[Touching] Once Upon A Time

[lithle]

Semith had been anxious for days. The eggs were so very close to ready to be touched, and she couldn't wait for visitors. Finally, the day had come. Semith had been rather secretive about the whole thing, banning everyone, including Leshta, from the sands immediately prior to the hatching itself.

Well, not everyone. There was one particular guard... but she'd made sure no one knew about that.

Now, at last, with the sun just reaching its peak, everything was ready. Leshta and T'di stood together, between their dragons. Semith sat upright, her 'shiny' lump between her fore-feet. She might even have looked regal, but anticipation meant her tail was lashing excitedly, and she was crooning happily at random intervals. Mordanth, the more cautious parent, had picked two lumps to guard, and he did not seem quite so at ease.

The prisoners were gathered first, the whole lot of them gathered into one group, and then led to the sands by a set of three guards. They were held there, in waiting, until the 'traditional' candidates had all arrived. They had been informed of when the touching would be. L'vey stood waiting, and looked between the two groups. There was a box in front of his feet, filled with pairs of leather gloves.

"Thank you for taking the time out of your day for this. Semith is very excited to have visitors. Do not forget to bow to her and Mordanth. He is protective, be cautious of him. And if you brought a gift, it would be appropriate to set it in front of her. She may speak to you, do not be startled. Move carefully, the eggs are buried."

"The sands are hot, and you'll be digging in them. You may use a pair of gloves if you like. Dig with caution, the shells aren't excessively fragile, but you must be sure not to harm them." He looked over his shoulder, to where the lumps of sand waited, "You may proceed."

---OOC---

We will be doing things a little different. There are seventeen 'sand lumps' waiting. Lump one is Semith's shiny. Lumps six and seven are being guarded by Mordanth. Here's how we'll do things.

1. At the end of your first post, pick a number between 1 and 17.

2. An Admin will then reveal what egg you've found, and it's reaction to you.

3. You may then have your character go and touch other eggs revealed to other candidates.

4. All eggs have been found!

5. You'll only be getting a reaction from the /last/ egg your candidate touches. All reactions will be admin posted. So, if you post five eggs in one post, your character will only 'feel' something from the last egg. We suggest two, maybe three eggs per post, making sure you put the one you really want a 'feel' from last.

6. Feel free to have your characters talk to each other, and to Semith. She doesn't encourage the 'sacred' quiet atmosphere that touchings sometimes have.

Remaining Numbers
None!

[Wren]

Sheraz had been looking forward to this ever since he’d heard that he was allowed to be a candidate, and now finally, he here he was. As usual he was bundled up with the rest of the prisoner-candidates in the red outfits that made the heat of the Sands even more unbearable than what it might otherwise have been, but despite all this he was smiling. He was about to ‘meet’ the eggs, if it could be described as such. Following L’vey’s advice he had brought the best gift he could manage; a shiny piece of quartz half the size of his fist that he’d once uncovered in the fields while working. He bounced it in his hand now, impatient to be off.

As soon as L’vey gave the word he shouldered forward, his usual cockiness allowing him to push smaller or less-confident prisoners out the way so he could go first. He stepped out onto the Sands, and was at once both surprised and dismayed to discover just how hot it really was. Trying not to think about it, he rolled up his sleeves and looked at the two dragons before him. The gold, Semith, was undoubtedly the most impressive even with her malformed wing, and Sheraz approached her first. He swallowed a little anxiety that rose in his throat, knowing that she could not hurt him, and bowed. “Good day, Weyrqueen.” He said in his best ‘polite voice’, “To say thanks for letting me look at your eggs, I have brought you a gift’. He laid the quartz at her forefeet and then turned to the blue, Mordanth. “And good day to you to sir, I promise I won’t let your eggs come to any harm.” He bowed to the blue also, and then, with a nod to both riders, retreated.

He turned and looked about the Sands, not really certain where to begin. He chose a nearby lump that he thought looked rather bigger than the others, though that could well have been just because there was more sand on it than on the others, and began to dig. He was thoroughly glad that he’d thought to borrow some gloves off a guard; even through the old leather his hands prickled with the heat. Crouching down, he was able to uncover a piece of the shell, at which point he sat back to look at it.

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((Egg number six, please :3
Also, sorry it’s not very long, I rather had to rush…))

[Mikki]

((Egg choice. 1))


It would be a lie to say that a certain healer hadn't been looking forward to the touching. In fact, she had been particularly anxious to see the eggs. What, with them being buried nobody even knew how big some of them were. Crafty Semith was doing her best to keep them a surprise she supposed. Though, Milune could not blame her. Wasn't this her first clutch? Any mother was bound to be excited about their first baby...er..eggies? In any case the woman was out of the infirmary in a flash as soon as the call went up. The prisoners had been behaving, so her hands were free.

As she flat out sprinted towards the beach Glint popped out of between. A silent command had gone to the Queenling, asking her to bring her something. The gravid 'lizard landed heavily on her shoulder, dropping her prize into the healers hands. A gentle scratch was given to the mini-dragons eye ridge and a kiss pressed to her wedge shaped head. The gold crooned, then took off again. She knew that her presence wouldn't be acceptable in the hatching grounds. Firelizards were mostly banned there, at least that is what Milune had been raised to believe.

Pocketing her gift for Semith she continued on her way. Once, she nearly tripped and got a face full of sand. But luckily she managed to catch herself. Out of breath and sweating a bit she made it to where the Queen was. She doubled over, hands resting on her knees as she tried to catch some air. "Greetings..honored...Queen," she huffed out, doing her best to be proper even winded as she was. After a few more deep breaths she managed to get control of herself to the point she could properly speak. "Thank you for the opportunity to touch your eggs. I'm sure they're all beautiful, having come from a dragon so lovely." Honesty rang clear in her voice as she said this, being quite sincere with her words. Even with one wing missing, Semith was still a beautiful creature.

"I have a gift for you. A gift for a gift." Smiling at the clutch mother, Milune reached into her pocket again. Tapered fingers drew out a strand of pearls. It was actually quite an elegant necklace. From the clasp smaller pearls were strung, gradually becoming bigger until they got to the middle where a big pink pearl hung heavy between its white brethren. They glinted as they shifted in the light, tiny rainbows casting over their circular form. Once she was satisfied that the mother got a good view of them the healer made way to place it in front of her. However, this wasn't before she snagged a pair of gloves and dipped a greeting bow to L'vey.

"I hope you enjoy your new Shiny. It doesn't compare to the luster of your hide though." Ah yes, one last compliment to make the Gold happy. She had heard she liked compliments yes? Most females did. But that was a thought for another time. Her focus was now solely on the lumps that were the future of Warden Weyr. Gloves were donned and she made to look around at the lumps. There certainly weren't many eggs, but there were enough for her to be indecisive about which one she wanted to excavate first. Light brown eyes perused over them for a moment, turning in a complete circle so she got a good view of them.

In the end, curiosity dug its teeth into her hard. Her gaze zeroed in on the lump between Semith's forelegs. Yep, that's the one she wanted to dig up first. Besides, everybody was probably dying to know what the Queen deemed as her shiny. "Semith," she started while carefully making her way before the mother. "I'd like to see your most prized baby." Gently, the candidate moved to kneel in front of the large lump, eyes cast up at the dragon. "I promise that I'll be very careful. I won't hurt your baby." Nodding firmly up at her, Milune reassured the Gold before getting to work.

Starting at the top of the lump she gently began to brush large handfuls of sand away from the egg. She used the flats of her palms, her body arching over the lump as she balanced her weight on her knees. Questing digits continued to dig until she ended up brushing against the hardening shell of the egg itself. For a minute, she stopped, then proceeded to carefully excavate the egg so she could see the shell better. So far so good, nothing was giving under her fingers shell wise. But she couldn't quite make out the look of the shell just yet.

[lithle]

((from this point forward, we'll be separating egg responses from and traditional RP Posts. Also, we're going to assume that eggs can sense people through leather, because otherwise, it'll be a pain with gloves coming on and off))

Sheraz:

There was more sand than egg on this lump, perhaps Mordanth was being overprotective. The egg itself, once uncovered, was on the small side.

The Dwarf's Beard Egg seemed to shiver at the brush of fingers, and Sheraz would feel caution that bordered on fear. Certainly, this egg was nervous about something. And that something was Sheraz.

Milune:
The moment Milune's fingers touched the shell, a feeling of anxiety would hit her, an emotion that could only be described as stagefright. The egg seemed to settle, though, as she moved more sand aside.

Clearly golden, the Spun Gold Egg was still too small to have anyone thinking it could be a queen, more the size of a large blue or small brown egg. Having been revealed, the egg projected an almost excessive cheerfulness, like a smile made just for the audience.

[Lesa]

Probably a good thing Halbert had decided to remain behind, Gwynell thought, the heat would just make him increasingly grumpy. And she wasn't sure he would have been allowed on the Sands anyway, so it was all for the best in the end. Her present was safe, wrapped around her body in a way that many would call odd, but she thought was merely practical. Tying it around her waist might look strange, but it would allow her to better carry her gift without tripping on it. It was a gift that had taken her quite some thought and effort, but was well worth it, to her mind. Better than what her first inclinations had been - there was no way Semith would appreciate a story written about her the way a human would (it also would be rather had to write, Gwynell admitted to herself), and there was no way her artistic abilities were any way up to par with something she would want to show another, much less give as a gift.

The blonde had merely had to get creative. Her wine-stained leather jerkin (the Lord of Tillek had been fond of his brew, and fond of attempting to fondle his Harpers when they were female, pretty and he was particularly intoxicated) had been good for nothing, in her mind. The stain was too large and refused to come out, marring the tan leather with a giant burgundy stain. It was only in seeing the guards work oil into their leathers to make them stay supple had she thought of anything. Her trusty knife (that never left her boot, unless she was in lessons, but was much too hard for another person to get out - the catch to it, an'all), had made quick work of the tunic a number of sevendays ago, slicing it into the longest strips she could manage. Each strip was left for a good sevenday in one of three small buckets she had moved into her room - one of the poor quality burgundy wine the guards received, one of the juice of numerous beets she had cut and strained (she'd had to be careful, lest she dye her own hands), and the last of simply water, for the strips in that bucket she took outside, far from the weyr on one of her breaks, made a small fire and used a strip of metal to burn dots and lines on the remaining tan strips.

Braiding had always come fairly easy to her - or at least the simple braid had, so that was what she did when all was said and done. A large long braid, twisting in and out with the small slips of leather until it was strong and she'd used up all the leather. The purple-brown stain was indistinguishable now, thanks to the stained portion going into the burgundy-dye, and it made a bright contrast with the burn-decorated tan and crimson-like beet color of the last grouping. Gwynell had never been more grateful than at that moment for her parents and other relatives teaching her whatever she wished to know about their crafts.

The braid was long enough to wrap two times around her waist, near three, if she was to be honest. As it was, it was likely to barely make once around Semith's neck, maybe twice around her forearm (or wing-stub, but Gwynell was quick to banish that thought); still, she hoped it would be a welcome gift, she'd rubbed the entire thing with linseed oil through the past sevenday when she had time to spare, and it was gleaming from the layers of linseed oil that had soaked in. It might not be that "shiny", but she hoped it was liked. It had given her use for something she had no use for, and shown her that skills once learned are not generally forgotten. That and it looked pretty.

The blonde watched as others stepped forward, presented their gifts and dug out eggs. The first was Sheraz, from her morning class. He was a good sort, for all he was in here, attentive and willing to listen and respond in class, helpful, if she could admit that. The girl was... she wracked her brain, oh, right, the Healer, or one of the Healers. Presented a strand of pearls that had Gwynell wondering just where she'd gotten the Marks to buy them, but no matter. Braid swinging behind her, Gwynell walked across the sand, glad for her boots being solidly built, after all these Turns. Kept sand out of them and out from between her toes. Always felt awkward when it was between her toes.

Her spectacles were shoved up once before she bowed to Semith and Leshta, then Mordanth and T'di, taking her time to prepare her words (for who knew the power of words better than a Harper?) before speaking. "My Queen," she inclined her head again to include Leshta as she spoke, "my lord," was added with another nod to Mordanth and T'di. "I bring a gift for the sweet Semith, in thanks for viewing and being near such precious treasures as the eggs," Gwynell unwrapped the belt-necklace-bracelet-thing from around her waist, "I promise to be as careful with them as I am with my life." Perhaps a bit melodramatic, but hey, Gwynell was a Harper, it was part and parcel in doing her job at times.

She picked up a pair of gloves offered by L'vey and strode neatly over to one of the eggs, wincing only slightly as her knees hit the hot sand, digging in and brushing it off as gently as she would an artifact from a forgotten time.

((Egg Five, please!))

[nozomi]

For Lesa:

The instant Gwyn came across the shell, a swell of love burst up from the pink egg and her hand would literally begin to tingle. Even continued strokes would not diminish the good cheer radiating from the egg and aimed right at her.



The True Love Egg is the size of a large brown egg, nothing metallic about it. But it's pink. It's very, very pink. It'd be throwing the cheer towards all, the love towards the girls who touched it, some of the guys. But, mostly? It's pink.

[ramba]

Reeva was nervous. The eggs were quite literally buried, and she didn't want to stand on them. Not at all. As the first few candidates gave the Queen gifts, Reeva began to feel her gift less than adequate. She took a pair of gloves before bowing to the Gold, and her rider, then turning to the blue, and his rider. Had she not been a prisoner, Reeva might have congratulated the blue for being the first blue dragon to catch a Gold. However as she was a prisoner and didn't want to be removed from candidacy, she wouldn't dare say it, just in case it would offend the blue.

Reeva approached the Gold, putting her gift next to all the others. It was a shell that she had accidentaly dug up on the beach the day of the candidate meeting. Though the shell itself was white, where the light hit it, it shimmered green and pink.

'I won't harm any of your eggs, pretty Queen. Thank you for letting me - us - have the chance to see them.' Reeva said. She slipped the leather gloves on her hands before moving away from the other candidates, prisoner or not and chose a lump. At first she wondered if there was an egg buried under it at all, but after a few minutes of carefully brushing away the sand, her leather coated fingers brushed something of a different texture...

((Egg 17 please...sorry about the shortness of my post, college tires me out.))

[lithle]

Reeva:

As the sand brushed away and the shell appeared a feeling of sullen emptiness began to radiate from the unearthed egg.



The Old Blood Egg felt like a dud. More than that. It didn't merely not project anything, it projected nothingness, a chill sense of void sent up through Reeva's fingers. It was not a comfortable shell to touch. It was of moderate size, neither the largest nor the smallest in the clutch.

[lithle]

As yet, Semith had been silent, watching the candidates as they came onto the sands. And they had brought her pretty things, just as she had told Mordanth about. Soon, the eggs would hatch, and then everyone would be too busy to pay attention to her again. But she'd have a brand new pile of toys to play with, and that was a great comfort.

Look at my new things Mordanth! And they are nice! They are being gentle with the eggs. Overprotective mother she was not, but it was still gratifying to see people using care. She certainly wouldn't be happy if one of her babies was hurt. She nosed gently at the accumulating pile of gifts, already making plans for where to hide them.

Do you like them? Her high, trilling mindvoice echoed through the thoughts of all those who had touched an egg so far. They are my first clutch! Mordanth's too.

Leshta, her hand resting on her lifemates leg, remained silent. In her, there was no small level of anxiety. It wasn't that she hated prisoners, some of them had proven to be very nice people. But then, some who had come in under the label 'non-violent' had proven themselves to be quite violent indeed. She did not trust these ones among Semith's eggs. She barely trusted those who weren't prisoners.

Her eyes grew a bit wide as Semith's 'shiny' was revealed, but other than shooting a quick glance at T'di, she said nothing.

[nozomi]

[Insert post of Mordanth agreeing they are lovely, the prisoners gentle, and staaaring hard at the ones near the eggs he's guarding. Also, T'di is winking at all the pretty girls and boys, and petting Mordanth.]

They are very lovely, Semith pretty. Mordanth

[Spiffy]

Jarethir was... apprehensive. It was not a feeling he got often, and it was the closest he was likely to get to fear, but still he didn't like it. Usually this would set him up in a foul mood for the duration of the discomfort, but this particular day he bundled up all the tension and shoved it deep into the depths of his mind where it hopefully wouldn't trouble him, deeper than he usually had to hide his feelings. He'd been waiting for this day for a while now, but only that day had his emotions troubled him about it. He may often appear to be stony and emotionless, but this was an act as well played as the forced cheerfulness he was to employ today. There was genuine curiosity and interest there, that he wouldn't need to make up, but the rest of his invented happiness needed a little work.

And why did he need to be happy, you ask? He was in prison, nothing to be happy about there, surely. Eggs, that's what. Egg touchings. And a queen rumoured to be childlike and naive. He felt that if he were top have any chance of Impressing, and he'd decided that that was what he wanted, he needed to be on the gold's good side - however easy that proved to be. He probably wasn't going to do that by ignoring her, not by the sounds of it. What was it that L'vey had said? "Semith is a bit unusual. She may want to talk to you." Well, hopefully he wold be prepared to that. He'd already had his first experience of talking to a dragon not a sevenday before.

"Semith is fond of, well, things. Any things, really. It would be wise to bring some small gift with you. It need not be valuable. But she sees the eggs as a gift to you, and has come to believe she will be getting gifts in return."

He looked down at the trinket held lightly in his hand. It wasn't much, and to be frank it wasn't that shiny either. He hoped she wasn't expecting much. It was a rock. A purple rock, to be precise. And it did shone... somewhat. One side was duller than the other, but if he held it right when he showed her he hoped he could give the impression of it glinting in the sunlight. It hadn't really been that hard to get hold of, in fact it't been given to him, rather strangely, by a dragon. But he'd felt a little guilty about giving the gold a gift that he'd put no effort into getting, so he'd added his own touch to it. As string was rather hard to come by in the prison, as was anything sharp enough to carve something into the stone, he'd had to improvise. Although trees weren't permitted near the prison, he'd managed to find some scrubby bush thing with some relatively new shoots on it, and had used the young bark to braid a string to tie around the rock, long enough so that there was leftover enough to maybe hang it around someone's neck as a pendant. Inevitably his gaze slipped from his hand to his wrist and the leather strap wrapped around it. The sight of the coloured beads threaded onto it brought memories, ones he wished he could repeat, memories of better times, places, and people. Arya... I will see you again, my dear.

He looked up when the Weyrlingmaster began speaking, signalling that everyone was now assembled. As he listened he looked about the beach and those gathered there, both human and dragon. First the golden dragon, lying on the beach by the eggs. From where he was her deformity wasn't immediately obvious, though he could see the distinct lack of wing sail on the other side of the queen's body, making her look slightly lopsided. The blue siting beside her seemed to be half her size. From what he knew, blue's didn't catch golds. But this one had. Strange. But then again, this whole Thread forsaken place was strange.

At the go ahead from L'vey, Jareth stepped forward. He didn't rush straight for the eggs as a few others had, but stooped to grab a glove from the box at L'vey's feet, nodding to the Weyrlingmaster as he straightened and moved toward the... lumps. Apparently this wasn't normal. Jareth for one didn't see anything much wrong with it; it was natural for a mother to protect her eggs in any way possible, and if ever there was a place that needed defending from then it was here. He waited for the keener candidates to get out of the way before approaching Semith with his gift. He turned it in his hand for a second, working out the best way to hold it to make it look shinier.

"Gold Semith," he said with a bow, as he had been instructed. The movement was stiff, unnatural for him. Shells, he'd never bowed to anyone before in his life. It was luck that he even knew what a bow was. He held the stone up for her to see, turning it slightly so that the pretty side caught the light. "It's not much I'm afraid, but it's not very easy to find shiny things around the prison," he said with a wry grin, "but Ith helped me find it. Maybe you could hang it on your..." he was about to say riding straps, when he remembered that the flightless queen would probably have no use for flying straps. "...something. I hope you like it," he said, stooping to lay it on the small pile of shinies already gathered there before stepping away. He made a point of also bowing to Mordanth on his way past too, as he'd been told to do. Or rather, as he'd been told was wise. He needn't get on the blue's bad side either, and he was guarding more of the eggs and was glaring at more of the candidates.

Formalities over, Jareth finally approached a lump. It was... quite a large one, but the largest had already been unearthed by the more eager candidates. Kneeling beside it, he took care not to let his knees rest in the sand else they burn, but had to shuffle around a little until he felt that he could maintain his balance. Slipping the glove onto his right hand - thankfully it was a right-handed glove - he began to scoop sand away from the pile, cautious at first, but gaining confidence as he realised that the egg surface wasn't directly under the sand, using his other hand as a counterweight to stop himself falling into it.


(Egg 7 please! I hope it's as lucky as it usually is :3)

[nozomi]

For Spiffy:

When Jareth touched the egg, he will feel a cheerful feeling of "why HELLO there!" From the smaller egg. It is a happy, fast paced little heartbeat he'll have on his hand.



The Hazel Switch Egg is a small, very round egg, pale green with knotted darker vines. It is one of the two lumps Mordanth himself guards, next to Dwarfs Beard Egg. Hesitant touches will be met with puzzlement - this litt?e egg likes the more outgoing and adventurous!

[Zen]

Ever was like those other prisoners, the ones who were rounded up and brought to the Sands for the Touching. She was like them because, of course, she was one of them. It did not matter overmuch for her, though. She was there, and she was loving it. Because she hadn’t thought a Gold would ever lay a clutch. Even if it meant staying here, at the ‘Weyr,’ for the rest of her life she would be happy. To share her mind with something other than her Bronze was something she looked forward to. So Ever stood with the other prisoners. They were guarded only by three guards, a simple number of guards to overcome if, you know, the prisoners hadn’t been so rapt in amazement of the egg mounds.

L’vey declared that they could uncover the eggs now. She took a pair of gloves from one of the guards but decided against using them and pushed them into her jumpsuit in the only way they could be—down her front. There was no lack of humility when she did so; it was normal for people, women included, to shove things down the jumpsuits. The guards often mistook that ‘shoving’ for something bad going down there, but this time the guard saw what she’d done and nodded, as if accepting it. She wiped her hands and drew forth the wrapped package she’d brought for Semith. It was the only thing she could find that was both shiny and could possibly be used for something better.

Ever rubbed her wrists, feeling as if she’d had handcuffs around her again, like when she first arrived. There were no handcuffs on her now, but she felt this same sense of being captured, and it unsettled her. But she walked forward with a step in her stride that seemed remarkably eager to meet the Gold. She was eager. She stepped toward Semith and bowed to her; there would be no curtsying for Ever. “A wonderful day to you, Queen Semith.” Ever said politely, her low voice honest as she rose from her bow. “I have brought you a gift for letting me uncover the gifts that are your eggs.”

The blond woman stepped forward and laid the gift at the Gold’s feet. It was a wrap for her rider that shone almost gold as per its design. Yellow-dyed string had been wrapped with brown-dyed string to create a sort of golden pattern that seemed to glitter across its surface. She had gotten the wrap from one of the prisoner seamstresses for an easy fee of twelve fruits from the wild, which Bailey easily obtained for her. It was an easy trade; there was no stealing involved. And both sides got what they wanted.

Stepping back, Ever noticed that another girl had claimed the ‘shiny’ egg for herself. If Ever had hackles like a canine, they probably would have risen in anger. As it were, though, Ever gazed on calmly as the girl undug the egg. Of course it had to be a non-prisoner finding the shiny egg. It reminded her of what Reeva said, or something of what Reeva said, the day she’d eaten lunch with the woman. A non-prisoner would Impress this dragon just like a non-prisoner would find the egg. With a suppressed sigh, Ever moved onward.

She stopped at a particularly interesting mound of sand, knelt down, and decided against using her gloves. Reaching back [/i]into[/i] her jumpsuit without that knowing guard around was not quite the best thing to do. So she found herself clawing (gently, though, duh!) through the sand in search of that elusive egg underneath her chosen sand pile. There was a hint of unknowing that made her stomach flip in a twist—what would come of the pile?

(( Ever chooses number 15 ))

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Tanyrion had heard the touching was today. That was a cue for him to actually go and search for something to give to Semith. He was a horrible person when it came to remembering things like that. Thus the scrambling around his room searching for something at least halfway presentable. And by ‘room,’ it was a bunk in the guard barracks. But, fortunately, Tany found something that was, more or less, something good enough to present to Semith. It was in Bitmap’s odd pile of treasures under his bunk, the treasures that Bit found particularly interesting at one time but never looked at them again. He found a perfectly round glass ball, perfectly see-through, about the size of his fist in Bit’s treasure pile.

Happy that he finally found a shiny something, Tany stuffed the treasure into one of the many compartments of his belt. Then he was off. He strolled leisurely down to the Sands. He was in no hurry; Tany was actually early for all the searching he did for a shiny bauble. He arrived at the Sands where Semith laid her eggs and watched the prisoners rounded up. The poor things, he thought. But in a farther part of his mind, Tany was afraid of them. It was a guard’s right to be afraid of those he looked after.

This, however, was a different fear. What would happen if a prisoner Impressed Brown or Bronze? What would happen if that prisoner caught Semith? That prisoner would be the Weyrleader, and while all the power actually rested with the Warden, a Weyrleader prisoner was nothing to be taken lightly. Or what if a prisoner Impressed whatever was in that shiny egg? Would that prisoner become junior Weyrwoman? Or was the shiny egg just a dud?

When L’vey finally announced the fact that they could go touch eggs, Tany found himself messing with the glass ball in his hand. After a female prisoner had gone up and bestowed upon the Gold a golden piece of cloth, Tany stepped up. “Wonderful Semith, thank you for letting me stand. Here is a gift for you.” He said as he lay the glass ball down on top of the golden cloth. “Thank you for letting me stand,” he declared, bowing first before retreating.

A glance made Tany’s eyes catch on Milune. The woman he’d met on the beach was a nice woman and he realized she was uncovering the Gold’s shiny. When she revealed a golden egg, Tany was about to clap for her. But it was not Impression. If anyone were to have uncovered the golden time capsule, it should have been her, and it was. Milune, he thought, deserved the creature inside that egg. But soon the magic was lost and Tany turned around.

Tanyrion did not need gloves. He strode forth into the eggs and chose a particularly interesting mound that he chose to unearth. The egg below felt like some hidden treasure to Tany. He dug his hands in and pulled back the sand, hoping to glimpse the egg beneath.

(( Tany chooses number 4 ))

[S'yal]

Farrox was a shy creature by nature, one that rarely left his circle of comfort if he could help it. However, he had been encouraged to come to this.. this touching. The shy little albino had been told that there was a possibility of Impressing, even for a prisoner like himself. Of course, part of him doubted that these eggs would even hatch. Maybe they were like him... little and broken and too weak to fight their way out of their shells. The thought was a horrifying one, and he quickly shook it from his mind. If.. if they were too weak, he would help them! He would help them Hatch and then he'd be a hero and people would tell him how wonderful and nice he was... a shy little smile worked onto his face at the thought.

He moved shakingly to the queen, bowing to her in such a manner that he lost his balance and fell over onto the sand. With a frightened squeak he righted himself, and fumbled with the object in his hands. "Um.. i-i'm sorry I couldn't get a-anything b-better... b-but I made it myself!" It wasn't shiny, nor really all that pretty... it was just a small wooden ball he'd painted a very, very bright red. He'd probably begged a sympathetic guard for the paint. He placed it on the sand nervously, before moving in a jerky manner to the eggs. Oh dear! What if he crushed one!? Everyone would.. they would hate him! He didn't want to be hated!

He chose a sand pile and approached it slowly and carefully, gently getting to his knees to prevent accidentally injurying it as he scraped piles of sand away. Hello little one! He liked dragons! Maybe the baby could talk in the egg? Oh, no, that was silly. Still, it would be so nice to talk to a baby dragon! He wondered if they liked to play games. If he got a baby dragon, he would teach it all sorts of fun games. He looked over the sands for a minute, momentarily confused at the quiet and tense atmosphere. He... he thought this was very fun... and happy! Why isn't it?

(Farroxy chooses egg 13! An unlucky number for an unlucky guy :3)


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Julian snored in his cot. He'll show up later.

[nozomi]

For Ever*:

What's this? Quite the small lump indeed! When Ever uncovers the next bump in the sand, one of Semith's precious little mounds, she finds a Firelizard egg! It is large for a flit egg but never the less, hers.

For Tany*:
What's this? Quite the small lump indeed! ANOTHER firelizard egg! Much smaller than the one Ever found, probably a green, Tany never the less finds a second flit egg

For Farrox:

Poor Farrox indeed. While this blue monstrosity doesn't have the lurking anger or danger that may indicate the unlucky number '13' (Despite it being Nozomi's favorite number), the egg will never the less give off a sort of spying feeling, as if someone was watching you. Slowly. Calculating.



The Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum Egg is one of the largest eggs in the entire clutch. It is a rich colbalt at the base, melting into tealish and off-blue colors. No matter the gender or attitude of the Candidate, this looming beast of an egg will be watching them, and their minds, as they touch it.