[Touching] Once Upon A Time

[Zen]

There was a small moment when Ever felt sudden fear course through her. However, the feeling lasted only a moment, a second, and then it was gone. She wasn’t sure if it had come from her or the egg she was touching. But as the egg (almost hurriedly) became happy again, Ever thought that perhaps the moment of sheer fear was just a shiver that had run down the blond’s back. Just as Reeva walked up, Ever shook off the feeling and dropped her hand from the egg.

“Thank you, Reeva,” Ever said, dipping her blond head in acknowledgement of the redheaded prisoner. “I hope the touching has been kind to you.”

Ever stayed long enough to see Reeva’s hand fall upon the golden, shiny egg before scooting away. She felt no need to encroach upon the special feeling of laying one’s hand on the ‘shiny.’ Instead, Ever strode away from Reeva, the Queen, and most of the eggs to the guards. She told the guard that she was done and that she was going to begin the wait until the prisoners would be escorted back to the Weyr. Absently, she reached her hand into her jumpsuit to touch the egg.

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The moment Tanyrion’s hand settled on the egg, he felt acceptance and respect. It was a strange sort of respect, like he and the eggs were equals. With a slightly perplexed expression which made his dark-colored eyebrows pin themselves together, Tany wondered how, exactly, an egg and a human could be equals. Eggs, in Tany’s mind, were much more than equals with humans, especially since the dragons inside the eggs were able to know exactly who Theirs was the moment they hatched.

With a dip of his head, Tanyrion bid the strange egg a farewell before glancing up to spy which eggs he could touch next. Well, why not? He was closest to the ‘shiny’ egg. Though it was golden, Tanyrion highly doubted there was any way ever that the egg would hatch gold. So he strode over to it, bowed to the Queen, and touched the egg.

(( Spun Gold egg for Tany ))

[nozomi]

For Tiael:

From the Old Blood Egg, Tiael will feel a quiet, calculating sort of understanding. Tiael wants something? What a coincidence, so does this egg. Tiael will be left with the feeling of being tempted, as if the egg were trying to pull her in.


For Jareth:

The Skinny Dipping Egg did not reject poor Jareth, oh no. In fact, this egg seemed - admiring, appreciating the cunning in the young man. How clever Jareth is, how very clever and sharp.


For Reeva:

What a pretty girl! How nice! How soft! How sweet! And she liked it's color! Of course she did. The True Love Egg will give Reeva little to worry about in way of tension or a negative air - the pink egg all but leeches love at her, the impression of prettyprettypretty towards Reeva.


For Tany:

The Spun Gold Egg did not stop with its feeling of glittering and bright happiness, the sparkle of everything being just fine and perfect. He was perfect and happy, so was the egg, all was well. Happy!

[S'yal]

Farrox approached the next egg he intended to visit slowly, a smile on his face despite the fact he really should not visit a Gold. He bowed to Semith, before deciding he was interested in speaking to the Queen that 'guarded' her Golden daughter. After all, she was just so pretty...

"Semith, you're so pretty!" He cooed, even as he crouched and ignored whoever else was at the Spun Gold egg. "I'm sure your daughter will be nearly as pretty as you are!" He wasn't sucking up, the ex-prositute was completely serious about his words. "Did you like my present? I hope you did, I spent time on it." He chirped happily, eve as his egg touched the golden shell and he paused to address it.

"I'm sure you'll be one of the best dragonets in the whole Clutch" He whispered conspiratorily to the golden shell. "Don't tell your rider when you get her, but i'm sure she'll be a great leader." He laughed softly to himself even as he patted the shell. "I wonder if you're scared in there? The world is a big, scary place! But your mommy and daddy and rider will keep you safe! No one will let -you- get hurt!" Farrox was so earnest in his words, like a small child explaining how he thought the world worked. He really did hope the best for this egg- it was in his nature to do so. "Semith, do you think this dragonet will be as pretty as you? Both you and her father are so gorgeous!" He didn't even seem to notice the humans around, so taken with the Gold.

[nemix]

Tiael found the dark red, almost muddied colour of the Old Blood egg interesting, but not nearly as interesting as the feelings than emanated from within the shell. There was an allure, a beckoning but for what? That was the confusing part, what exactly did this egg want? It seemed to dangle the question in her head, making her purse her lips thoughtfully as she looked at the shell. Certainly intriguing, but what could it be wanting? Would it be useful?

Tiael was conscious of the fact that her getting out of here, depending on finding a dragon that was possibly after the same thing as she was. Or, a mind she could persuade to make that its goal. This egg, could want something entirely different. Then again, a favour for a favour, could be useful. She'd help the dragon, certainly, they'd be bonded after all and it seemed that riders and dragons were never far apart. So, there'd be expectations on both sides, not always a bad thing. It struck her as curious how, even at this stage, the dragons inside the eggs seemed to posses such strong sense of self. She'd never really paid much heed to dragon kind. They'd been essential for survival in the past she knew, but now? They performed useful services, but never much for her or her old family of sorts. So, they'd drifted on, in their own separate worlds. There was a lot Tiael could see she'd have to learn.

Thoughtfully, she withdrew her fingers, staring at the shell with her head tilted for a while. Would it work? She supposed, she'd have not much choice on the day. A dragon would pick her, or it would not, but still it didn't stop her wondering whether she herself would want to be partnered from the personalities the eggs seemed to possess.

So many shells remained, some seemed to receive more attention than others but Tiael was determined to visit as many as she could. Keeping her distance from the Jam Sandwich egg, she scooted around the clutch until she stopped by the black and white shell of the Dwarf's Beard egg, she bowed a little again to the father of the clutch as he was closest and then placed a hand atop the shell in front of her.

[lithle]

Farrox:

As first, Farrox would only feel a bright, deliberate cheerfulness. But as he settled next to the Spun Gold Egg, talking and coaxing, that first impression would change, softening, becoming more genuine. The egg seemed appreciative of Farrox's company, and somehow companionable.

I liked it very much! Semith, who had already forgotten what Farrox might have brought was nonetheless charmed by this chittering, fragile looking creature. They will all be pretty! And one of them will be for you.

A dragon's intuition? Or a sweet gold's attempt at kindness? Hard to say. You must not forget to be here when they hatch. She was always forgetting things herself. It was important to remind others.

Tiael:

It wasn't fear exactly, that Tiael would feel, but the emotion came close. Let us say that Tiael made the Dwarf's Beard Egg nervous. It seemed not to trust her entirely, not to feel safe with her so near. Yet it was timid about this emotion, as if it didn't want to hurt her feelings by letting her know of its discomfort.

[Wren]

The feeling Sheraz got from the bright pink egg was not as intense as that he’d felt from the previous ones, but on the other hand, this was the first one that seemed to be completely happy. This one was just happy with his presence, not ecstatic by any means, in fact it didn’t seem particularly interested in him at all, but at least it wasn’t frightened or cold or tired. He was perhaps a little irritated that it wasn’t giving him its full attention, it hurt his ego, but there was hardly anything he could do about it. “Cheeky little thing,” He said speaking to it, “Not bothered, huh?” He gave its shell one last tap and stood up.

He glanced around at the eggs he had yet to ‘meet’, as it were. Among there motley coloured shells one stood out to him, perhaps because it was one of the larger ones and was a shade of blue stark against the sand. He wished there was some way of knowing what kind of dragonet was in each one; that way, he could go and talk to the ones that he would particularly like to Impress. It wasn’t possible though, he knew, and so he would speak to all of the eggs, just in case. He found himself wishing that he’d had an opportunity to see a hatching before becoming a candidate himself; it would have been nice to have had a good idea of the procedure before he went through it himself.

Still, it couldn’t be helped. Putting it all from his mind, he made his way towards the big blue egg, striding confidently across the Sands. There was no one around the egg as he approached, and he was able to kneel by the blue object unhindered. He was getting thoroughly used to the touching now, and this time he placed his hand on its surface without any hesitation.

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Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum please!

[Spiffy]

This egg was different again. What he got from the Skinny Dipping egg was not happiness, nor suspicion, but rather... appreciation. The egg almost seemed to be saying "my my, you're a clever one, aren't you?" He liked the feeling, being admired, before he caught himself with a dash of skepticism.

Being admired by an egg; some leap in life, Jareth. Well done.

Stepping away from the egg, he wandered back past the Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum Egg, patting it fondly, before stopping by the Spun Gold. Ahh, so this must be the shiny that everyone is talking about then, he thought. He looked up at the queen, nodding, "Semith," before he knelt down and reached out for the golden shell.

(( Spun Gold Egg Please! ))

[nozomi]

For Sheraz:

Sheraz was all well and good, blah blah blah. The Fe-Fi-FO-Fum Egg was less impressed with Sheraz than the previous eggs may have been. What the boy would feel under the splotchy blue shell could be called nothing less than disdain.


For Jerath:

The Spun Gold Egg's sparkling personality continued to, er, sparkle, and merrily so at that. Nothing was wrong, nothing had ever been wrong before ever. The dragon within was lovely, yes? Sparkly? Gold? Of course. Yes. That happiness continued on, a bright wall of sunshine.

[Zen]

Tanyrion's impression of the golden egg faltered when he touched it. Too much happiness. He stepped away very quickly after that, unfortunately not liking the egg very much. He had been happy, and still was, but he was slightly perturbed after the happy egg. As he stepped away, his hand fell to his egg inside its pouch and a soft smile appeared on his face. Yes, he was happy, and perhaps he was happy for that egg, too. But that egg was not for him.

Stepping away, Tanyrion realized yet again that he had very few eggs to touch. With a strange feeling of want, Tanyrion felt like he needed more eggs or something. However, there were no more eggs to be found, not even under the largest clumps of sand that hopeful candidates had found to be filled with more sand. With a questioning glance toward the eggs he had not touched yet, Tanyrion headed toward the strange brown and purple one.

The Jam Sandwich Egg was a strange egg, with the purple in the middle and the brown on the outside. But, either way, Tanyrion purposefully placed his hand on the strange-looking eggs' surface.

[Velcro]

Romethia had been there from the start, but had taken a few moments to survey the area before bounding in, unlike some. It didn't take long at all for all the other candidate to flitter around and uncover the eggs. Saved her some trouble, she supposed. But now, she ventured out among the mounds to touch the eggs, like all the others. She first bowed to Semith, a formality she liked. It made the eggs here seem more official, and not like some sort of accident. After that, she wandered around, watching reactions to people touching the eggs, and figuring which ones she was most curious about. The one girl she'd seen touch a purple and brown egg had seemed like it had hurt her... The men she'd seen touch it had not had the same affect, it seemed.

How could a egg hurt a person? Ro wanted to know. So she had a simple solution. She was going to touch that egg. She walked over, a purposeful stride that worked well to get through a crowded infirmary.

((Jam sandwich please ))

[lithle]

Tanyrion:

As soon as Tanyrion touched the Jam Sandwich Egg he'd feel what was almost a physical push as the mind inside the egg pressed against his. Yes, a challenge of sorts. What, he felt he was up for touching this egg? Well, prove it. Show some aggression, some fight! The egg was taunting him.

Romethia:

In contrast, the Jam Sandwich Egg would show Romethia only enthusiasm. It was a bold, pushy sort of enthusiasm, like a too rough slap on the back. Relax, little lady, this egg had it all under control.

[Velcro]

Romethia felt the control of the Jam Sandwich Egg as she laid her hand on it, and she rather liked it. It felt like it liked her too, she hoped. The automatic authority it seemed to have comforted her, and she smiled a bright cheerful smile. Even if it seemed a little too pushy she still liked that it was just that. Maybe the dragon in this egg would take care of her like she wanted to take care of it? She could only hope.

Ro then belatedly realized that there was a man touching the egg at the same time. She quickly withdrew her hand, hoping that the feelings she'd gotten from the egg hadn't been somehow mixed up for him. She didn't think so, but the thought worryingly crossed her mind. She muttered a apology to the man and quickly stepped away. She had time to muse on the experience as she made her way to the gold dragon on the sands once more, bowing again to her on approach. It just seemed like a good idea. Then she tentatively stepped forward to touch the egg that Semith was guarding.

((Spun Gold Egg, if you would please. After the first egg, it's hard to resist more! Specially with such a curious reaction ^^))

[nemix]

Tiael frowned slightly as the black and white egg beneath her hand became distinctly, uncomfortable. Not that the shell was prickly or anything, it simply seemed to want to not be next to her. Which was an odd concept. There was a hint of fear, though quite why anyone should be scared of her she'd never know. It wasn't as if she was a particularly intimidating person. True, she could pack a punch or two where needed but she hardly went around making everyone terrified. Curious.

Carefully, she withdrew her hand and stood up, looking around for those shells not yet visited. Another two tone shell caught her eye next. Walking over, she began to wonder just how hot a proper hatching cavern would be. This, while warm, didn't seem to be stifling or she was sure they'd be having a much harder time of things.

Carefully she knelt by the red and green egg that rested in the sands. Smaller than a lot of the other eggs, Tiael wondered what colour this one might contain. A Green possibly? Perhaps a Blue? Then again, the dragons seemed to grow far larger than anyone would think possible, did egg size really hold much bearing? A curious hand was placed upon the Poison Apple egg, wondering what sort of mind she might find within the shell. Would she find yet another with good potential? Or be left with a feeling that the pair of them would never exactly gel?

[Spiffy]

The dragon inside the Spun Gold egg seemed as glittery as the shell. A bright, happy personality beamed out at him, smiling graciously. This was definitely a happy little egg, much like the green egg he'd uncovered was, though a great deal less enthusiastic about it. Of course, there was nothing wrong with this egg, and if it contained a gold like he;d been told golden eggs usually did then all the better. But why did this egg feel the need to tell him that, to prove it almost? Surely everyone should now it was a gold from the colour of the shell?

Then he looked at it closer, and saw the problem. Ah, for an egg that was supposed to hold the biggest of the dragon ranks, this egg was rather on the small side. Much smaller than that bright blue one that had seemed to like him so much. Funny, he thought as he pulled his hand away. Maybe it would just hatch as a very small gold?

Mulling this over he glanced around for any other eggs he hadn't yet touched, almost immediately spotting the black and white one not far away. How could he have missed that one already? Standing, he made his way over to the Dwarf's Beard egg.

(( Dwarf's Beard Egg Please! ))

[nozomi]

For Romethia:

Never would the young lady feel such a sparklingly happy dragon! Never! The SPun Gold egg was by the far the most content, glittering, happy dragon ever. Ro believed too, didn't she? She would feel that happy, bright wall of cheer of the tiny egg.


For Tieal:

Poor Tiael would feel a sharp shock of disdain from the Poison Apple Egg, the dislike seeping from the small dragon inside tart and real. Curiousity killed the cat, child. No amount of satisfaction brought it back.


For Jareth:

If unborn dragons could flinch, the Dwarf's Beard Egg did just that, shrinking back from the gentle touch and strong personality. Apology was there, behind the flinching, a hesitant nervousness.