs were still missing, and if their clutchmates were hatching, were the stolen eggs going to hatch as well? Were the little dragons going to go between with nobody to Impress to? And what if Hers had been in one of the eggs that had been stolen? The thought brought a wave of despair to the young Candidate. But Darsha was not a girl who was accustomed to being overly worried or depressed, and she had quickly adjusted her attitude as she changed her clothes and sprinted towards the sands.
There were eggs here that needed her and the other candidates, and the best thing she could possibly do at the moment was to go stand on those sands and pray and pray and pray that Hers was here, somewhere. Darsha longed to impress a dragon, and while she knew that it often took candidates many tries before they found Theirs, she had the reckless confidence of youth that made her feel as if she were special, that she would not have to wait.
She arrived at the sands and took her place, glancing at the eggs with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was happening. It was really happening!
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With the eggs on the sands hatching, Roscoe couldn't help but spare a thought for the ones that had been stolen..including the golden egg. How hard would this be for Sunnath and her rider. On one hand joy for the hatchling still left and impressing..but such a sad loss that gold..and several of the other large eggs as well. Bitter sweet this hatching - unless of course the searching groups had some luck. Not that it would help him any...his pool of possible impressions had shrunken greatly. Too many small eggs left.
And sadly it was one of those smaller eggs that hatched first, a green who looks like she had an attitude about her. Keeping his eye on the green Roscoe decided to stay out of her way. Being mauled by a moody green wasn't high on his list of fun things to do today. No luck for the Weyr though, a green hatching first wasn't considered lucky at all, that was too bad really, the Weyr could have used some luck lately.
Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 2:14 pm
[Rochelle]
She'd expected a growl, not a grin. She brightened with Carltis' grin before she turned to her own fate. The glass crafter bowed to the mothers. And scampered to the girls side. Filing in with the others for the first time, she smoothed that silly white robe and sank back into herself.
The little green slammed out and she bounced o.nto her toes in excitement, eyes wide and pleased because, shaff, yes. Green! Energetic looking green.
So excited!
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 2:33 pm
Medura stood amongst the other candidates and glanced about the sands watching the other candidates as well as the eggs. She stood tall, her back straight and face solemn. Then the Brown egg hatched and a beautiful green stepped out of it drawing a small smile from Medura. This was a dragon who certainly wasn't shy about showing her stuff. She had to admire the green for that. Color or not she was a fine beginning of a fine clutch and Medura did her best not to let the lack of other eggs bother her.
Hopefully they would fair as well as those on the sands would.
