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Post by Trith on Oct 26, 2010 6:54:43 GMT -5
Where: Hatching Sands What: Touching!! When: Midmorning. Who: Trith Samhara and everyone else! Warnings: Wouldn’t you like to know!
She was healing. That much was certain to a much less frazzled looking Goldrider as she surveyed Trith milling about her clutch. Whether it was time slowly easing the pain of her wounds -both physical and soul-deep- or the clutch bringing out a softer side to the gold, she had started speaking again. It was wonderful to hear that soft voice once more, and Samhara had deepened the mental link until her emotions flowed through to the gold like sweet, soothing rain water, showing how much her rider had missed her usually jubilant presence. As if sensing her attention, Trith paused in her adjustments and looked up at her rider sitting near the queen’s couch, her eyes a peaceful whirl of green and blue. As if assuring herself and her rider of her continued well-being, Trith slowly spread her great wings, a show of the growing good health after her disastrous Flight. The dragonhealers said by the time the clutch hatched, she would be healed enough to work on her flying again, and the news had overwhelmed the Weyr, glad tidings for all.
Trith went back to her care of the clutch, gentle and tapping here and there, testing the strength of the shells and feeling something within each that told her the egg and the hatchlings were properly ready. Mine, they are ready for a Touching. that soft voice blossomed in her head, and Samhara smiled, still relieved to be hearing the gold after so long in silence. She’d never realized just how much Trith’s gentle teasing and good-natured quips meant to her until they were no longer there. By all means, lovely, tell them to come. I’m sure they’ll be glad to hear you. She kept any of the lingering rancor from her voice with the strictest of control. Trith didn’t need a reminder that the clutch had been forced on her, but the good nature of dragons allowed the gold to see past the father and love the children as all golds did. She would be wary though, and when the Candidates approached, Samhara would have them informed that they should be on their best behavior.
The amount of spectators and dragons around the hatching sands had eventually dwindled, only a few now on guard now that Trith was well on the mend and feeling better, her bronze suitors notably still around. Trith straightened and sent out a bugle call, accompanied by a mental caress to everyone in the Weyr. All candidates, the Touching will begin shortly. Your presence is required on the sands. The announcement complete, Trith moved lightly to settle herself mid-way between the clutch and her couch.
Samhara glanced around, noting the ex-Weyrleader’s quick arrival up a flight of stairs. He must have been nearby. Gareth certainly still hung in attendance to his Queen. She walked to him, taking a seat on the edge of the warm sands where he joined her, preferring to stand. “Have Gareth pass on a request for everyone to remain calm and be respectful. She’s still… wary.” He nodded, and after a moment, the bronze rang out the tactful message. Candidates be aware, you are to remain on your best behavior and remember your manners when approaching a Queen.
She nodded with a small smile, and returned her gaze to Trith. They’d be alright. She’d be alright. All she needed was more time, and she’d heal completely, and once she was in the air again, Samhara had a feeling the gold would finish healing the inner wound as well.
The Tasseography Clutch
Apple-Cinnamon Egg Aureum Tea Egg Black Tea Egg Chai Egg Chamomile Egg Darjeeling Egg Earl Grey Egg Fireside Egg Five Fairy Flower Egg Ginseng Egg Green Tea Egg Jasmine Egg Lemongrass Egg Maté Egg Mint Egg Oolong Egg Orange Zest Egg Oriental Spice Egg Pekoe Egg Pheonix Pearls Egg Rooibos Egg Yellow Tea Egg White Tea Egg
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Oct 26, 2010 7:30:41 GMT -5
When the call came from the lady gold, Raelwyn was in the kitchen seeing to her chores for the day. Slicing tubers for lunch, the girl suddenly stiffened, her knife pausing in mid-cut. Green eyes growing wide while a smile curved her lips, the candidate quickly sat the blade down with a hurried apology to the drudges nearest her and dashed from the room, knowing that they too heard the queen’s summons. There was no time to waste, none at all! Of course, the girl looked less than lovely, seeing as she was in the middle of her chores when called upon, but she was decent enough. She probably looked as good as any of them would, considering her job was one of the least dirty. As she dashed from the kitchens, two flits appeared above her, having been stirred from their nap by the dragoness’s mighty bugle. Grinning, Raelwyn laughed as she ran. “It’s the Touching!” She told the two excitedly, though she doubted either of them really understood. Of course, Tydus would, perhaps, since he had seen this at the last clutch, but Cloud certainly wouldn’t.
Dashing headlong up the stairs without regard to slipping, the candidate grabbed at her skirt to keep it out of the way and plowed ahead, her bronze and brown making excited circles as they picked up on her exhilaration. As she topped the steps, another voice echoed in her mind, and Raelwyn slowed, a worried frown pulling at her brows. Trith still wasn’t whole, it seemed, but the news that she was recovering had made the candidate feel much better. Of course, the queen certainly couldn’t just forget what had happened, but the harper missed the sweet gold of before. She felt so sorry for the dragoness, and though she wished there was something she could do, she doubted there was. Unless Trith wanted to hear some of her music, but that wasn’t likely.
Minding the bronze’s words, the girl slowed as she approached the sands, seeing a few dragons still standing guard over the gold and her clutch. A wise idea, in the candidate’s mind. Who knew when that filthy, disgusting stranger would show back up? A little snarl pulled at her mouth, and Raelwyn had to force herself to push those thoughts away. She had no desire to remind Trith of what that…that beast had done to her. Yes, she called him a beast. He didn’t deserve to be called a dragon, not after what he did to their queen. In fact, even beast was too good for him; perhaps monster would do better. Her two flits landed on her shoulders, their gazes whirling a bit yellow at the thoughts their bonded held. Tydus even forgot to snap at Cloud for being on Hisgirl’s shoulder, he was so worried. Sighing, the harper once more cleared her mind, reminding herself that a good, healthy clutch lay upon the sands and Trith was being guarded constantly now. There was nothing to fear for the lady gold, except hope that time healed all of her wounds, and not just the physical ones.
Approaching close enough now for the queen to see her, the candidate sent her two pets to the stands to watch, uncertain if the dragoness would want them near her clutch. Suddenly noting that she was the first to arrive, the girl felt that her actions were even more crucial, as she would be representing what was to come. Raelwyn was certain to be extremely careful this day, to exhibit every courtesy she could to the gold. It was the absolute least she deserved, after what she had been through. Stepping forward lightly and respectfully, the candidate curtsied as low as her body would possibly allow, one knee almost touching the sands below. Her harper blood sang loudly. “Lovely queen Trith and wise Weyrwoman, my duty to you both. I hope to find you well and wish you both a fair day.” Pausing for only a moment after her greeting, Rael continued, her voice smooth and reverent. “I would be deeply grateful if you would allow me the great honor of Touching your extraordinary clutch.” Your clutch, not his, she bitterly thought, careful to keep that to herself.
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Oct 26, 2010 8:26:09 GMT -5
Pausing in the middle of cleaning the cheeks of a small girl in the crèche, Elric couldn’t help but quirk a brow at the voice that echoed in his head. It was soft and lovely, yes, but also held an underlying strength like rolling thunder. It commanded his attention, which was quickly given, and he couldn’t help but stiffen at the words. The boy had never had a queen bespeak him directly, and it was far, far more powerful in his mind than the searchblue’s. It was the Touching he was called to, a tradition he had been instructed of in candidate lessons. Nodding once, the boy focused his black gaze upon the girl before him, who grinned as she caught his eyes. Apparently, the gold’s voice had reached her as well. “Be good.” Elric instructed, patting her head gently as he stood and passed the others that were also assigned to his chore. The candidate nodded to them as he left, knowing that they, too, would have heard the dragoness’s voice if the girl had. Then, yet another voice bespoke him, this time masculine, and he was careful to heed that advice.
Quickly, he strode through the halls, his long legs making quick work of the stairs once he reached them. Elric was tall and strong, and he was swift in his movements. Outwardly impassive, the boy appeared to be as aloof as ever. However, despite his apparently composed exterior, the candidate did indeed feel something, an anticipation edging it’s way into his usual calm emotions. However, unlike many others who would perhaps become nervous or jittery with such a monumental event occurring, the former runner remained solid, a rock in the storm as he always was. There was a cool anticipation within, a desire to see the eggs that would perhaps hold his future partner. Approaching the sands, Elric paused, watching a blonde bow and greet the gold and her rider. This, too, had been covered in his lessons, and would be simple enough for the logical boy. He was nothing if not polite, quite usually. The candidate stood upon the edge of the sands for a moment, waiting until the girl finished, and then approached respectfully.
This was the first chance Elric had received to truly study the clutch from this close, and he was rather fascinated. The eggs were far larger than he had anticipated, and in a variety of mottled, shifting hues that danced before him in an array of colors. Some were attractive, others less so, but even more impressive than the eggs was the majestic, massive mother who watched over her clutch. Trith was…well, she was many things, all of which were powerful. Impressive and awe-inspiring, the queen held an unmistakable regality about her, far more noble than any creature he had ever encountered. Her presence was vast, and unquestionably imperious, and yet, Elric remembered what he had been told after arriving at Cerulean, of the things she had been forced to endure. It sickened him to the point where he could almost do something highly illogical to that bronze, all of which were violent and quite unlike the boy’s usually composed thoughts.
Every move was given reverently, respectful in actions and words, and Elric bowed as well as to be expected of a candidate that held neither holder nor harper blood. Nevertheless, he was obviously extremely courteous of the gold, show in his calm yet well-mannered voice as he addressed her. “Lady Trith, lady Weyrwoman, my duty to you. I wish to express my sincere gratitude and am honored to be given such an opportunity. Would you allow me to Touch your eggs?” The boy was simple in his words, as always, but they were unmistakably filled with respect and admiration. No, he had never before been in the presence of so strong or powerful a creature as this regal gold, and so gave her his reverence, as well as her able rider. They deserved it, especially after what had been forced upon them.
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 10:22:05 GMT -5
Perched among the rafters, a bronze hide that had rarely left was still visible, though still near the door as possible. Unlike Gareth, Dysiiliouth did not have the excuse of having been a mate prior to the fiasco, however short a time they were, and had no desire to impinge upon the gold ones’ space below. Still, the bronze felt it necessary to be there, guarding over her, and the clutch, and out of a joy at the hatchlings that would come. To him, the clutch was hers and hers alone, but he still found pleasure in the thought that soon, new dragonets would be on the sands, finding theirs as he had found his. The bronze, though, was once again sprawled, since few came to his spot there, tail curled about his lounging frame, and wings draped and somewhat hanging over the railing.
At least, he was until the announcement was made. A pleased rumble at the news traveled down his throat, though he restrained further noise after that, especially given the warning from the older bronze. Still, he sent a wash of joy and love to his, who had left him to his own devices and been in their personal weyr working lately. ~V’ton. You should come. And Eneth is a good bronze.[/color]~ Dysiiliouth rumbled faintly in amusement at the response he received, hoping it wouldn’t annoy Trith below as he straightened, wings folding back to his side, eyes whirling green. It wouldn’t do to be lounging like a rug, as his told him (whatever that meant) at a touching.
~Yes, but it’s not the dragon in that pair I’m worried about! Shardit all, I suppose I can bring my lists with me and observe from there.~ V’ton pushed back from his desk with a sigh, rubbing his temples. Given the status of the Weyrlings, he and the other Wing Leaders had started going over them, trying to figure out who would fit best with what wing-r if any could start a wing of their own. He was already certain when the news leaked out that F’ren, the one he’d been discussing, would want his own wing. The boy, from his limited experience, was certainly still full of himself. Then again… A fair number of bronze riders tended to be. A smile quirked his lips at that thought, remembering his conversations with Keiko on the subject.
~I told you she was good for you.[/color]~ Came the rumbling thought, teasing him gently, before V’ton groaned. ~Hush. I have no knowledge of it ever going beyond what it has or returning there again. That is up to Keiko.~ Still, V’ton moved somewhat quicker towards the grounds, and nodded in pleasure at seeing Samhara and Trith looking much better, and two candidates already being present. Moving forward, the Wing Leader stopped a distance away, to one side, before bowing to Samhara and Trith. “Good day, Weyrwoman, Trith.” He offered, eyes bright as his dragons own green-blue whirl for the moment. Attention on Trith, the smile deepened some. “Your clutch looks lovely, beautiful queen. Thank you for allowing the candidates to come.”
Keeping little impact on the words aside from affirming that he considered the clutch Trith’s and no others, and making no mention or thought of the flight, V’ton bowed once more before moving back, taking a seat where he would have a good view, and tucking down the folder of notes he brought. Somehow, he didn’t think he’d get much work done on them, given all that often occurred at touchings. It would be interesting to see the candidates, and scout potential future wing riders. Assuming they Impressed, that was.
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Oct 26, 2010 11:17:05 GMT -5
To put it simply, Keiko hated firestone bagging. It was the single most filthy, disgusting chore she had ever had the displeasure of performing, and she complained bitterly the whole time. “Ugh, this is like, the worst thing ever.” The girl moaned, ignoring the glare the dockmaster directed her way. Just because he ruled over the docks didn’t mean she was going to worry about what he thought of her. All she cared about was how those she liked thought of her. Namely, Jazzy, V’ton, and Trith. Well, and the eggs, of course! Listlessly dropping more heavy stone inside the bag, the candidate thought longingly of the clutch on the sands, of finding her partner among those glorious eggs. Even though she could have totally hamstrung that jerk of a bronze, it wasn’t the babies’ fault, and Keiko wanted nothing more than to finally Impress. Besides, Trith was one of the most beautiful and glorious dragons she had ever laid eyes on, despite whatever that stupid ugly beast did to her, and to Impress to one of her clutch…oh, how badly the girl wanted it!
Sighing for what was likely the hundredth time, the candidate abruptly froze, grey eyes going wide at the voice in her mind. It was time? It was! The Touching was beginning! Grinning, she winked mischievously at the other workers and darted off, more than happy to shirk on that particular chore. She had chipped her nail polish and even gotten smudges all over her clothing. Wrinkling her nose as she ran up the steps, Keiko decided that she couldn’t go straight to the sands. She looked absolutely terrible, and she wasn’t about to appear before the queen like that. She had a few moments of leniency, especially with how quickly she had dropped her nasty chore. Grabbing the door as she passed, she ducked into the candidate barracks, practically falling into her room. As she did, Jazzy jumped up, his tail wagging and ready to pounce on the girl.
“Can’t cuddle right now, Jazz!” She chirped, expertly avoiding his leap and dashing over to her trunk. “I gotta go see babies!” Tilting his head, the black canine watched her curiously as she practically jerked off her clothing and washed her hands before pulling on replacements so quickly it was magic. “Bye baby, I’ll feed you later!” With that, Keiko ran out, pelting toward the sands. By then, several candidates had already arrived, but she certainly wasn’t late. Smoothing her hair down, heeding the bronze’s previous advice, she slowed before actually getting too close, making sure her bright pink shirt and pink-and-black striped skirt was settled nicely. She looked…bright and strange against the others, but that was just Keiko for you. She always stood out with her quirky fashion sense.
Approaching the queen, the candidate glanced to the side and found her favorite bronzerider seated and watching them, and she was suddenly extremely glad she had stopped to change. Winking flirtatiously at V’ton, the girl wiggled her fingers at him in greeting, turning back towards the gold when the line moved. A satisfied smile was on her lips as she did, thinking of the day she had arrived at Cerulean. They had…become quite close that day, and had promised to see more of each other afterward. Honestly, Keiko truly liked the wingleader, not just his more decadent skills, and she was looking forward to spending more time with him. More intimate time wouldn’t hurt, either. Pushing those thoughts away as she neared the lady gold, the candidate found herself becoming a little more subdued than usual. To think of what Trith had gone through…it made the girl want to find that jerk of a dragon and pull out his claws one by one. However, she smiled brightly at the dragon and rider as she stood before them, curtsying with flair. “Hello, dear beauty of a gold. And hello, lovely Weyrwoman. I would totally love to Touch your eggs, if you would please allow it.”
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 11:20:28 GMT -5
Having been using some rare free time to go over the items he’d brought from the cave, Savareniel was hip deep in a mess as the summons came. Of course, he could leave the items spread about him as they were but… Really, he still wasn’t sure about this whole thing. Hadn’t it been proven already at Fort Weyr that no dragon wanted much to do with him? Freynth aside, but he suspected the blue was as crazy as his rider, really… The young man scowled, and sighed, before shaking his head. It wasn’t like he didn’t love the dragons, after all, nor secretly wish he had Impressed… But this many hatchings? With a shrug, he knelt once more, carefully folding pelts about the blades and various jewelry strewn all over.
Of course, his extreme care had nothing to do with delaying something which brought him conflicting, intense emotions. Not at all. As he fiddled, making sure each piece was set just –so-, and tried to control the memories of learning at his families knee about the beings he was going to be face to face with soon in another hatching, and today in a form at the clutching, Shen seemingly decided she’d had enough. And popped into place right in front of him, scolding, pleading, and cajoling mightily, somewhat puffed.
The little green had been hovering in the kitchens, begging tidbits from the drudges she trusted, when she’d felt the bigbigBIGgolds voice in her, followed by the bigbigBIGgolds prior mate, and he was just a bigBIGbronze, summoning everyone. She –knew- that meant hers, and was torn, because she’d just been given the mostdeliciousever morsel of carefully cooked, juicing red meat. Hunger winning briefly-after all, she could go to Hers after eating it!-the green carefully devoured her prize, trilling her happiness as she did so in a rather comical way.
When finished, Shen took the time to lick each paw clean, and her muzzle, before thinking about anothertastynom. That is, until she felt hers worryingsad again, and vanished instantly to his side Between, inundated with hismemoryimagebronzegreenpeople that she’d never met and sensed wouldn’t, since he’d told her (though she’d forgotten) that they were Betweened. As she hung there, wings forcing cold air into Hers’ face, Shen cheeped once more, and deflated, as HerSav finally started to chuckle at her. Settling onto his shoulders, the green crooned softly and rubbed her cheek over him as he grinned at her, finishing his packing quickly.
“Not going to let me get by, huh, Shen?” He asked, smiling softly, and wondering if she knew something he didn’t-though he knew better than to try and guess. Remembering the bronzes’ warning, and the disaster of a flight, the young man raced to the entrance, feeling a strange hope stirring in his breast. As he slowed and entered, noticing a couple of bronze riders and three of the other candidates, he dared to think that maybe, this time, he could Impress. A clutch of 23 lay before him, and he blinked in faint awe at the beauty, before remembering his manners.
Striding forward, Sav stopped a safe distance from the clutch and Trith, before bowing, low, and not rising more than enough to glance up at the gold and her Weyrwoman before speaking, still in obeisance. “Good morning, Weyrwoman Samhara, Clutchmother Trith. I am glad for the chance to be here, to meet your children.” There was a slight emphasis on the your, and true sincerity on his wanting to be there, however abrupt the mood change inspired by his green firelizard was. Staying in the bow, he glanced between the eggs, and the two, “May I move among them?” he asked, somewhat tense in fear of rejection. On his shoulder, Shen cheeped and chirped a greeting to the bigbigBIGgold clutchmother, admiring the 23 eggs herself, and stayed tightly on HerSav’s shoulder, feeling a wee bit possessive.
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Post by Kira on Oct 26, 2010 13:41:01 GMT -5
She had been plotting. OH, had she been plotting. She was well aware of Jaxi's capabilities as a Searchdragon, and so from the moment he and S'lain had dragged in a seemingly reluctant Mikovren to the Infirmary she had kept her eyes open. The kid was good at his craft, that was for sure - even if he had been one of those that had kept his nose in too many books and his hands away from too many patients. His bedside manner could certainly use some work, but it never escaped that - despite his prodding and sarcasm - he was very perceptive nonetheless. And he certainly had a love for all things draconic, she'd noticed.
Which was why she was going to get him to that sharding Touching. The Hatching would be dealt with when the time came.
A small grin dancing in her eyes, she sent Jaser ahead of her to soften the kid up a bit. Chirping mischievously, the large blue dropped off her shoulders and zipped through a door. Re-curling himself around Miko's shoulders, the blue sent him some happythoughts. Especially about bigwinggolds and prettyprettyeggs. Though Tess was no actress, she had certainly had some practice in schooling her features while dealing with patients. Wiping the grin off her face, she replaced it with a laughing smile. "Jase, you scoundrel, where did you- Oh! Heya, Miko," she greeted. She had latched onto the poor guy's nickname terrifyingly quickly, and refused to use anything but unless it was serious business being spoken.
"Did you hear Trith?" she said with a bounce. Just because she was plotting didn't mean that she wasn't actually excited, after all. "Let's go see them!" Taking a moment to step back and put a hand to her chin, eying Miko critically, she nodded. "You're still young enough you could even be allowed to touch them, actually. Let's go!" Reaching out, she latched onto Miko's arm and tugged him out of the Infirmary. She was far stronger than she looked, or that anyone expected from a dress-wearing, long-haired woman like herself, and it wasn't all that hard to drag along the other smaller Healer.
Hoping to keep him unaware of her intentions, she chattered on animatedly the whole way. "Really, it's an awesome experience. I got to touch some of Fannith's eggs back a Silver Cove-" if her voice still caught a little when mentioning her old home, she gave it no mind, "-and it was simply amazing. It's probably been described in your books, right?" She paused, not exactly waiting for his answer before continuing. "It would be a good experience to see what they meant firsthand, too. Gives you a little insight into the Riders, really."
Finally arriving at the Sands, she gave Miko a little push toward Trith, making sure the queen saw him and he knew it. Any attempts to run would now present insult. Leaning over, she whispered as a last word, "Sadly, I aged out of being allowed two years ago now. I'll see you afterward!" And with that, she gave a semi-graceful curtsy to Trith and made her way over to stand with the other three non-Candidates, giving them a grin.
...Which she realized would have been a lot less awkward if she'd actually spoken to K'roi since the Flight. Eep.
((Permission to drag Miko there granted by Lothy~! XD))
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 26, 2010 14:52:55 GMT -5
It had been a pleasant enough morning, really. Quiet, with no patients requiring his attention, thankfully. Eneth had been seen, and he had –finally- calmed down from that little episode. It had been productive, as well, in that he had successfully found a valid reason to leave the Weyr proper in a short while, repeatedly, for several days, in several different areas. Perfectly sound reasoning, too, given the stack of paperwork on his desk reflecting the inventory of the dried and fresh herbs, as well as what was needed near immediately for restocking certain remedies that always ran out quickly. And a list of places marked on a map to find them.
No, it was his job, not him avoiding the eggs lying on the sands waiting hatch. He would never do such a thing…
This was, of course, the reason he was charting a plan, and had his kit for gathering supplies in the field strewn across his bed, checking the pieces. His healers kit, though, was by the door on it’s stand like always, which was shortly to be a very good thing, as he found himself suddenly hosting a blue he knew rather well about his shoulders. With a grin, Miko set down the quill to give Jaser a scratch, before belatedly realizing Tess was probably on her way. And would see what he was up to.
”Shards.”
Rising, Miko had quickly thrown the kit back together and stuffed it under the bed haphazardly, before reaching for his kit. He didn’t think it was an emergency, what with the blue’s sharing (which he’d never admit delighted him) of the eggs and Trith. He grinned at the blue again and gave him a caress along his back just as his hand closed on the strap to his kit’s bag-and just as suddenly found himself being dragged by a bouncing, determined Tess before he really had a chance to comprehend what was going on.
In that manner, he dragged, not stumbling or gliding, face somewhat shocked before he threw a mask on, Mikovren found himself headed unerringly towards the sands-and then the words penetrated his surprise. Trying to dig his heels in, he found out quickly, had little effect, as did trying to get a word in edgewise with the bubbling woman at his side. A scowl marred his face quickly, and he glanced about to see if S’lain or Jaxith would either come to his rescue or admit a part, even as he found himself suddenly standing face to face with Trith and her clutch. She wanted him to –what-? Oh, for the love of Faranth, when he got himself out of this mess….
Awkwardly, the journeyman straightened himself and his clothes, becoming slightly peeved that his hair was down, rather than bound still, since he’d not anticipated going out of his room yet, and blinked. Deciding that since he had no choice-he knew how harshly a queen would react to someone who had been presented to her walking away-Miko half-bowed, serious, yet still hiding in a mask of carelessness when others were looking. He let Trith, however, see the startlement-and awe, as he glanced at, really –looked- at, her clutch, and swallowed around a suddenly dry throat before he could speak.
He’d been to several hatchings, seen a touching occur, shards, he’d watch Trith lay this clutch just a few sevendays ago… and now he was suddenly forced to wonder if S’lain had been dancing around why, exactly… entirely he’d been brought here. More so even after S’lain had admitted Jaxith was a sensitive Search Dragon. Pulling his mind back, and away from the eggs and the plot against him, Miko forced the words from his mouth, half his attention still on the clutch and the candidates (which he could not, would not, dared not consider himself such). “Trith, Samhara. I… I would be honored to meet your children…” He offered, still half bowed, before he straightened abruptly, noticing finally that Trith had her wings spread, and moved without sign of strain or pain.
“Trith! You are healing well!” He grinned, suddenly, all masks slipping away briefly at that joyous thought. He could see Tess cringing as she stood near K’roi, and wondered faintly if more had happened than she let on before… and felt somewhat vindictive about it, too. Still, that was neither here nor there. He’d deal with Tess and S’lain… eventually.
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Plot
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Post by Plot on Oct 27, 2010 0:13:02 GMT -5
This is an OOC Plot message! ALL Candidates will have had a chance to get to the Sands and walk amongst the eggs before anyone here notices the events elsewhere in the Weyr. Even if you don't have your Candidates in yet, feel free to bring them in and have them drift among the eggs to touch as many as they like.
They will have about an IC twenty-five minute window to do so. We will put in another notice when people here may begin reacting to the events elsewhere!
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 6:28:53 GMT -5
When the call came, startling her into stillness, one of the more recent candidates had been penning a letter back to Benden, half-heartedly discussing the events which had been occurring-it was mainly to let her family know where she was herself, even if she knew her Trader kin would carry the word she had been Searched. Pausing mid line, the young woman found herself savoring the rich mental voice of the gold, comparing it to the green she had heard, and the brief words of the blue who’d been there. Seconds later se heard Gareth’s words, and a small smile found its way onto her lips. Touching, so soon? Shaking her mane of black hair back, Syana quickly finished the note, before rising from the desk.
As she moved, the two mostly-grown pups sat up, tails waving in the air. With a grin, Syana stooped, rubbing their heads even as she added their leads to her belt, and carefully checked that her knives were in place. With a nod, she added her favored daggers, and a sword, a soft laugh answering the curious whines from her dogs. “Yes, my darlings. Heel.” She commanded, striding from the room as she tied her hair back in a heavy plait with a long cord, before added a scarf of brilliant crimson as well. Hurrying, the young woman hoped her brother had heard, and a hand raised to her throat, touching the pendant nestled there in a silent prayer to Faranth. If she was lucky, and she hoped so, there was a new life waiting for her here, which seemed more exciting than the prospect of the open road with her kin, and especially more than a dull, stifling marriage.
Noctis and Nuera flanked her heels, one to a side, and panted happily, though they would occasionally stop and sniff as if curious or concerned. Passing this off as simply being young, Syana regardless chivvied them along to the sands, pausing in the entry with a stern look to the dogs before she eve allowed herself to gaze in. “Nuera, Notis, Wall. Sit. Down. Stay.” She commanded, watching the pair move over out of the way and sit, then lay, gazes fastened on her. Nodding, she smiled and tossed both a treat, before repeating, “Stay.” Turning away, the young woman moved forwards, eyes taking in those already present first-and their dragons.
She had to admit being in awe of the two bronzes, both rather large, and very differently toned, but Trith, with her golden hide, stood out above all else. Watching with a suddenly dry throat, Syana remembered what had been told to her of the Flight-and found bile rising at the thought. How could any –male- do such things… She growled, mentally, before carefully tamping down her anger, and moving forward after the rest of the candidates. Studying them, she noted with pleasure that they all seemed to have heard and heeded Gareth as well-she’d seen one hatching before, and the ill-graced young dimglow who had insulted the mother…. Not too pleasant a memory.
Noticing the two Wing Leaders, Vladisyana waited for the others to move before bowing herself to the gold and her rider, eyes sparkling as she saw the 23 eggs spread over the sands, gaze locking onto the brightest eggs briefly in glee at the colors, before she caught herself, and spoke, voice low and melodic. “Good day, Weyrwoman Samhara, Queen Trith. May I move among your children?” She asked, hoping that her previous anger at the bronze from earlier was tight enough not to leak to the gold-whom she felt fairly certain probably wanted no reminder of said events.
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Post by Trith on Oct 27, 2010 8:07:28 GMT -5
Samhara viewed each candidate with a sense of subdued pride. Each one seemed to be reacting as they should -which they should know how to do, because what were lessons for then?- and Trith didn't seem too terribly anxious herself as more people joined the lineup. She would even hesitate to say that it was going well. Each candidate who arrived greeted both her and Trith, to which she responded in kind with nods of acknowledgment. Trith's mood was slowly moving towards protective, but the Weyrwoman monitored it at minute levels, making sure the gold still sent out what her usual touching reactions were.
Whatever else, Trith was remaining calm and that was most important. The great gold had folded her wings back primly, her whirling eyes on the candidates who sought to touch her beloved children. Well, she supposed they'd do, and she brushed each mind with her own in agreement for them, giving them permission to begin. All except the one who'd brought a small one with him. Trith flashed her teeth in a soft snarl, indicating her disapproval. Had this one not learned? Leave your small one, boy, she has no place here where you vie to connect, to bond with a child of my clutch. If the small one did not leave, then the boy would.
Shards, hadn't they been told to not bring pets? That should have been one of the first rules! A scowl crossed Samhara's face as she noted the boy who'd brought a flitter with him. Well, he’d learn, and fix his mistake, or Trith would send him from the hatching sands. There was nothing they could do about it now. She just hoped he’d react well to the command.
Trith moved forward to keep an eye on the eggs as the candidates began moving forward. There would be no damage to her clutch wile she was on guard. The unspoken warning brought the slightest red tinge to her whirling eyes and a low growl into her chest, a rumbling that flowed over the hatching sands. This was normal for her though, and Samhara eased back just a little, a small smile forming on her face. She was growing more confident that the touching would go well. Trith was reacting normally, and even now, the gold left her mind lightly touching her rider’s, letting her happiness flow through even as she put on an impressive front to warn the younglings against harming the clutch.
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 10:00:06 GMT -5
Feeling the touch of the gold in her mind, Raelwyn once more curtsied to Trith, unable to keep from smiling. “Thank you, my queen.” She said softly, and turned to face the clutch. So many beautiful and unique shells! No matter what had happened, the mighty dragoness should be proud of her clutch.
Walking among the eggs brought both sadness and profound happiness to the girl at once. Though lingering memories still caught at her mind, Raelwyn couldn’t keep the smile off her face, her hands reverent as they hovered over the first shell she came to. Trith…poor Trith had been forced in her Flight, but it was not the fault of these beautiful little ones, it couldn’t be held against them. They were innocent in what had occurred to the great queen, and so the harper finally lowered her hands, touching the surface gently and slowly. It was the Apple-Cinnamon Egg she stood beside, her fingers ghosting along the shell. As her palm flattened against the shell, the aura of gentleness danced along her skin, and the girl smiled at the large egg. The vibrant colors moved across the surface in a pleasing way, patterns on the bottom reminding her of something. Shaking her head, Rael smiled once more, hands moving across the rather round egg in a gentle, soothing movement. “Good luck, love.” She said softly, straightening. She wanted to spend more time with the kind egg, but it was a large clutch, and Trith didn’t seem to be in the mood for visitors overstaying their welcome. She had many more eggs to see.
Moving on, she found herself next to the White Tea Egg, the warm and accepting aura drawing her nearer. It was a sweet egg, certainly, one that she wanted to get to know. Kneeling, Raelwyn again softly pressed her palm against the egg, feeling the curiosity now as well. What an adorable egg! Smiling, the harper traced her fingers along the silver surface, finding herself following the vague green patterns. After a moment, the candidate blinked, re-tracing the color once more. Was that an…axe? A hammer? How strange! Blinking, the girl leaned even closer, her hands still moving across the shell, their touch soft and soothing. “What are you trying to tell us, little love?” She whispered, eyes even finding something that resembled a runner, though there was an odd protuberance between it’s eyes. Tilting her head slightly, Raelwyn glanced back to the Apple-Cinnamon Egg, remembering the green triangles on the bottom and the pattern she saw. Did the whole clutch have such marks? What did that mean? Shaking her head, the harper smiled again, her curiosity piqued. “May you find your bonded soon, my sweet one.” She whispered to the White Tea Egg, and then moved on once more.
The next egg Raelwyn paused beside was the Darjeeling Egg, the rather pretty shell catching her attention quickly. Once more, the candidate went to her knees in the sands, ignoring the warmth that quickly encompassed her. Her gentle hands ghosting along the surface, the girl almost immediately smiled at the happiness that bounced off the shell. Such sweet dragonets inside this clutch, it seemed! Once more, her fingers subconsciously traced the patterns within the surface, the tips gently moving along the arc and crescent. Frowning lightly, the harper wondered what it all symbolized. Still, her light touch moved across the egg gently and reverently, pouring her well-wishes and hope into her every move. There were blossoms and odd insects, ones that she knew but couldn’t name at the moment. Obviously, the little one within couldn’t wait to get out, and at that, Rael smiled. “You’ll get your chance, sweetheart.” The girl said softly, stroking the shell gently. “But until then, grow strong and well. Good luck.” With that, she stood, giving the egg once last, soft farewell pat on the side.
Through the clutch she went, stepping around eggs already taken by other candidates, and finally stopped near one of the largest shells. Hues of gold swept across the surface, making the girl blink once. Could it be? Perhaps, and perhaps not. That mattered little, however, when the feel of the aura overcame her. Shaking her head, Raelwyn stepped forward, pressing her palm against the Jasmine Egg with reverence. Gentle and sweet, she first felt, and the girl smiled quickly. It was a very pleasant feeling, one that chased down her spine and spread through her body. However, a curious emotion also tugged at her consciousness, a feeling that made the harper blink and attempt to clear her head. It was as if she walked a tightrope above the cliffs of Cerulean, and she knew that any moment she could fall. There was a rush that accompanied it, and the candidate worked for a moment to overcome the brief headiness, and afterward, she smiled slightly. The dragonet inside was obviously a sweet and gentle soul, the two emotions being the strongest she felt. Rael moved her fingers along the bright shell, ghosting along the scepter and the fighting draybeasts. Her green eyes moved along the odd pictures even as her gentle hands did, her touch soft but secure and respectful. “What do they mean, little one?” She asked softly, leaning forward until her cheek almost touched the gold shell. Certainly, the candidate would hardly be able to sleep that night, trying to decipher the odd markings on each shell in her mind. Smiling, Raelwyn stroked the egg once last time. “Be well, my love. May you find Yours.” Then, the girl stood, dusting a bit of sand off her skirt as she went to the next egg.
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As he received permission to approach the clutch, once more awed by the touch of the queen’s mind, Elric bowed before her one last time, hoping to display his gratitude. After doing so, he followed the blonde forward, quirking a brow when her face changed so greatly after touching a shell.
To be perfectly honest, the boy had no idea what to expect, but his face remained utterly blank despite his slight uncertainty. Moving forward as he had seen the girl do, Elric approached one of the eggs curiously, his movements respectful but sure. Slowly, the candidate pressed his palm against the Aureum Tea Egg, gentle yet firm in his strength. At first, the pulse was low, but suddenly feelings arose within the shell, flowing into the candidate quite clearly. Initially, Elric was mildly surprised at the sensation, but he quickly overcame his primary shock and could only be rather intrigued by such an occurrence. ‘Fascinating.’ He thought evenly, one brow quirking as he realized these eggs could convey feelings and emotions to whomever they touched. The candidate had not expected that. The presence within seemed strong and unmovable, a fortress that wouldn’t budge. Thinking quickly about the odd ability to share feelings the eggs held, the boy wondered if they could feel his mind as well. Answers to that would have to come later, though, as he knew today was not the time to stand and contemplate such things. So, Elric moved his hands along the shell, familiarizing himself with the play of reds and black. He pressed back with own conscience, wondering if he would elicit any response from the egg. That would have been fascinating indeed.
Moving on, he paused next to a smaller egg, an aura of solidness about it. Elric was intrigued, and so went smoothly down to one knee, now fully prepared for what would happen. His large hand pressed firmly but carefully against the shell of the Phoenix Pearls Egg, quickly greeted by the emotions that lay within. Again, the candidate couldn’t help but quirk a brow, utterly fascinated with this ability of the dragonets. A light appearing in his black eyes, the boy found himself captivated by the Touching. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and his drive to Impress was only further strengthened. Allowing his gaze to wander over the shell, he could pick out strange images among the color, most noticeably a knife and saw. Elric wondered if all eggs were like the ones in this clutch, or if these were special in their markings. Certainly, he had not expected to find such shapes upon natural shells. It seemed illogical. And yet, these were the children of dragons, and nothing exactly ordinary. It seemed fitting that each egg was so unique and fascinating. After a moment, the boy straightened and made his way through the clutch, choosing not to speak as some of his fellow candidates did. He was certain that they could understand how he felt without verbal expression.
The Black Tea Egg received his attention next, and the candidate could immediately feel the scrutiny as he approached. This one weighed him, judged him, and Elric approached solidly, pressing his hand against the shell without hesitation. He had nothing to fear against being judged, as he was himself, and that was all the boy had to give. Quirking a brow at the sensation, he shook his head, unable to keep the word ‘fascinating’ from coming to the forefront of his mind. Even though he now expected this behavior from the clutch, it had not lessened his interest with it. Quickly, he began to study the egg, trying to sense the emotions further from the dragonet within. Clearly, red was the most predominant hue, dashed with darker colors sporadically. Elric searched for the markings that he knew would reside upon the shell, quickly identifying a set of scales, and even stranger, a castle. Blinking, the boy leaned closer, studying the image with quite a bit of interest. The dragon above also caught his eye, evoking the strongest response from him. How odd. What did it mean? He would certainly be awake for quite some time, contemplating all he saw and felt. Pressing his hand slightly more solidly against the egg in farewell, Elric stood, turning to approach another.
Stepping to the outskirts of the clutch, the candidate approached a multi-hued shell, stopping beside the Pekoe Egg. Once more kneeling, Elric rested his palm on the surface only to be greeted by a strange feeling, his eyebrow quirking. This one was…unfeeling, almost, as if it truly didn’t care whether he was there or not. And yet, when the boy began to draw his hand back, an odd emotion curled about him as if the Pekoe Egg wanted to keep him near. Fascinating. He pressed his hand firmly against the shell, attempting to study the odd feelings. The apathetic portion of the egg reminded the runner forcibly of himself, though he wasn’t certain if they were alike in that respect. Black gaze studying the surface, Elric identified several markings, including a spade and a smaller draybeast, though he was quite unsure of what the other creature would be. For several moments, the candidate stayed near the egg, then quickly made himself to stand, certain that Trith would like for him to move on soon. With a final touch, Elric moved on to another shell.
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Honestly, Keiko never got tired of Touchings. She had been through quite a few, and each time the eggs were always unique and amazing. She enjoyed meeting them, even if she didn’t Impress afterward. It was a treat just to feel the aura under her hands and in her mind. Grinning, the girl once more bowed to Trith after receiving her permission and bounced up to her first egg, though she was certain to be careful and not touch any by accident. Standing before the Chai Egg, the candidate pressed both hands against the shell, immediately overcome by the sheer kindness of the one within. It made her grin and move closer, her body almost touching the shell. “Wow. You’re a sweet baby.” She cooed, fingers moving gently and playfully over the hues of brown that decorated the egg. Suddenly, her grey eyes focused upon one point in the egg, narrowing until she blinked once. Were those…canines? Shaking her head, Keiko bent down to examine the shapes closely, and found that there were indeed three of them upon the shell. Abruptly, she laughed softly. “Jazzy.” The girl said quietly, winking at the egg. “Take care of yourself, honey.” The candidate said, then danced off to another.
Caught by the lovely shell of another egg, the girl immediately approached the Lemongrass Egg, her grey eyes moving over the colors and patterns that adorned the surface. Smiling, Keiko lowered herself beside it, pressing one hand against a blue flower that decorated the shell. Hands roving over the egg, the candidate was quickly immersed in the aura that surrounded it, feeling the welcome and reserved emotions. That was odd, certainly, to have such conflicting feelings from the same egg, but it only made her all the more interested in learning more about this one. She could feel the humor underneath as well, and grinned in reply, even if the dragonet within was laughing at her. It was certainly a beautiful shell, and Keiko spent a few moments just petting it, studying the patterns while whispering softly to the inhabitant. She could even discern a falcon among the colors, and shook her head, marveling at the details on this clutch. The candidate had never seen anything like it. “Good luck, babe. I hope you do well.”
Not wanting to overstay her welcome with the Lemongrass Egg, the girl moved on until she felt another presence she liked. This time, it was the Orange Zest Egg that caught her, the bright and cheerful feelings drawing her in like a moth to a flame. Suddenly, an even larger grin curved her lips, and Keiko placed her hands against the shell eagerly, savoring such heady emotions. Even the colors upon the egg were invigorating and bright, a beautiful mix of red, orange, and yellow. Excitement was thick within her veins as the candidate allowed her hands and fingers to dance over the shell, reverent but warm in their touch. She truly liked this egg, though the girl doubted such a large shell would bring forth a dragonet that would Impress to her. Still, she enjoyed the presence of the Orange Zest Egg, and smiled at it as she patted the surface affectionately. “You are a lovely one, honey.” She said softly, her voice warm. “Your bonded is going to be a lucky one. I wish you the best, babycakes.” With that, she ran her hand down the side one more time before reluctantly moving off.
This time, a smaller egg drew her, the girl allowing her hand to hover over the mint-hued shell. Standing beside the Ginseng Egg, Keiko marveled at the red and purple bursts, eyes tracing the bright patterns as they danced across the surface. Kneeling, the candidate held both hands still before placing them against the shell, immediately giving a slow smile at the feel of sweetness that greeted her. There was a coyness within the sweetness as well, which the girl found attractive. Petting the shell affectionately, she whispered as she did. “Hello, honey.” She said softly, giving a little half-smile at the pleasing aura of this one. She thought she could make out a dagger depicted upon the surface, as well as a hare and feline. Those were odd symbols, to be certain, and it made Keiko frown lightly. Why did the shells all show so much within their colors? Did it mean something? Shaking her head, the candidate could only wonder at it, and decided it was best left as a mystery to her. “You are adorable, little sweety.” She cooed, hands tracing over the shell. “Good luck on your big day.” Then, Keiko moved on, glancing back at the little cute one as she did.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 15:09:50 GMT -5
Curled in the back of the hatching sands, though in the very lowest row, Selene gazed out over the events with a deceptively calm face, though if one looked closely enough, her dark brown eyes were almost glowing with excitement. Though too young by at least two years yet to stand, the girl hadn’t been able to keep away. Of course, this was the case at every Weyr she had been a part of, and she felt no need to change her actions here. Instead, the child had spent the time since Trith’s rescue and return in that same spot every day, aside from her own chores or errands, talking at the big gold and her eggs, or singing as the mood took her. With V’taph back in her life, she was getting much better about it, too.
Thus, the petite young waif was curled up once more, this time nibbling on a hot, fresh roll filled with meat and cheese from the kitchens. Each day she came, since the first, she’d always been given a basket with fresh goodies, meant to be shared with Samhara. And really, it wasn’t as if Selene minded, either, since she wanted to spend most of her time in the stands. Every clutch always fascinated her, but this one especially. Already she had a list of what she thought the eggs were, to ‘wager’ against her daddy later, and some of them she found astoundingly gorgeous. Besides, feeling the strange vibes from the egg was always… unique. The experience was never the same, and she knew it was merely a pale echo of what the candidates went through.
Which was another reason to watch. She’d learned a fair amount over time, doing just that, especially in how they reacted to some outside presence placing some feeling or thought-image inside them, the way she heard the dragons, whers, and fire lizards did. Of course, being too young and not standing, nor having a fire lizard (though she adored Tess’s blue) made it difficult for her to understand. Still, her voice was clear, if soft, and her gaze was focused on one particular egg she’d been watching all week, which made her giggle in it’s emanations. And she had to be present to see how others were effected, she’d never forgive herself otherwise.
More than that, though, the girls voice held a tremor that was barely noticeable, and her glances towards the entrance were rather frequent. When she stumbled over a word, Selene forced herself to stop, and tried to shake off the feeling of dread. She’d had horrid nightmares the night before, only remembering flashes of dragons and a feeling of loss and fear. Unfortunately, even though flashes had been limited to a patch of hide showing color, and a roar she remembered when first woken, but had forgotten now. Biting her lip, Selene glanced over again. Where was V’taph, and Veneth? She needed them this morning, and ad hoped to be here in time to find them, since she still didn’t live in her daddy’s weyr-that just wasn’t how it worked.
Dread made the breakfast in her hands taste off, as did the fear she couldn’t shake-hence her perch close to the clutch. The soothing feel from some eggs reached her there, and helped, and she focused on that, trying to regain her earlier calm and excitement, knowing today was important above all others save clutching past and the hatching to come.
But where was V’taph?
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 15:47:08 GMT -5
Haverisen had been settled in just a bit ago, finding it odd to think that in searching for a life for the two of them (himself and his sister) one had dropped practically into their laps. Still, though the life was there, he couldn’t escape duties: and his current one happened to be at the dock, working alongside Keiko, a fellow candidate he’d ot really gotten to know yet, bagging firestone. The stench was an irritant, as the heat, and he’d long since shed the sturdy work shirt for just trousers and boots, enjoying the satisfaction of physical labor despite the smells. After all, he’d been used to working hard at Benden or on the road, and this was no exception. The warm sun was soothing, too, though after several years on the road, Ver was acutely aware of his senses screaming that something was going to happen today.
When the call came, he chalked it up to that, even as he grinned, shaking hair laden with sweat from his eyes. Rising after finishing the last bag, Ver bowed to the overseer before darting off after Keiko, hurrying to rinse quickly in the bathing chamber since he didn’t feel it appropriate to head to the touching covered in sweat and the scent of firestone. Scrambling back into his room, the young man quickly tugged on a pair of moderately loose sturdy, thick leathers and boots, and wriggled into a pale shirt and sturdy leather tunic over that. Scrubbing his hair dry, the man swore briefly, knowing he was somewhat behind-he’d heard the bronzes’ warning just as he entered the bath area-and scowled, glancing about.
A few moves had his knives and daggers tucked away, and the belt with his pouches at his hips. Checking his sword, the young man debated, then frowned at himself. The first rule he’d learned in training, and on the road, was to have it everywhere, but… It was a touching, what need could there be? Still, the prickling between his shoulder blades at the mere thought of being unarmed was unsettling-and he’d seen another candidate carrying a blade he meant to get a good look at as well. More, he and Syana had been told about the flight-and he also knew that felines sometimes came to the Weyr despite the presence of dragons.
With a sigh, the young man slung it on, automatically making sure he had a quick, easy draw available. Jogging out the door, Ver made sure to tuck away his pendant, feeling a strange hope in his chest as well. Mainly coming for his sister, he couldn’t deny the awe the dragons inspired in him, and what child doesn’t dream of dragons, really? Pushing that aside, Haverisen grinned as he slowed and entered the sands, eyes adjusting to the light as he saw Syana’s two pups against the wall, obediently staying in one spot. Smirking at that, and knowing she’d never leave them anywhere regardless, Ver moved forward, before taking in the sight of Trith.
She was beautiful, and breathtaking, moving as she was, and he could see the tint of red that he’d been told meant potential anger and warning there, too. Swallowing, the young man moved forward and paused a good fifty feet from the clutch, not wanting to get too close without welcome. Bowing to the Queen and whom he assumed based on descriptions was her rider, he glanced about briefly, noting the others already among the eggs. “Good morning, Clutch mother Trith, Weyrwoman Samhara. Might I be allowed to touch the eggs and meet them?” he asked, not quite sure the proper forms of asking, but hoping he’d gotten it right.
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 17:29:00 GMT -5
Watching Samhara and Trith, Mikovren found himself once more wondering why he was present-hadn’t he proven that dragons wanted little to do with him outside of healing, and the little ones as well? Still… The honor of the event, and the excitement, were catching, and he blinked in surprise at the feeling of a mind touching his, something so alien, yet a clue into what the riders felt. Shardit. Tess was right. Perhaps if he approached this from just getting more experience he’d be able to keep control. Still, he took a moment as the gold moved to watch her, quite conscious that she wasn’t wholly healed yet, but pleased at her progress, before his gaze was drawn to the candidates, which he was not one of, moving among the eggs. He could hear some murmurs as the spoke, and finally, finally, stepped forward, automatically settling into the faint gliding stumble that kept him as balanced as others were not when he used it, moving towards the first egg that really stood out to him,
The colors of the Aureum Egg and its size were impressive, and he’d seen the other male… Eric? Velric? Elric, that was it, Elric… with it a few moments ago. The aloofness made him smile even as he admired the dark reds, surprised to see the faint, speckling gold against it, the black near it’s base. For all its awe, it drew him in briefly, and he cautiously circled it, studying the shape and colors, the hidden… images? Blinking, he stopped, and carefully eased forward, tracing the sword with a light, soft touch. He was, however, unprepared for the feeling of it, the shadow in his mind of strength and self-awareness. Swallowing at the surprise, Miko carefully laid his palms against the egg, gently feeling the smooth shell. It took him a few moments to clear his head, and he smiled, self-depriciatingly. “You… I can’t imagine or wait to see you. So… strong…” He mused, with a smile. “Even if I’m not for one among you, I hope you find yours here.” He said, soft enough to keep the words private. Reluctantly moving away, the young healer debated the clutch before him.
The egg that drew his attention next, though, was one that was bright and gay in the multitude of colors, and he couldn’t help the small, mental smile as he moved towards it, curious now about what exactly different eggs would be like-did they all feel the same? A tinge of excitement entered the controlled expression as Miko gently laid a hand against the shell of the Five Fairy Flower Egg, eyes tracing the colors against such a soothing backdrop. As his eyes caught upon the avians and petals, he felt something wholly unexpected, that nearly dropped him to his knees. The pure, unadultered feel of something so sweet, yet so shy, brought back hazy memories of his own once-hidden curiosity and hope for the world, and he had to stand there, blinking, and struggling to get himself under control. Still, he couldn’t help but trace a hand gently across a petal, voiceless for a long moment. Eventually, he forced himself to draw away with a last caress, voice barely a whisper. “Oh, little one… There is a whole world waiting for you…” Hopefully brighter than many found.
Feeling somewhat cynical, Miko moved away to another egg, having a hard time keeping the calm façade in place. Thankfully, the egg that was drawing him close soothed that, and allowed him some semblance of control as he moved away from the center to the front. The dark hues of the Oriental Spice Egg made him pause, before he caught the tiny signs of orange and red, the faint silver-esque tones tracing even more imagery (and was that normal?, he wondered) about it. Wary of touching this one, he finally let himself do so as he saw how it seemed to shelter those behind it, a carefully fingertip tracing the shield on the egg, even as he moved around to the front, eyes alighting on the harp. Debating, he finally laid his hand against it, and was startled to feel the seemingly contradictory friendship and yes, protection. After a moment, Miko allowed a laconic smile to grace his lips. “You’ll do just fine in here, then…” he knew, and made a note to see whom it hatched and Impressed to.
Drawing back, Miko turned again, curious about the smaller egg nearby, its dark shell wavering in hue rather than color. Moving, he knelt down to study the silvery wisps on the shell of the Maté Egg, finding the strange, animelesque shapes intriguing. As he touched the shell, he felt a sense of peace soothing his emotions, and had to tuck away a near yawn. So strange, he mused, at how the eggs could influence the mind and emotions of those present… Shaking the thought away, Miko let a finger glide over the tunnelcat, a tiny, relaxed smile on his lips. Kneeling here, skin touching this egg’s shell, he could admit to himself that he was enjoying this experience, and possibly Tess had been right… maybe. “I wonder what you’ll be, little one. So distinct a shell, I’m sure you’ll be quite the character…”
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